Chapter 368:
Kurt grinned and winked. “Well, you’re still breathing, aren’t you?”
Robin was steaming. But there was no point venting at his grandfather. All he could do was let out a sharp snort. “Humph! Just wait! Next time, I’ll crush her.”
“I’ll wipe the floor with her!”
Kurt raised a brow, his grin playful.
“Oh?”
“Of course! What, you don’t believe in your own grandson?”
“I do believe in you. Don’t let me down,” Kurt replied, turning to leave. He took a few steps, then paused and glanced back.
“When you set the next fight with her, make sure to notify me. I want front-row seats.”
With that, Kurt walked off, clearly in high spirits.
Robin muttered under his breath,
“I’m not notifying you. You’ll just distract me again, and I’ll end up face-down in the dirt.”
Without warning, Christina’s face flashed in his mind. But instead of her beauty, all he could see was that smug look on her face. His jaw clenched. He swore to himself—he would beat her next time. He had to wipe that arrogance away.
Right now, nothing else mattered to him. He had no idea he had just crossed paths with the very Epic he’d been chasing all his life.
Three days later, at the Miller’s Casino, Christina appeared disguised from head to toe, wearing a grotesque black-and-white mask.
Earlier that day, Dylan had mentioned he’d be meeting the Miller family to discuss business and wouldn’t return to the hospital until late. Seizing the opportunity, Christina slipped out quietly. It suited her perfectly—she didn’t even have to make up an excuse.
The casino pulsed with noise and energy. The sharp clang of coins, the shuffle of cards, and bursts of laughter filled the air.
Crowds packed tightly around the betting tables, eyes glued to the action.
“I heard Epic is here again today! Let’s go see for ourselves!”
“Didn’t they say Epic always wears a mask? What’s the thrill in not seeing Epic’s real face?”
“I think it’s pretty cool. Epic is ridiculously skilled! Just watching Epic play is already fun. Besides, isn’t there a rule? Whoever beats Epic gets to see what’s beneath that signature mask.”
“Come on, we’re talking about Epic. Who’s got the guts—or the skill—to beat a legend like that? If anyone actually did, Epic would have to step down.”
“There’s always someone better out there. No one stays at the top forever—not even Epic.”
Christina listened quietly, following the excited crowd toward the source of the buzz. At Miller’s Casino, masked gamblers were not uncommon. To find the impostor pretending to be Epic, she’d need to keep a sharp eye.
It didn’t take long for her to spot the impostor in question. He stood out—sharp, elegant, and oozing an air of superiority. Like her, he wore a black mask, but his was designed to look like a snarling monster, with a blood-red mark on its forehead.
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