"Not bad, you made it out!"
Lennon looked out the window.
At that moment, thick smoke was slowly billowing out from the building.
I smiled but didn’t speak.
I knew that Lennon’s sudden visit wasn’t just to compliment me.
His hidden agenda was still unclear to me.
He handed me a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag before speaking again.
"Are you wondering why I didn’t help you sort things out? And why did I tell the Qin family that you came to see me?"
I didn’t deny it and nodded.
Lennon took a hard drag on the cigarette and slowly exhaled.
"It’s simple. I once heard an old-timer in the world say that a true gambling master isn’t just about making money at the table. He said a true master is adept at setting up traps. They can manipulate thousands of people within the confines of a small space. Is that right?"
Lennon asked me again.
I nodded.
Varg had said the same thing.
Amateurs cheat for money, masters cheat people, and supermasters cheat nations.