Chapter 1299
Upon hearing these words of skepticism, Mr. Quartus merely chuckled.
“I believe the game rules are determined by 1-2, are you using them of breaking their own rules and
disclosing the game tactics to me in advance? And then I supposedly sent Scarface Man into the
game, just to win your bets?”
The dark-d men murmuring usations against Mr. Quartus in the spectator’s area quickly fell
silent.
The founders of the Ace Club were three men: 1-1, 1-2 and 1-3, and 1-2 had set up a system to ensure
fair gambling: the game rules were handled solely by the Big Two, with each round having different
rules. Only 1-2 knew these rules, and even those behind the scenes didn’t have any clue. To use
Mr. Quartus of rigging the game was tantamount to using 1-2.
“I believe you all understand that my job is to transport the invitees and monitor the yer’s room. The
game area is not under my jurisdiction. So watch your words to avoid damaging the reputation of the
Big Two.”
After making his point, Mr. Quartus casually stood up and descended the steps. As he passed by Mr.
Nine, the man slowly looked up at him, and in the brief moment of eye contact, it seemed as if they
reached some unspoken understanding.
After the game area was closed, the operators could move freely. Mr. Quartus returned to his quarters,
barely had time to remove his mask and sit down on the
couch when there was a knock at the door.
Mr. Quartus picked up his mask and put it back on. He pressed the door opener and a tall figure
appeared. The man stood at the door for a couple of seconds before stepping in and closing the door.
“What brings you here, Mr. Nine?”
Mr. Quartus sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette while watching through his mask, the silent man.
Neither of them spoke for a while. Mr. Quartus was not in a hurry, casually flicking the ashes from his
cigarette…
After what seemed an eternity, Mr. Nine finally took a seat across him.
He began tapping on the table,municating in Morse code: “I can’t speak, I can onlymunicate
with you this way.”
Even in a room without surveince, there were things he couldn’t say out loud.
Mr. Quartus was aware of his situation. He simply nodded, indicating him to continue.
“Did you arrange for Scarface Man?” Mr. Nine asked.
Mr. Quartus’ hand paused, and his eyes hidden beneath the mask suddenly shed with a hint of
murderous intent: “And what if I did?”
Mr. Nine’s fingers continued tapping gently on the tabletop: “I want to know, how many rounds will you
protect Robin?”
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Mr. Nine’s inquiry was about Robin, not “them”, which indicated that he already knew his identity.
Mr. Quartus’ eyes darkened again, and the cigarette between his fingers was quickly extinguished:
“Why should I tell you?”
As Mr. Quartus showed his distrust, Mr. Nine hesitated for a few seconds before he finally took off his
mask.
Upon seeing the man’s face, Mr. Quartus frowned, apparently surprised by his identity
Those who operated behind the scenes all had their own status in the outside world. To avoid exposing
their identities, they usually wore masks when entering and leaving Area Opaca and didn’t know each
other. They addressed each other as ‘Mr’ based on their numerical order.
The closer to the 1-1’s number, the higher the status. For example, Mr. Quartus, numbered 1-4, was
the first to join Area Opaca and was second only to the Big Three founders.
Mr. Quartus, once a powerful figure in Area Opaca, had his authority challenged with the arrival of two
new members, numbered 2-7 and 2-8. This man and woman, with a list of the members of Siren
Organization, gained the attention of the Big Three, pushing Mr. Quartus into the shadows.
Now, all Mr. Quartus could do was transport the invitees and monitor the yers’ rooms. Otherwise, he
wouldn’t have been so defensive when Mr. Seven used him earlier.