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In the Red Mist Bar.
"Huh? Boss Snake, why are his odds so high? And there's no betting cap yet? Aren't you afraid of losing big?"
The customers glanced at the Death Sentence Betting on the local channel and frowned. The so-called favorite had odds of 1.65, which seemed unusually high. Usually, a popular pick's odds would plummet to 1.0001 or even lower, with strict caps and per-person limits.
Boss Snake didn't hand out money for free. Anyone who skimmed the profiles of the death row inmates could usually predict who was most likely to die in each round of the Blood Moon Tribunal.
The popular betting pools were usually the unpredictable ones, like the gap between the highest and lowest vote counts, whether the top vote count would surpass 150,000 within fifteen minutes, or whether a prisoner brawl would erupt within five minutes. These...
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