However, Wilbur remained cool as a cucumber and asked, "Who is Mister Dune? Why did you abduct those people?" "Mister Dune is the best Sanctuary level cultivator in Aroma, Stiles Dune. He runs all the underground forces of Aroma. He knew I came here to collect debt, so he instructed me to abduct a few rich businessmen, and I agreed," replied Christopher in a panicked tone. "Where are they?" asked Wilbur coldly. Christopher said cautiously, "I told someone to take them to Stiles Dune. I don't know their specific location." Wilbur scoffed coldly and walked towards Zedeck, saying with a big smile, "There's our clue." Zedeck was thoroughly impressed with Wilbur at that moment. He did not expect him to have progress in just a few hours. The South Market police, special agents, and detectives could not find any clues for days. He thought that Wilbur truly deserved to be buddies with Mister Grayson. His capabilities and wits were beyond impressive. Zedeck nodded and said, "T
Christopher wanted to beat them up when he saw that. However, Wilbur intervened and said, "Let's go. We have business to attend to." Christopher let it be and followed Wilbur to the elevator. The man laughed out loud and asked, "What the hell? Who does he think he is?" Wilbur entered the elevator, and they arrived at the reserved room. Wilbur had to admit that it was more luxurious than any presidential suite he stayed in. The room had a sky roof, a spa bathroom, top-notch furniture, and all sorts of high-end devices. It was extremely glamorous. Wilbur looked around and was amazed by the facilities. However, he soon sat on the sofa and told Christopher, "I'll get straight to the point. I only spared your life because you're slightly useful." Christopher kept nodding. "We're all cultivators, so we speak with our powers. Go and tell Stiles Dune that I, Trevor Penn, will fight him. He has to release the hostages if I win, and that will be the end of it. I will pay what
There were all sorts of games that one could imagine. Wilbur strolled around and thought about exchanging some chips to gamble. Suddenly, he heard a voice, "Sir, are you alone?" He turned around and saw a tall and slim woman in her twenties. She had refined makeup on and looked stunning in her cargo mini-skirt. The woman shot a smile at Wilbur. Wilbur smiled slightly and replied, "Yes." "I'm the receptionist here. My name is Tiff Kirk. I can help you if you need anything." The girl had a wonderful smile, and she did not look like she was working. Wilbur asked curiously, "What do you mean you said you can help me with anything?" "I can resolve any problems you're facing. All you have to do is have fun," Tiff replied with a smile. Wilbur nodded and said, "Alright. I want to exchange some chips. Can you take me there?" "Of course! What is your name?" "My surname is Penn." "Follow me, Mister Penn." Tiff smiled and led the way. She swayed when she walked, and it was ve
"Did I win?" Wilbur asked with a grin. Tiff was stunned for a moment. She quickly replied, "You hit the jackpot, sir! You just won more than ten thousand dollars." "Oh, I guess it's my lucky day," Wilbur responded with a chuckle. Tiff helped Wilbur collect the coins while saying, "Sir, you're truly lucky. You shouldn't waste it all here. Please go and play something else." "Do you girls get commissions for playing with the guests?" asked Wilbur with a smile. Tiff also smiled and replied, "Yes, sir. We earn commissions from exchanging chips or cash refunds. It's our main income source. We don't have a fixed wage." Tiff did not hide the truth, and Wilbur understood it too. Otherwise, the girls had no reason to keep a guest company all the time. Wilbur knew a thing or two about the casino. Winning was temporary. There would come a time when you would lose everything if you kept gambling. The casino had seemingly endless funds, but the gamblers had limited cash. It wa
The odds of drawing 19 were harder than winning the lottery. They felt like they would lose for sure. As expected, everyone tossed their cards and complained when it was time to reveal their cards. However, Wilbur revealed his cards slowly. He had drawn 19. "Damn." The man next to Wilbur could not help but curse out loud. The other gamblers were stunned. They felt like Wilbur was very lucky. Tiff's jaw dropped. How lucky could he possibly be? She could not believe he was actually able to draw 19. The dealer won against the four other players but lost to Wilbur. Wilbur instantly had a pile of chips in front of him. The dealer started to shuffle the cards with a shuffling machine. A new round started after the shuffling noises. The man next to Wilbur stood up and left the table. He stood on the side to watch. There were only four players left. Everyone placed their bets. Wilbur thought about it and bet nearly 400 thousand dollars' worth of chips. Everyone
Everyone focused on the dealer's card. The dealer had fifteen in value. She clearly wanted to give it a shot by asking for another card. Wilbur had placed a large bet, after all. The other players had only bet around ten thousand dollars, which was insignificant in comparison. The dealer asked for a card because she would lose. She had to gamble for 21. The dealer was also playing as the house, so she drew a card for herself. It was a three. The dealer had 18 in total, which meant she won against the three other players, but would still lose to Wilbur. "Card." The dealer started to draw a card for herself again. Everyone felt nervous and tense at that point. If the dealer's cards reached 21, Wilbur would regret it immediately because he was a gambler who relied on luck. That would be interesting to watch. "House went bust. Lost to all." The dealer announced the result with a nonchalant expression. It was clear that she was experienced. Everyone cheered at th
Wilbur could only use the ace as one in value for the cards he had. The ace was drawn to the card set that had 15 in total. It would be overboard if he used it as ten in value. Wilbur had 16 in total for both sets of cards. It was a tough position to be in as the values were neither here nor there. However, the dealer had an advantage, so he had an extremely high chance of losing. It was in the rules that the player had limited draws after splitting the cards. Which meant Wilbur could only have three cards in each set. His cards had reached that limit, so he was not allowed to draw more cards, which meant those were his final values. It was the dealer's turn. The dealer showed her cards, she had ten in total. She needed to draw another card. "Card." The dealer called out before drawing another card for herself. It was a two. The dealer only had 12 in total, and it was not enough to win against Wilbur. However, the dealer had greater odds of winning. She
Wilbur just could not understand what problem these guys had with him. Just then, another guy said, "I hate uncultured bastards like you the most, trying to act like you're all that just because you won that little bit of money. I bet you're gonna go back and show off after this." "Even if I was uncultured, how is it any of your business?" Wilbur asked. "I just hate low-class people like you with no culture. What are you going to do about it, hm?" the man jeered. Wilbur's expression darkened, but Tiff hurried to say, "Why don't we just head back now, sir? These chips are getting really heavy for me to carry." Wilbur sneered, turning to leave as Tiff followed behind him. "Ha, I knew there wasn't much else to an idiot like that. Come on, let's sit down to play," said the man as he waved a hand to his friends. Wilbur and Tiff returned to Wilbur's room. Tiff put the chips on the table with a smile. "You've got the best luck I've seen this far, Mister Penn." "Well, it's ju