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
Well, he would just wait patiently for three days and win the ten billion dollars. Wilbur looked at the time and saw that it was seven in the evening. He began to meditate. That same evening, news of Trevor Penn from Seechertown challenging the great Stiles Dune spread through all of the Aroma cultivator and underground circle. Everyone was shocked, asking around just who on earth Trevor Penn was and how he had the nerve to challenge someone at the Super Sanctuary level. It was important to note that Stiles had been the top dog of Aroma for decades, with no one being able to outperform him. There were three Sanctuary level cultivators in Aroma: Christopher, Logan Toya, and Gaston Jenka. All of them looked up to Stiles as their leader. Due to the fact that Aroma and the other parts of Dasha were relatively segregated, all they knew was Trevor Penn was at the Sanctuary level. That was obviously within everyone's expectations. To be able to reach the Sanctuary level was
The other gamblers at the table stared at Wilbur in shock. It looked like there were at least two million dollars' worth of chips on that table. Was he really doing this? Even the dealer was taken aback. Gamblers this bold were rarely spotted in the lounge. Tiff was the one feeling anxious now, and she leaned closer to whisper into Wilbur's, "Sir, I don't think you should do that. You won't even have the chance to make your money back if you lose everything." Most of the hostesses would discourage their customers in the same way as well. After all, their customers might end up stirring up trouble after losing everything, especially if it was a lot of money. Even the shrewd hostesses would usually nudge their customers to slowly lose their money, not all at once. At least that way, nothing extreme would happen. It was important to note that all sorts of things had happened here before, from suicide to murder. Such cases were always a pain to handle. Tiff did not ha
Tiff was shocked to her core, staring at Wilbur in confusion. What was up with this guy? Was there something wrong with him, or was he just a natural daredevil? No normal person would be able to continuously get like this. The emotional stress was already too much for most to take. There were millions on the line for just one single bet, which meant that Wilbur now had ten million dollars in chips. The person in charge began counting Wilbur's winnings, and a small mountain of chips was pushed back to Wilbur. The dealer gulped quietly and said, "Place your bets." The other gamblers at the table had stopped playing, turning to look at Wilbur. Everyone wanted to know what his next move was going to be. Tiff was beyond nervous as well. After all, this was her first time witnessing something like this. At the same time, there was a strange thought in Wilbur's mind. He had been winning since the day before. He had not used any powers to cheat, not even once, but he
"Three, six, five. Big!" the dealer's voice trembled as she spoke. The onlookers cried out in shock. This guy's luck was really something else. He had placed ten million dollars down on this bet. The other two men flushed an ugly shade of purple at once. After all, they had just lost over four million dollars in one go. Tiff, standing behind Wilbur, felt like she was about to have a heart attack. Despite the fact that she was used to watching people gamble while working here, gambling like this was far too risky and she could hardly take it. The person in charge began counting Wilbur's winnings. She took away the chips in front of the two men before putting Wilbur's winnings down. There were about twenty million dollars in chips that were pushed back to Wilbur this time. Wilbur looked over at the two men with a smile. Of course, the two men saw this as a challenge. Their expressions darkened, and one of them said, "Wanna play again? I dare you." "Why not?" Wil
Jesse said as soon as he saw the chips, "Let's go, dude. Come on, let's see who's the luckier man today." Edward played with a chip in his hand as he smirked at Wilbur. Wilbur returned a smile before pushing all of his chips forward once again. He was still betting on big. Tiff felt her chest clench so hard that it was almost suffocating. There were 20 million dollars on the line here. Was this guy really that crazy? Had he even considered the consequences of losing, and whether or not he could take them? The other onlookers could hardly contain their disbelief. None of them had ever seen someone this reckless and could not help but respect the guy. Edward and Jesse's expressions darkened at once. Both parties went all in the previous round out of spite, but Wilbur was still doing the same even after all three of them had twenty million dollars in hand. Neither of them had expected this. Of course, they would die before letting an uncultured swine like Wilbur ge