That was 50 million dollars gone, but they could handle that. It was losing to an uncultured bastard that embarrassed the two men. Their expressions darkened to the point where they looked positively murderous. The crowd looked at the both of them, almost celebrating the loss. After all, Edward slapping the girl just now was honestly out of line. Of course, the looks on everyone's faces only made both men feel even more humiliated and enraged. The dealer pushed 80 million dollars in chips over to Wilbur. Wilbur remained emotionless, taking a drag of his cigarette. Tiff could not take it any longer, trembling as she lay against Wilbur. Her chest was fully pushed up against his arm. Wilbur glanced at her, whispering, "Stay calm." Tiff flushed but remained leaning against him as she honestly could not get up. Just then, Edward had flown into a fit of rage. He had been winning at life ever since he was a child, getting his way every single time. This was a humiliati
The onlookers knew just what this meant. You had to have at least a hundred million dollars in chips to bet in the VIP lounge and could win up to billions of dollars in a single round. Tiff nudged Wilbur at once, signaling for him not to go. Wilbur had won up to a hundred million dollars. There would really be something wrong with him if he were to keep playing. Even the best of luck would run out after five rounds. There was no such thing as having an endless supply of luck, and even Tiff did not wish for Wilbur to keep playing despite the fact that she was a hostess. She could not bring herself to imagine just how Wilbur would react if he were to lose all the money he had just won. Wilbur looked at the two murderous-looking men and let out a chuckle. "Are you sure we should keep going, gentlemen? You don't seem to be having the best of luck." Edward glowered at him. "Don't mistake luck for skill. Come to the VIP lounge, and let's see who's boss." "You can back out
"We'll let you decide, in case you try to say we're abusing our power," Edward said coldly. Wilbur looked at Sharon with a smile. "The easier the better. I really don't want to use my brain here." "We'll stick to Sic Bo, then? That's the easiest game there is," Sharon said with a smile. Wilbur nodded in agreement, and so did Edward and Jesse. The two men were hoping to drain this guy of his money in the quickest way possible. They were going to have him begging for their mercy, sobbing at their feet as they humiliated him all they wanted. Sharon then said, "Alright. I'm sure we all know the rules here in the VIP lounge: all players must start with at least a hundred million dollars in chips, and the casino takes five percent as commission." Wilbur said nothing, as casinos taking commissions from chips was more than normal. Of course, Edward and Jesse knew this as well. Sharon then said, "Sir, you may proceed as you now have a hundred and twenty million dollars in chip
Tiff's heart raced, and she honestly felt like she was going to pass out at any second. She gripped Wilbur's leg with one hand tightly, staring at him in disbelief. She could hardly find the words to describe this man, or how she was feeling now. Her mind was blown, and she stared at Wilbur in a daze. Over on Edward and Jesse's end, both men could hardly contain their shock and fury. Neither of them could believe the outcome, nor could they accept it. This uncultured bastard had won over and over again, humiliating them repeatedly as well. Sharon put an arm out, and two girls behind her stepped up to sort out Wilbur's winnings at once. They each took 120 million dollars of chips from Edward and Jesse, then passed them over to Wilbur. Wilbur now had 360 million dollars' worth of chips. Edward and Jesse each had 380 million, making the gap between them pretty small. In a fit of immense rage, both men called out, "Small, all in!" Sharon looked at Wilbur, who shrugg
Sharon was growing with curiosity toward Wilbur herself. This was a bet worth over a billion dollars. How could he promise all of it to Tiff just like that? Would he really follow through with it if Tiff were to say yes? And if he refused to follow through, what was going to happen? Of course, she quickly brushed the thought aside. "All bets confirmed," Sharon called out, then started shaking the dice. Tiff felt as if her heart had stopped beating, ready to pass out at any moment. Edward and Jesse's eyes were bloodshot at this point, their pupils almost popping out of the sockets as they stared at the dice. The two girls behind them were nervous as well, knowing that they were doomed if those two men lost. They even considered the possibility of being tortured to death, their chests heaving at the thought. 'Please, please let them win,' the girls prayed silently. The two girls had somehow begun to pray on Edward and Jesse's behalf. Tiff trembled all over, lea
Sharon looked at them as well. "Mister Penn, would you like to continue?" Wilbur smiled. "I think that's enough for now. I'm pretty tired after a whole day of gambling." "Alright. We'll stop here, then. I'll have someone send your winnings to your room. We will need some time to tally everything first," said Sharon. She had a point, and Wilbur nodded before getting up. Edward shouted, "No, you can't leave!" Wilbur looked at him. "Why not?" Edward blinked for a beat before saying, "I've still got money on me! Let's keep going, come on!" "Sure, but I'm tired today. How about tomorrow?" Wilbur smiled. Edward could not respond to that. After all, he could not force someone to gamble with him. Jesse sat in his seat in a crumpled, defeated daze. 600 million dollars. That was money that even their companies could not get all at once. "Let me walk you back, sir." Tiff seemed reborn, standing up perkily then. Wilbur nodded, and the two of them made their way towa
Wilbur waved a hand, and they finally left reluctantly. Right before the door closed on them, they gave one last envious look at Tiff. Just then, Wilbur took out a chip worth a million dollars and handed it to her. "You've worked hard the past two days. Thank you." Tiff took the chip from him with shaking hands. She felt like her brain was turning to putty, and she did not know what to say. Wilbur said nothing either, lighting a cigarette and smoking it. A little over ten minutes later, Tiff's head was finally clear enough for her to look at Wilbur, saying, "Thank you! Thank you so much! I can't even make a million dollars in years! Thank you so much!" Wilbur smiled and nodded, saying nothing. A long silence later, Tiff said in a barely audible voice, "Would you like me to run you a bath, sir? You could use some rest." Wilbur nodded. Tiff flushed, and she headed to the bathroom to prepare a bath. … At the same time, over in the casino owner's office, Samson Honar
Samson was as emotionless as ever. "Tell the truth. Is he a cultivator, and were you in cahoots so that he could use his powers to win money at the casino?" Tiff was in so much pain she could hardly speak, not even hearing much of what Samson said. Just then, Sharon said, "Tiff, cultivators aren't allowed to use their powers in casinos, and they know that. You'll both be in huge trouble if you've done so." It was only then that Tiff finally understood what they meant." "I really didn't know anything, please! I don't even know what a cultivator is!" Samson frowned at the agonized look on her face. Most regular people did not usually know cultivators, and so it was possible that Tiff might not know what cultivators were seeing as she was just a hostess. Only someone at the managerial level like Sharon would know. The casino also had an unspoken rule that cultivators were not welcome to gamble here. Most casinos had Sanctuary level experts holding the fort down for them,