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,
Thus, Wilbur rang the bell on the desk to get the hotel's manager. The manager was also a beautiful lady. She entered and bowed politely at Wilbur. He surely was in a top-notch casino. Every single member of the staff there had the perfect body and looks. Wilbur looked at the manager and said, "Please exchange these chips for Dashan Dollars, then wire it into this card." He placed a card on top of the chips. The manager bowed and said, "I'm sorry, sir. We'll need some time to count the chips. You'll have to wait for a while." "How long will it take?" Wilbur furrowed his brows. He assumed that an hour would be more than enough time to count the chips. This was not something complicated after all. The manager replied, "It's hard to say. Maybe tomorrow, or perhaps a few days." Wilbur's gaze darkened. Did they think he was an idiot? How could counting the chips take a few days? He said flatly, "Please get your boss to see me. Tell him I would like to see him." "I'm sorry,
"Ambience level?" Wilbur scoffed and counterattacked with a punch of his own. With a loud explosion, a turbulent flow of spiritual energy erupted in the room, rippling in all directions. "As expected. I was not wrong to say that you're a cultivator, right?" Samson said coldly. Wilbur asked, "Does being a cultivator necessarily mean that I cheated?" "If not? What is your purpose here at the casino?" Samson asked. Wilbur chuckled and said, "Can't a cultivator just play a hand or two? What a joke." "This is the rule of the casino," Samson said. Wilbur scoffed coldly. "That is your rule. My rule is that I'll do what I want to do." "Nonsense. Bill, take him down. Let him know what the consequences of cheating in a casino are!" Samson barked. Bill yelled and the spiritual energy in him concentrated in his hands, forming a long sword. He then aimed a slash at Wilbur. As the sword came slashing down, an overbearing force of spiritual pressure rippled toward Wilbur. The wo
Samson finally came to his senses. He stood up with great difficulty and said, "I'll cash out your chips immediately. Please wait." "Hmph. Get me another room. I'll be staying another night. I have things to do tomorrow," Wilbur said. "As you wish," Samson replied. Wilbur scoffed and looked at Samson coldly without saying a single word. Samson was sweating profusely. He immediately fled the room. When he returned to his office, he immediately got Sharon to see him. Sharon noticed how distressed he was. She furrowed her brows and said, "What's the matter, Mister Honard?" "Wilbur Penn. He's a Sanctuary level cultivator," Samson said with gritted teeth. "What?" Sharon could not believe her ears. Why would a Sanctuary level cultivator come to gamble? They should be loaded with cash. A moment later, Sharon said, "We'll have to get Mister Dune right away. If we're talking Sanctuary level cultivators, even Christopher and the others might not be able to handle him." "Mister
The chips had been cashed out and wired into his card. Wilbur smiled and started meditating in his new room. He was going to go up against a Super Sanctuary level cultivator tomorrow. He had to rest well. Late at night, Tiff, who had been knocked unconscious, finally came around in the basement. She was covered in dirt, her body covered in injuries. Her broken leg was a tragic sight to behold. She could only see through the light coming through the tiny window. She looked at her broken leg in disbelief. She could not believe that this was how she was being treated. A moment ago, she had already become a millionaire, yet at the very next moment, she was dragged into a dark enclosed space. She bore through the pain and crawled to the door. She tried to push the door, but the iron seemed to be welded shut. She could not even move it at all. The tiny window was so small that even a cat would not be able to get through, let alone for her to climb out. A deep sensation of fear