Becoming the Richest Man Alive

“Three. Most of them are small ones like this. I would first win their money to the point they became anxious. Then, I only had to flash this grenade in front of everyone, and they would all fall to the ground no matter how many of them came for me.”

Eugene lit up another stick of cigarette and continued, “Normally, I would have to switch to a different city after finishing my deed. Otherwise, I would be targeted by the local mafia. I could never have imagined encountering someone like you. Now, tell me how you saw through my trick.”

Casper raised a finger and explained, “First of all, I have touched countless of such grenades before. I can tell with just a look if a grenade has been tampered with. Furthermore, when I snatched it from you, I realized the weight was not right.”

Eugene narrowed his eyes. “Well, I did empty the grenade of its explosives. However, I filled it up with sand afterward. How much different could the weight be?”

Casper shook his head and said, “As a veteran, I can detect even a difference of one gram. That is why I was so certain that the grenade was not filled with explosives.”

Raising a second finger, he added, “Secondly, while I must say that I nearly fell for your great acting and doubted my hand, your long speech about those gamblers gave you away. It was apparent that you understood gamblers very well, and who would understand them the best? Naturally, you must also be a gambler. Your words just now were not merely targeting them but also yourself. Without the disguise of your trickeries, you are just a complete gambling addict! You are actually the one who always wants to win. Therefore, you will not reject any opportunity to gamble. It’s only when I thought about this did I dare to pull the trigger.”

Eugene sucked deeply on his cigarette. “What you said is correct. I lost one of my legs and three fingers to my disciple. For that, I must win it back. That is unless I die on this gambling table.”

Casper turned to look at Timothy and asked, “Do you know how many underground gambling resorts there are in Horington?”

Timothy immediately nodded his head. He now fully grasped how ruthless Casper could be even though he looked young. Timothy’s legs had turned to jelly when the latter placed a bet on the grenade just now.

“Write them down and pass them to me. Indicate the gang in charge after the name of each underground gambling resort.”

Timothy found a pen and a piece of paper. In about two minutes, he wrote down more than ten locations.

Casper took over the piece of paper to have a look before instructing Timothy, “If you know anyone operating a gambling resort, advise him to stop doing that. Otherwise, when I turn up at his place, things will turn ugly.”

Timothy noticed the coldness in Casper’s eyes and trembled. He repeatedly uttered, “Yes, yes. Sure thing.”

Eugene challenged, “What a big appetite. Are you trying to take over all the underground gambling resorts in Horington?”

imagine! I want not only all the money from these gambling

Eugene chuckled. “Madman.”

scared, King

worried that you aren’t greedy enough. How could one be successful

the exchange and laughter, the two of them revealed their wild, ambitious hearts. Stallion, who was standing aside, could

very satisfied. Getting a King of Cheats as his follower was an

If this place is rented, just return it. If it’s bought, sell it,” Casper instructed Timothy before returning the two hundred thousand he obtained from the gambling resort. He then gave the

found Casper very generous

leave when he saw a person squatting at the entrance. Eugene cast a glance and remarked, “That’s just a useless wimp. He was probably scared out of his wits when you placed a bet on the grenade. People like him

the latter’s face and abruptly ordered the men of Firewolf Chamber

front of the gambler and thought that he looked very familiar, as though he had seen him somewhere

had worn out his face, but on closer look, one could tell that he was undoubtedly a very handsome man when he was much younger. Moreover, a trace

you know him, Boss?”

he looks very familiar.” He waved to Timothy and asked, “Do

the man.

man stuttered in pain, “M-My name is Terrence Clauder. Don’t beat

you go. Do you think you can beat anyone with

for a while before replying, “This guy came to this gambling resort a few times. He has lost around a few hundred

ID card. Casper studied the photo on the card and saw that Terrence was not this skinny and sloppy previously. Anyone who saw him would have found him a dashing

money?” Eugene’s cigarette was burned out again, so someone by his side simply passed him a box of

an interest rate of three percent. He claimed that he was a professor, and his daughter was a university lecturer. After he deposited his ID card, we lent him money. Every time he came, he would lose. Sometimes, he would

as he stared at the photo on the ID card. Suddenly, he thought

daughter is a university lecturer. Is her

became flustered. Seeing that, Casper was pretty confident that he had guessed correctly and felt awkward to be meeting Giselle’s father, or his future father-in-law, in such a manner and

pulled Terrence along and