Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 278

Eugene had two choices. One of them was to follow Harold and gamble at a more advantageous place for the other party. He might lose that round, but Harold would increase the stakes because he had not failed.

Second, he could open another table in front of the customers and remove all the elements of Harold potentially cheating. Eugene could beat Harold with his gambling skills, and the latter would take a loss. Harold would probably stop playing once he lost ten million or so.

“What do you want to play?” Eugene did not make a move. He wanted to see what Harold had in mind.

Harold was uneasy and said, “Something like poker has simple rules and is advantageous to how you play.”

Eugene shook his head and said, “That won’t do. There are no such rules. Gambling looks at how good the players are.” His words were meant to reject Harold. Casper was delighted as it seemed that Eugene was picking the second option. That was the safest option, and the risk was minimized despite lesser winnings.

However, another question surfaced in Casper’s mind. How could Eugene, who loves to gamble, give up an opportunity to raise the stakes? He must have another motive!

As expected, Eugene said, “Then we’ll pick a game on the first floor and play. What do you think?”

Harold was taken aback. He thought the sly Eugene would ask them to open another table. Harold was planning to lose millions to tempt Casper, the millionaire. Then, he would get the money back once Eugene left.

Harold did not expect Eugene to be dim in the head after losing his leg. How could he suggest gambling on the first floor? How would I earn money if I didn’t tamper with everything in this place?

“All right, then we’ll go downstairs to gamble,” he agreed.

Most of the gambling games on the first floor were machine-based. There were slot machines, Pachinko, the game of dice, rummy, dominoes, and a few poker tables in the corner, but the stakes were low.

Eugene limped down to the first floor. When he arrived, he observed all the machines, and Harold generally modified them all. The probability of winning was only twenty percent, and the probability could be manipulated manually. The banker would be able to push a button at a critical moment to let the banker win.

“Which one would you like to play?” asked Harold.

“There are too many things that I want to play, but I’m afraid of touching all the machines here.”

Harold’s expression changed when he heard Eugene’s words. “What are you implying? The machines at my place are legitimate. There are so many customers here. You should watch what you say!”

spout nonsense. You want to win back the money in my hands, but I want to

Harold quickly when he saw they were about to have a falling out and was afraid that Eugene would

I’ll pick a game on the first floor, what about

beat. That rummy table might not have been tampered with, but he had set a hidden camera that faced the

wanted to go there instantly but asked Casper’s opinion to keep up pretenses. “What do you think? The

and said, “Right on time. I’ve always wanted to learn. I’ve heard that the game of rummy is one of Chanaea’s treasures, so I’m willing

sat down, saying, “How can we play without enough players? We need four players. We can’t possibly play with just the three

crowd, and a player

you tamper with the game now. Aren’t you just hoping that I’ll lose by sending someone of

player hurriedly denied, “What are you saying? I’m not related to the boss. You’re

Harold’s man. He circled the man and sighed, “By the looks of you,

however much you

his mouth and said, “Forget it. Let

of surprise flashed across Casper’s eyes, but

sure to win. “All right,

sat around the table. Eugene sat in the east, Casper in the west, the other player in the south, and Harold

to allow Harold’s man on the

Eugene expressionlessly smoked a cigarette and kicked Terrence, saying, “Go, help me block people from seeing my cards. Your debt will not be

feel his head starting to hurt. This sly fox

information. Casper’s cards were still under his subordinate’s surveillance, and Harold would be able to

Turlen rummy or

his head and left the decision-making to Eugene, saying, “I don’t know. I’ve never played rummy before.

rendered speechless, but the type of rummy would not affect the

and flicked away the cigarette butt to the ground as he asked, “Which type of rummy are you

and said, “I’m already a renowned master in rummy before going to South

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