Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 280

Harold was upset. Had he tampered with the table earlier, they wouldn’t be in such an awkward situation.

“Master.”

The door to the restroom was pushed open, and the fourth gambler at the table walked it. He was Michael Larcher, Harold’s apprentice.

“Michael, you’re here. Did they give you a hard time when you came?” asked Harold with concern.

Michael nodded. “Yes, but Eugene Yackley had a sudden urge to smoke. Since we’re not gambling at the moment, he asked me to buy a carton of cigarettes for him.”

“That smoker is hard to beat!” Harold sneered, “Michael, the camera and human eyes are not much help to us now. We can only count on each other on the gambling table!”

Michael nodded again. “I understand, Master, but Eugene’s gambling skills are extraordinary. Regardless of how many cards I try to play for you, I—”

Harold made a hand gesture, interrupting his apprentice, saying, “No, we need to change our strategy. From now on, both of us can make a declaration. If you win, that means I win, too. Eugene may be good, but he can only stop one of us. If we know each other’s cards and play a different approach, he won’t be able to take both of us down!”

“That’s an excellent strategy, Master. How much do you plan to win from him tonight?”

Touching the tip of his chin, Harold said, “Actually… now that I think about it carefully, something’s amiss with Casper Simpson as well. Sometimes, Eugene and Casper seem like they’re working together. Well, the assets under his name and his black credit card show he’s worth at least tens of millions. Regardless of what his motive is, let’s just make him owe a hundred million. As for Eugene and Terrence, I won’t let them walk out of Horington Casino tonight!”

After a round of discussion, the few people walked out of the restroom and headed back to the gambling table.

“Where are the cigarettes?”

Eugene asked for his cigarettes right away. Michael rolled his eyes at the former and tossed a pack of cigarettes in front of him.

Narrowing his eyes, Eugene lit up a stick of cigarette and took a long drag. “Shall we begin? Let’s end the night early.”

“That’s right. Let’s wrap this up early.” A sneer escaped from Harold as he spoke.

and the four

were in his favor, and his heart skipped a beat upon seeing them. Has Eugene

his hand. In Jetroina rummy, one who drew such cards had a high chance of winning as

cards face down on the table and drew his next card. When he saw his

It’s a Joker!

his heart. Despite drawing such good

his mind was how to make

while, he decided not to aim for the

less than an hour ago, and his opponents were world-class elites. Most importantly,

any prior discussion with Eugene. At that moment, there was nothing he could do but hope that Eugene would be able read his cards faster than the other two and help

cards that were irrelevant to his sequence. He knew getting a pure sequence was rather ambitious, and his mind was getting all jumbled up. He dared not hesitate, for fear that Harold would be able

He then took a look at the cards

cards they had in their hands. Evidently, Harold’s cards were not ideal this round, and Eugene doubted the

was a rule in rummy—to make a valid declaration—a player must have at least two sequences,

pure sequence, it would be meaningless regardless of how many high-value cards or wild cards they had in

noticed Casper had good cards as well. He began attempting to figure out what

again! Can’t he

round. Even so, he had to help his apprentice

up the cards that could help other players win. However, Harold’s turn was coming up, and the last thing

while, Eugene eventually discarded

his cards and took the card that

the last card he needed

sequence and an impure sequence! A perfect

pure sequence and

face darkened as he looked at

beat, and he quickly came to a realization. Is that why Eugene hesitated to discard that card? It seems

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