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.

cards were shuffled, and the four players

drew three consecutive cards that were in his favor, and his heart skipped a

drew such cards had a high chance

his next

It’s a Joker!

heart. Despite drawing such good cards, he did not show

was how to make full use of his

long while, he decided not to aim

rookie who learned how to play rummy less than an hour ago, and his opponents were world-class elites. Most importantly, this wasn’t an ordinary gamble—it was a

Eugene. At that moment, there was nothing he could do but hope that Eugene would be able read

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

just discarded. He then took a look at the cards Casper had placed face-down, and his eyes

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

rummy—to make a valid declaration—a player must have at least two sequences, and one of them must be a pure

meaningless regardless of how many high-value

as well. He began attempting to figure

Can’t he

had to

it was Eugene’s turn at the moment, and naturally, he wouldn’t give up the cards that could help other players win. However, Harold’s turn was coming up, and the

a long while, Eugene eventually discarded a

Casper displayed his cards and took the

card he needed to

and an

and one impure sequence that comprised of a couple of

looked at

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

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