Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 304 Sore Loser

“Hey, what’s the big idea? Why can’t we see the result? Oh, are you feeling guilty?”

“You guys really cheated? D’mmit, and I lost so much money here! We’re telling the Duke!

“We’re going to see the result whether you like it or not!”

Amid the ruckus of gamblers, a sizable throng had gathered, drawn by the spectacle.

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Accompanied by his entourage, the casino manager approached George, stating, “Our boss would like a word with you both.”

George’s response was direct, “Planning to bribe us, or intending harm?”

Even the most naive could discern their intentions. While many knew these two would never show up in this casino again, George’s directness was a novelty.

The manager’s smile carried an icy edge as he replied, “He just wants to be friends with you.”

With a composed demeanour, George retrieved a chip from Isabelle, urging, “Before that, let’s settle our

dues.”

In a decisive move, he flung the chip onto the dice cup, upsetting it.

To the astonishment of all, the dice displayed triple fives, prompting the crowd’s outcry, “They’re cheating, the girl called it right!”

Tension thickened, swirling with chaos.

Unfazed by the turmoil, the manager, backed by influential figures, remained stoic. Their confidence in their patrons‘ support was unshaken, even amid public scrutiny.

With a stern visage, the manager commanded his lackeys, “Escort these guests upstairs.”

Isabelle, but she broke his wrist in a sickening spin and slammed her foot at

swiftly cleared a path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put, I’ve got this,”

Isabelle might

but George stood before Isabelle, taking them down

located the concealled button beneath the gambling

Spitting blood, he retrieved a gun, aiming

punch. The manager, gun trained on George, commanded,

two o’clock.”

down,” Isabelle

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George’s shoulder. The ricochet struck the manager’s arm,

blood.

George lunged, booting him through the casino’s entrance, where

it briefly before returning it to Isabelle.

said, “We still have our chips to cash in.”

“Should I fetch

interjected, “We’ll handle it ourselves.”

the situation, George remarked,

casino’s duty to reimburse them, actively retrieving the

image? Mine’s not worth much. I’ll sort it

reputation in Taragon City isn’t pristine either,” George admitted.

to the cashier, ready to reap the rewards of their venture.

the street, Dylan sat in his car with Jack, their gazes locked, when suddenly Jack let out a bark

across and noticed a

Ms. Jenkins.

they cleaned out the casino with their winnings and

of them are going to lose

“Woof, woof, woof.”

shiny gold dog tag