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.”

a sickening spin and slammed her foot at him, kicking him down to the ground.

path, shielding Isabelle. “Stay put, I’ve got this,” he

worried Isabelle might get

thugs were encroaching upon the couple everywhere, but George stood before Isabelle, taking them down as swiftly as

guided by touch, located the concealled button beneath the

rising amidst the chaos, witnessed George’s prowess in combat. Spitting blood,

last assailant with a punch. The manager,

two o’clock.”

down,” Isabelle warned.

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evading, a metal badge grazed George’s shoulder. The ricochet struck the manager’s arm,

blood.

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

briefly before returning it to Isabelle. Extending a hand to her, he said, “Let’s get out of

“We still have our chips to cash in.”

asked, “Should I fetch

interjected, “We’ll

remarked, “This is technically

it was the casino’s duty to reimburse them, actively

retorted, “Worried about your image? Mine’s not worth much. I’ll sort it out.”

in Taragon City isn’t pristine either,”

cashier, ready to reap

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

a gathering at the casino’s entrance.

probably Ms. Jenkins.

out the casino with their winnings and they

way either of them are going to lose

“Woof, woof, woof.”

through the crowd, his shiny gold dog tag catching everyone’s attention, prompting them