The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 512 Make Me Cry

"Manly, you won't do that because you can't bear to. If you had someone beat me up and drove me away, you wouldn't find anyone else who could make you as happy," Danny responded confidently.

"You sure are full of yourself, aren't you, Daniel? You think you're irreplaceable? There are plenty of men out here who want to play. One more or one less doesn’t matter to me. To me, you're nothing, so don't overestimate your worth. It's not you I care about; it's the chips in your pocket! If you lose all your chips, you’ll have to get up from my table," Manly declared.

"Manly, not only will I not be leaving your table, but I’m also going to win until you cry," Danny boasted.

"Make me cry? Haha!" Manly let out a laugh, "Daniel, let's see if it's you who will end up making me cry or the other way around."

No one had ever beaten Manly at this table. This time would be no different. How could she face her master, The Divine Star if she let some country boy win? Therefore, she was determined not to lose again.

After several more rounds, Danny continued to go all in, winning each bet. Now he had twenty million dollars in hand. What was key was that other gamblers, who had been losing money, began to follow Danny’s bets, and many started to win alongside him. The latest rounds had seen Manly losing at each bet—a situation she had not encountered in her years as a dealer.

Seeing her dissatisfaction grow, Danny couldn’t help but wear a mischievous grin and teasing her, “Manly, how does it feel? Have I made you cry yet? If not, I'll keep winning with everyone here, endlessly!”

"Daniel, you do have a knack for this. But if you're truly brave, you'll face me one-on-one," Manly challenged him.

"One-on-one? Where do you want our showdown, Manly? In a private room, or right here? Wouldn't that be inappropriate in public?" Danny played along.

"Right here, of course! What, are you afraid?" Manly queried.

That word doesn’t exist in my dictionary!"

then, let the game begin! What’s

the same as before—I shake the dice, and you guess high or low. But this time, you’re the only one betting," Manly

my goal for tonight is to turn a hundred bucks into a hundred million, and I am already twenty million in.

Dipper? We've been here for a thousand years, and nobody has

god, destined to win every time. I've bet

once? Haha!" Manly

sure you lose. I'll make you lose everything, even down to your shorts. Then

Make

do that because you can't bear to. If you had someone beat me up and drove me away, you wouldn't find anyone else who could make

want to play. One more or one less doesn’t matter to me. To me, you're nothing, so don't overestimate your worth. It's not you I care about; it's the chips in your pocket! If you lose all your chips, you’ll have to get up from my table," Manly

leaving your table, but I’m also

if it's you who

one had ever beaten Manly at this table. This time would be no different. How could she face her master, The Divine Star if she let

all in, winning each bet. Now he had twenty million dollars in hand. What was key was that other gamblers, who had been losing money, began to follow Danny’s bets, and many started to win alongside him. The latest rounds had seen Manly losing at each bet—a situation she had not

her dissatisfaction grow, Danny couldn’t help but wear a mischievous grin and teasing her, “Manly, how does it feel? Have I made you cry yet? If not, I'll keep winning with

knack for this. But if you're

room, or right here? Wouldn't that be inappropriate in public?"