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Tiff's heart raced, and she honestly felt like she was going to pass out at any second. She gripped Wilbur's leg with one hand tightly, staring at him in disbelief. She could hardly find the words to describe this man, or how she was feeling now. Her mind was blown, and she stared at Wilbur in a daze. Over on Edward and Jesse's end, both men could hardly contain their shock and fury. Neither of them could believe the outcome, nor could they accept it. This uncultured bastard had won over and over again, humiliating them repeatedly as well. Sharon put an arm out, and two girls behind her stepped up to sort out Wilbur's winnings at once. They each took 120 million dollars of chips from Edward and Jesse, then passed them over to Wilbur. Wilbur now had 360 million dollars' worth of chips. Edward and Jesse each had 380 million, making the gap between them pretty small. In a fit of immense rage, both men called out, "Small, all in!" Sharon looked at Wilbur, who shrugg

Sharon looked at them as well. "Mister Penn, would you like to continue?" Wilbur smiled. "I think that's enough for now. I'm pretty tired after a whole day of gambling." "Alright. We'll stop here, then. I'll have someone send your winnings to your room. We will need some time to tally everything first," said Sharon. She had a point, and Wilbur nodded before getting up. Edward shouted, "No, you can't leave!" Wilbur looked at him. "Why not?" Edward blinked for a beat before saying, "I've still got money on me! Let's keep going, come on!" "Sure, but I'm tired today. How about tomorrow?" Wilbur smiled. Edward could not respond to that. After all, he could not force someone to gamble with him. Jesse sat in his seat in a crumpled, defeated daze. 600 million dollars. That was money that even their companies could not get all at once. "Let me walk you back, sir." Tiff seemed reborn, standing up perkily then. Wilbur nodded, and the two of them made their way towa

Samson was as emotionless as ever. "Tell the truth. Is he a cultivator, and were you in cahoots so that he could use his powers to win money at the casino?" Tiff was in so much pain she could hardly speak, not even hearing much of what Samson said. Just then, Sharon said, "Tiff, cultivators aren't allowed to use their powers in casinos, and they know that. You'll both be in huge trouble if you've done so." It was only then that Tiff finally understood what they meant." "I really didn't know anything, please! I don't even know what a cultivator is!" Samson frowned at the agonized look on her face. Most regular people did not usually know cultivators, and so it was possible that Tiff might not know what cultivators were seeing as she was just a hostess. Only someone at the managerial level like Sharon would know. The casino also had an unspoken rule that cultivators were not welcome to gamble here. Most casinos had Sanctuary level experts holding the fort down for them,

"Ambience level?" Wilbur scoffed and counterattacked with a punch of his own. With a loud explosion, a turbulent flow of spiritual energy erupted in the room, rippling in all directions. "As expected. I was not wrong to say that you're a cultivator, right?" Samson said coldly. Wilbur asked, "Does being a cultivator necessarily mean that I cheated?" "If not? What is your purpose here at the casino?" Samson asked. Wilbur chuckled and said, "Can't a cultivator just play a hand or two? What a joke." "This is the rule of the casino," Samson said. Wilbur scoffed coldly. "That is your rule. My rule is that I'll do what I want to do." "Nonsense. Bill, take him down. Let him know what the consequences of cheating in a casino are!" Samson barked. Bill yelled and the spiritual energy in him concentrated in his hands, forming a long sword. He then aimed a slash at Wilbur. As the sword came slashing down, an overbearing force of spiritual pressure rippled toward Wilbur. The wo

The chips had been cashed out and wired into his card. Wilbur smiled and started meditating in his new room. He was going to go up against a Super Sanctuary level cultivator tomorrow. He had to rest well. Late at night, Tiff, who had been knocked unconscious, finally came around in the basement. She was covered in dirt, her body covered in injuries. Her broken leg was a tragic sight to behold. She could only see through the light coming through the tiny window. She looked at her broken leg in disbelief. She could not believe that this was how she was being treated. A moment ago, she had already become a millionaire, yet at the very next moment, she was dragged into a dark enclosed space. She bore through the pain and crawled to the door. She tried to push the door, but the iron seemed to be welded shut. She could not even move it at all. The tiny window was so small that even a cat would not be able to get through, let alone for her to climb out. A deep sensation of fear