A Gambling Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mom hollered. "What did you do with the money, just return it!" I demanded since I didn't remember receiving money from them in school. "It's gone!" Das clamored. "Gone? I don't understand, were you robbed, what did you do with it?" I demanded and the unknown man laughed in his heavy Italian accent. "Drugs, drinks, gambling, every felonious game, you name it darling," he smirked while his eyes scintillated with diversion before taking another tow of his cigar.

Bill gives us both a childish smile and I groan in annoyance. Bill is notorious for his stupid bets. He loves a good gamble, but since I refuse to let him do so in a real environment, we agreed he could make bets with others on small things. Things like who might fall asleep on night duty and the likes. His most recent bet was on how long it would take Harriet to bed me. I left out that she had already been trying for some time. He feels cheated by my win on that bet. Now he is looking for that win with this new one.

"I forgot to tell you, that man is a famous gambling lord in the city and never misses." "Lord of gamblers?" An Taotao was stunned, and her eyes looked clear under the warm lights. "It seems that you wanted my father to lose from the beginning?" "If this is the case, will you plead?" Mr. King's thin lips light, eyes riveted on her. An Taotao lashes a quiver, what was he thinking?

“But I’ve seen people come in with fortunes, thinking they’re untouchable, only to leave with nothing.” An alarm bell went off in my mind, but I forced myself to stay calm, keeping my expression polite as the man settled in, clearly eager to talk. His words seemed vague and ominous, making me wonder if he was hinting at something more than just bad luck. He continued to ramble on, his voice taking on a distant, almost wistful tone. “You’d be amazed at the people who come here—the powerful, the influential, the rich, the famous. They think they can handle the stakes. But this place…” He let out a hollow laugh. “It’s got a way of pulling them in deeper. Plenty lose fortunes. Some think they’re

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

“750,000 dollars, blind.” The next one to bet was an old man holding a bird cage with a pair of birds inside. Javier had seen this species of bird before. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, but he had forgotten their name, not that it mattered. What mattered was that this old man was about to place his bet. The old man glanced at Javier with a beam. “Young man, don’t play when you have a woman in your arms. Looks like you have no idea about the rules of the gambling table. I’m afraid you’ll suffer a great loss!”

He answered casually, "I don't need any chips. All I need is one move to win against you. If I win, that man will be mine. His gambling debt will be written off." Hearing his statements, the man across the table grimaced in obvious discontent. Just before he snapped, Caleb spoke again, calmly and deliberately, "If I lose, I'll triple the number of chips in front of you plus the gambling debt this man owes you." This was a risky trade. However, Bert was once again tempted. These chips in front of him were not in small quantities. Bert was a veteran of this casino. He frequently suppressed guests who came here to bet using some of his own means.

Those screens were monitoring the casino from all angles, filming all the activities that happened within the place. Asking the staff to freeze one of the screens, Kazuo pointed to a man in front of a gambling table. “That’s the man.” A man with a gaunt face and messy hair could be seen on the screen. Even at just a glance, one could tell that the gambler was not exactly a decent man. He seemed to be having bad luck tonight. Apparently, he had lost quite a bit of money, causing him to be somewhat irritable. He was constantly scratching at his messy hair.

They took turns gathering money from the center of the table. "He's not very good at this," Abiagan observed quietly. "No, he's not," Jamie agreed. He frowned. This wasn't what he expected. He thought he would find Mr. Harrison meeting with suspicious people or doing something obviously wrong. But gambling? That was disappointing, not dangerous. Suddenly, a man stumbled toward their table. He was older, maybe in his thirties. His face was red, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. He nearly fell but caught himself on their table.

"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."