Novel & Cerita The Gambler Marvel

The idiot holding on to me was too proud to see it, which was why he kept on talking like he had just won a great bounty. “You’re the one that sent whatever tried to kill her earlier.” Gavrael said. His eye colour kept flickering between red and gold, that was the only indication of his internal struggle. If not for his impeccable control, he would have snapped and released his beast. Instead, he was calm, trying to distract the enemy while planning what his own move would be.

I need to change my positioning so I can get a better view of his opponent. After some maneuvering, I was finally able to get a good vantage point from which to identify Marvon's current card game opponent. I am not very experienced with gambling games, but it appears that Marvon is very close to a victory—no surprise there. I just feel a little sorry for his opponent. Upon seeing Marvon's opponent, I was instantly struck with terror and catapulted back into my past. The sudden realization that this is a historical turning point in the apocalypse has left me feeling numb and cold all over.

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.

“Come. Let’s play.” The crowd parts like silk as I approach. The dealer, a woman with diamond earrings and a dead stare, starts shuffling the cards. Morillo leans back in his chair, cigar smoke ghosting the air. “Same stakes?” I nod once. “Same stakes.” “Always the gambler.” “No,” I corrected him. “Always the man who wins.” He chuckles darkly. “Let’s see.” The first round begins. The cards glide across the felt like secrets, precise, clean, dangerous.

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.

Right after that, Gerard and Matt showed up demanding to take Skyler away. Just as the two gamblers were heaving sighs of relief, both Matt and Gerard had gotten injured themselves. A battle between cultivators was unlike any regular fight, and the two gamblers were scared out of their wits. They hurried to nod at Jerome's words at once. "Yes, we cheated. We admit to it, and we'll pay up." This was a battle neither of the gamblers could afford to even take part in, and they wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"What’s so bad about it? Don’t you want to be with me? We’ve been apart for so many years. Don’t you miss me?" "Of course I do… Mmm, Nick, you’re so good with your tongue." "I can make you feel even better. Just wait." That was as far as I could listen. I bolted out of the car and vomited uncontrollably. Who would have thought I had wasted seven years—seven whole years— loving a man like this? At that moment, the flames of vengeance burned fiercer than ever in my heart. … Everything from my past life still felt fresh in my mind.

Even Marcus, lurking in the shadows, is mesmerized. As Ava finishes, applause erupts. She leaves the stage, locking eyes with DeMarco. For the first time, her smile is real—dangerous, daring, and full of promise. He knows, in that moment, he’s in for more than a chase. He’s in for a war. His phone buzzes. Another unknown text: "Watch your back.” DeMarco’s smile fades. The puzzle just got deeper, and the stakes just got higher.

Frowning, she said, “Grandpa overprotected him… He paid off Ralph’s gambling debts behind your back, and it’s 120 million dollars. Worse still, this is all you can find. We have no idea what was the exact amount. It has to be an astounding figure.” Maia sighed again. “My mom used to tell me that it didn’t matter how civilized a man is. If he’s a gambler, he’ll surely become an obsessed man when he’s at the casino table. It’s a one-way ticket, and there’s no coming back from it.” “Did he use up the entirety of 20 million dollars? D-Did he use it to pay off his gambling debt?” She shook her head and looked at him.