“Open! Open! Open!”
The surrounding gamblers also cheered, their eyes coldly fixed on the middle-aged man.
And that middle-aged man, sweat began to bead on his forehead…
“If you won’t open it, I’ll do it for you,” Quentin sneered.
“No need.” The middle-aged man opened the dice cup, three, four, four, eleven points, which was clearly a big win.
The crowd cheered!
“The God of Gamblers is awesome!”
“So amazing!”
Those gamblers were excited, their faces flushed, looking at Quentin as if they were seeing a deity.
The middle-aged man’s face turned ugly.
Damn it…
In just one round, he lost at least two million. Would Mr. Hinton skin him alive?
Moreover, this guy obviously came to ruin the place, so it might not end well this time.
But in this business, one can’t shirk responsibility. If word gets out that debts aren’t honored, who would dare to come and play here? So, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.
“Pay up.” After saying this, he turned to someone behind him and said, “Go report this to Mr. Hinton, and also, have someone keep an eye on his movements.”
“Yes.” The person hurriedly left.
Charlotte and Emery were both dumbfounded!
A hundred bucks turned into so much? Close to a million!
Too terrifying. It hasn’t even been a few minutes!
How did Quentin do it?
Emery had been in the casino for a while and naturally knew how difficult it was to win money from these people!
And Quentin, he went all in every time, winning every time, without a single loss!
Even the God of Gamblers isn’t that terrifying!
Quentin sneered, “Forget it, the stakes here are too small, not fun.”
He picked up the chips and walked towards other tables…
The middle-aged man stared at his back, his face ugly. This guy definitely had a problem, just like you could easily see his dice.
Could it be that he has X-ray vision?
But this isn’t a novel, how could such a person exist?
—
In an office on the highest floor of the casino, Pockmark limped in with the support of his men.
And in the center of the office, a tall man with a crew cut, sharp eyes, and a commanding presence, sat on the sofa, holding a cigar between his fingers.
“Mr. Hinton!!” Seeing this man, Pockmark trembled all over, speeding up despite the pain.
“We failed to collect the debt.”
As soon as he heard this, Mr. Hinton’s sinister gaze immediately swept over.
“Worthless!”
Being scolded like this, Pockmark didn’t dare to retort at all, but lowered his head.
“I didn’t expect that Emery guy to have a son-in-law, who’s quite powerful. He seems… somewhat like a martial artist.”
“We’re no match!”
Mr. Hinton said coldly, “No matter how skilled he is, he’s still afraid of a kitchen knife. Can’t ten people overpower him, let alone a hundred?”
“You come to me for such a trivial matter, what are you good for, useless!”
With a hint of anger in his eyes, Mr. Hinton threw a wine bottle at him, which burst open with a loud noise, leaving Pockmark bleeding from the head…
Instead of getting angry, he became even more awed. “Mr. Hinton… that guy is here. He said he wants to see you…”
Mr. Hinton sneered, “What kind of rubbish is he? Does he even deserve to see me? Send some people over, deal with him!”
“Break his hands and feet, bring him to me. I want to see what kind of guts this guy has to offend me!”
“Yes-” Hearing Mr. Hinton’s words, Pockmark could only nod.
“Why haven’t you gone yet?”
Pockmark immediately staggered to his feet, bowed, and tried to leave.
But at that moment, another man hurried in, saying, “Mr. Hinton, there’s a guy causing trouble in the casino today!”
Mr. Hinton’s eyes turned cold, “Why so many troubles today? Have I been absent for too long, and these guys think I’m easy to bully?”
He looked at the man, raised his chin, and asked coldly, “How is he causing trouble?”
The man said, “He’s going all in every round, played many rounds, and hasn’t lost a single one…”
“Started with a hundred bucks, and in less than ten minutes, he’s made nearly a million…”
At this, Mr. Hinton’s face, which had been filled with disdain and hostility, also showed astonishment.