After losing about a million, Casper finally understood the rules of playing rummy. Harold kept complimenting Casper, âOh, young man, you are so talented in the game. I canât believe you know how the game works after one round. If so, shall we increase the bet?â
Casper knew the cunning man could no longer hold back his greed. Haroldâs eyes gleamed when he mentioned money.
âSure. Letâs do it. Why not increase the minimum bet by ten times the amount previously? Letâs go for a million, shall we?â
Casper was very daring to raise the bet to a million. It was also an amount that met the expectation of the people at the table.
âLetâs spell this out first. What would be the consequences if a person got caught cheating or if they declare a win without a legal winning hand?â Eugene smoked very slowly because this was his last cigarette.
Without changing his expression, Harold said, âNaturally, the person must return all the money they won and break one of their legs! However, King of Cheats, I notice you only have one leg left. Am I right?â
âHaha. Thank you for concerning. Harold, you have so many surveillance cameras around the place.
How would I dare to play tricks in front of you?â replied Eugene straightforwardly.
âPlease donât misunderstand me. That is not the purpose I set up the cameras.â Harold looked innocent.
While Eugene and Harold confronted each other, Gunther did not idle around. He blended himself into the crowd to find out who Haroldâs subordinates were. These were the people he had to subdue if a fight arose.
Right now, almost everyone in Horington Casino came forward to spectate the game. Even in this venue, it was rare to have bets that could go up to tens of millions. It wasnât a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand. Ten million was a sum ordinary people could not even earn in their lifetime.
At the moment, the chips Eugene had was worth twenty-three million. Previously, Casper wanted to give Eugene half his chips, but Harold stopped him. Thus, he now had nineteen million worth of chips in his hand, while another gambler at the table had ten million. As for Harold, he had unlimited chips because he was the boss of the casino and could get any amount he wanted.
The onlookers discussed Casperâs identity because they had never seen him around. Which wealthy family is he from? Iâm sure he isnât from an ordinary prestigious family because he can place such a large amount of bets.
âCould it be that he is from Yaleview?â someone guessed.
âI canât be sure. However, I think only elite people there have the financial power to spend so much.â
âIâve done a background check on him. Last year, he came here to study as a university student.
Although he is a student, he has numerous assets under his name. The aggregate value of his assets is worth tens of millions.â Someone who had an impressive network got news about Casperâs social and financial status in a short amount of time.
âTsk! Tsk! He must be the descendant of a distinguished family!â
While the spectators were talking about Casperâs familial background, Casper, who sat at the gambling table, had cold sweat beaded across his forehead. He was merely a newbie in rummy. Thus, he felt stressed because three of his opponents were experienced players.
Casper would have to hesitate for a long time whenever he wanted to discard a card. He was afraid that his move would allow his opponent to win. Casper didnât mind if Eugene won the game, but if the winner turned out to be one of his other two opponents, he would be in a dilemma.
Fortunately, Casper was clever. He gradually got the rules and techniques of the game. However, there were too many things Casper needed to consider. For example, the card his opponent wanted, which card he should or shouldnât discard, and what techniques he could use to minimize his loss. All these questions were like magic spells running through his mind.
Hey, arenât you the King of Cheats? Canât you see I need help? Shouldnât you at least give me some hint? Casper shot a meaningful glance at Eugene when his opponents werenât aware of his actions.
Eugene didnât bother with the former. Instead, he anxiously touched his ears because he had finished smoking all his cigarettes.
âExcuse me, do you have any cigarettes here?â Eugene discarded a card. Immediately, Harold took the card, melded it with two other cards of a similar number, and placed it on the table.
âIâm sorry. I usually smoke cigars from Corleon. Iâm not sure if you are used to it,â said Harold as he got rid of a card he didnât want.
âYouâre right. Iâm not quite used to it. The taste is so strong that it will choke me, and I will feel dizzy.â
Eugene waved as he took Haroldâs card and made it into a run.
âIf thatâs the case, I canât help you. Most of my employees donât smoke. However, we do provide alcohol. Do you want some? They are fine wine.â Harold looked at the card in his hand with hesitation.
A while later, he still decided to discard it.
âUnfortunately, I donât drink. Cigarettes can make a person feel awake, whereas alcohol might cause a person to make a mistake,â rejected Eugene. After that, he looked at the card Harold put on the table and smiled. âDonât think about matching that card. The number you want is in my hand. I suggest you discard as many cards as possible now so the winner will win fewer points.â
The veins on Haroldâs forehead popped out. It seems like this man is not trying to win. He is merely doing things that will stop me from victory. Eugeneâs playing skills are far better than mine. He can guess my cards just by looking at what I discard. Moreover, he keeps targeting me!
As expected, Harold didnât win this round. Even though he started smoothly, he still lost in the end.
After everyone showed their cards, Harold was infuriated when he saw Eugeneâs pile. That was because Eugene had all the cards Harold wanted. It was apparent that the man didnât want to win from the start, and his only motive was to stop Harold from winning.
âEveryone, I need to take a rest. Letâs have a short break. Iâm an old man, and sometimes my body doesnât function properly. I will head to the restroom now.â Harold bowed and walked out with his cane.
âMr. Murphy, although weâre at your casino, you canât just stop the game whenever you want, can you?
Who knows what youâre planning to do?â Eugene shouted at him. Immediately, Haroldâs face flushed red. âCan you please show some empathy to a senior citizen like me? If you donât believe me, you can follow me.â
To Haroldâs surprise, Eugene pressed the table and stood up. He looked like he had the intention to follow Harold. The latterâs heart skipped a beat. However, he suppressed his feelings and pretended to be calm. âAre you sure you want to come with me?â
Eugene rolled his eyes and sat back down. âOh, forget it. Iâm not interested in looking at an old man pee. But please empty your bladder in one go. My only hope is you wonât go to the restroom in the middle of the game after this.â
After Harold went to the restroom for about a minute, the other gambler suddenly stood up and said, âI want to take a piss too.â Before Casper and Eugene could say a word, the man headed toward the exit.
Of course, Casper wouldnât let the man go just like that. He reached his right arm and pulled the manâs sleeve. âWhere are you going? Are you going to have a secret talk with your boss?â
That man had good acting skills. He was calm even in this situation. âWhat are you saying? I really need to use the restroom urgently.â
Eugene said, âItâs okay. Let him go. Since we are not in the middle of a game, there is not much they could communicate about. Why not you help me buy a packet of cigarettes? Iâll let you leave if you do so.â
After that, Eugene took out a wrinkled note with the face value of a hundred from his pocket and passed it to the gambler. âGet me cigarettes of better quality. The lousier ones will choke me.â
Upon hearing that, Casper frowned. What is wrong with Eugene? I seriously donât understand what he is doing.
Even though Casper had doubts, he chose to believe Eugene and let go of the manâs hand. That man took the money and ran to the restroom.
âAre you sure you can help the person behind you pay off his debts?â Casper suddenly asked. In reality, he meant if Eugene could win the money from Harold.
With a calm expression, Eugene said, âNo matter what happens, this will be my last time coming to this casino.â
It was as if Eugene had seen through everything. Casper knew Eugene was going all out to defeat Harold. Therefore, he nodded to inform Eugene he understood the latterâs intention.
On the gambling table, Casper and Eugene were having a discussion. At the same time, Harold was scolding his subordinates furiously in the restroom.
âWhat is wrong with you guys? Canât you see their cards with the surveillance cameras? Why canât I hear a word through my earpiece?â
The few people in the control room were dismayed. âB-Boss, that cheater, Eugene, is too cunning. Iâm sure you noticed that he doesnât show his cards. He can remember his cards just by looking at them briefly. Besides that, he doesnât arrange his cards and Terrence is blocking our view. We canât see a thing!â
After the person explained his situation, Harold turned to the other side. âWhat about you guys? Do all of you have short-sightedness? Canât you see Casperâs cards? Even though Casper covers his cards, he still needs to take a peep every time he makes a decision because he isnât an expert like Eugene.
Hence, Iâm sure he will reveal his cards. Why donât I see any signals from you guys?â These were all the men Harold had hidden in the crowd.
âWe could see part of his cards, and we did signal you. However, you canât see our signs because we are too far away from you.â The bunch of people felt wronged.