Adam Anderson looked at his manner, as if he would never lose. The desire for winning in his heart was ignited layer by layer.
"May I know your name, sir? Do you really need such a grand display?" Adam Anderson glanced at the bodyguards hidden in the shadows.
"Carey, you can call me Mr. Carey."
"Very well, I've remembered. Mr. Carey has laid hands on my people, making me uncomfortable. How about we bet that the loser kneels and kowtows three times?"
Mr. Carey chuckled a few times: "Mr. Anderson is a man of character, why should I have any reason to back down? But if I win, there's no need for Mr. Anderson to kneel and kowtow."
Adam Anderson squinted his eyes, sizing him up.
"Then what do you want?"
"Simple, Mr. Anderson will strip and take a lap on floor B1."
Rosy stood to the side, her eyes lowered uneasily, guessing in her heart why the boss harbored such great hostility towards Mr. Anderson. If Mr. Anderson really stripped and took a lap on floor B1, it would be a huge embarrassment throughout Ael.
The people on floor B1 were many, and they all had wide connections.
"This must be your first time in Ael, Mr. Carey. You don't know the foundation of the Anderson Family. If you offend them, the road ahead will not be easy." Adam Anderson bit his teeth, not because he didn't dare to gamble, but relating to the Anderson Family's honor was not a child's play.
"It's just a game, the stakes aren't big, how can it be fun?" Mr. Carey extended his hand, and the bodyguard at his side handed him a lit cigarette: "I've heard Mr. Anderson Sr. is extremely strict, if he knew Mr. Anderson is indulged in gambling, I wonder..."
"Say no more, gamble then gamble." Mentioning Mr. Anderson Sr., Adam Anderson felt like being grabbed by his weak point.
"Straightforward, let's deal the cards."
The aura of the two big shots at the table was so imposing that the hands of the little dealer shook; Adam Anderson frowned angrily, he was a quick-tempered person and would lay out his cards the moment he received them, while the mixed-blood man sitting across from him sat immovably with a calm smile, never touching the table at all.
He could see through all the expressions on Adam Anderson's face, saw the sweat inadvertently falling from his forehead, then softly laughed and turned over his own cards, spreading them on the table.
"Mr. Anderson, I must thank you for letting me win."
Adam Anderson's pupils shrank sharply, seeing the cards in front of him, his heart sank: "Mr. Carey's cards are good, but this is only the first round, no need to be too complacent."
The gamble was for three rounds in total, only the one with two victories could be considered a real winner. It was not over until the last, and he would never lose his momentum.
"Continue," Mr. Carey said warmly.
"How about changing positions?" Adam Anderson didn't trust this Mr. Carey, how could he have such good luck, such great cards if not for cheating, the man turned his head to specially glance at Rosy.
Rosy naturally understood what he meant, it was nothing more than monitoring Mr. Carey's behaviors. A sly flash appeared in the woman's eyes, and she nodded slightly with a bow.
After changing positions, Adam Anderson wore a satisfied smile, motioning the little dealer to deal the cards as if he was about to win.
The second round began.
This time when Adam Anderson turned over his cards, his frown deepened; how could changing positions result in even smaller cards? He clenched the cards in his hand and looked up, meeting those pitch-black eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere was chaotic.
"Mr. Anderson's cards don't seem very good."
Mr. Carey still didn't look at his cards, not until Adam Anderson folded did he open his.
His cards were even smaller than Adam Anderson's. If Adam Anderson hadn't folded, he would definitely have won, but since he folded, he lost this round.
"You're cheating." Adam Anderson pointed at Mr. Carey, unable to tolerate his constant delay in looking at his cards, putting on a calm facade, causing him to lose his balance.
"Mr. Anderson, be careful with your words. There are surveillance cameras here in 360 degrees, how can I cheat?" Mr. Carey shrugged, tapping his fingers on the table: "Three rounds in total, I've won two, this last round even if we gamble or not doesn't change the outcome."
Adam Anderson slammed the table, his scalp tingling with anger, never had someone deceived him like this; Rosy seeing this scene quickly held Mr. Anderson's hand, softly said: "Mr. Anderson, let's go, we can't afford to confront this person."
"Hmph, there's no one in Ael I, Adam Anderson, can't confront. Mr. Carey, how about one more round?"
Mr. Carey leaned back in his chair, raised his black eyebrows with interest: "How to gamble?"
"Why not increase the stakes, if I win this last round, Mr. Carey will strip and walk out of Arthur Gold Casino, if I lose, I'll leave fifty million."
Upon hearing this, Rosy tugged on Mr. Anderson's clothes, but Adam Anderson was like a stubborn mule, refusing to listen.
"I'll naturally accompany you, but can you afford it? Even if the Anderson Family is wealthy, suddenly taking out fifty million for fun is probably..."
"Whether I can afford it is my business, Adam Anderson's business." Adam Anderson extended his hand; earlier, he saw Mr. Carey extend a hand and immediately get a cigarette, he extended his hand, waiting long for no one to hand him a cigarette, frowning, he roared, "Where's the cigarette!"
Mr. Carey chuckled, raising his chin toward the darkness, softly said, "Give Mr. Anderson a light."
Adam Anderson inhaled a puff of cigarette, exhaled a plume of smoke, easing the anxiety in his chest, patted the table and lightly commanded, "Deal the cards."
This final round, he also learned not to rush to see the cards; the two men across the table locked eyes, a hidden clash of knives and swords invisible in the air.
The little dealer was so nervous sweat soaked him through, the room was surprisingly quiet, even the simplest swallowing could be heard clearly.
"Rosy, why don't you help me turn over the cards?" Mr. Carey leaned back in his chair, with no intention of moving his hands, his warm voice gently requesting others' help; Rosy shrank back at the sound, her appearance was extremely frightened.
This round was a gamble on luck, whoever had better luck would be the winner.
Adam Anderson pretended to be calm, his gaze already drifting to the cards in front of Mr. Carey. This was the first time he opened the cards first, and when he saw the card points, Adam Anderson smiled inwardly, a small point.
"Mr. Carey's card point isn't large, seems today we'll both have to walk out this door naked." Adam Anderson always aimed to drag someone down with him if he was going down himself.
Mr. Carey curved his lips in a faint smile, his eyes unperturbed, he chin lifted, signaling Adam Anderson to look at his own cards: "Mr. Anderson, you better look at your cards before making bold declarations."
Adam Anderson exuded confidence, his spine straightened as he stood beside the table, one hand supporting it, the other grasping the cards; he always had good luck, he hadn't encountered card points as low as what Mr. Carey had just now. The man directly tossed the cards onto the table, he hadn't even looked at them beforehand.
He was completely sure of himself.
Incredibly brave.
Rosy, the closest, looked at the table's cards, widened her eyes, her neck stiffened retreating a step, melding into the darkness, the room fell silent.
Adam Anderson leaned forward to look closely: "Damn it, are you cheating? I've never caught cards with points this low."
Mr. Carey laughed and shook his head, standing to wipe his hands with a towel: "Mr. Anderson, stop deceiving yourself, whether I'm cheating can be proven by the cameras here."
"Don't forget our bet, Mr. Anderson, take a lap on floor B1 naked, and also… leave the fifty million behind."