Chapter 120:
âLoaded dice, those are loaded dice with ones.â
âWow, dice really are Shipleyâs specialty.
Heâs mastered the art of rolling loaded ones.â
âShipleyâs skill in gambling is easily among the top three at the Tartarus Club, simply extraordinary.â
âI thought the ladyâs roll of six ones was unbeatable, but Shipley rolling loaded dice is just astounding.â
âWait. One. Two. Three.
Four. Where are the other two?â
Shipley, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly found himself gasping for air. Three seconds later, his smile faded, but the laughter of others filled the room.
âOh my goodness, two sixes! Ha-ha! Shipley has the worst luck!â
âI used to think he was a genius in gambling, but it turns out heâs just so-so, ha-haâ¦â
âShipley couldnât win this round. She has six ones.â
âHow could Shipley have loaded dice to top that?â
âShipley has really taken a huge loss this time.
Damn, weâre talking about a hundred million! I heard thatâs all he had in chips at the casino.â
âLook at him now, his arrogance gone.
He probably wants to admit defeat.
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But in a high-stakes game like this, calling it quits now could mean losing an arm, and now heâs trapped.â
Shipleyâs shift from arrogance to a ghostly pale look happened in seconds.
He couldnât believe heâd rolled two sixes. If they had been twos, he would have won.
He couldnât accept losing like this.
But the fact remained that he had already lost a hundred millionâ¦
Surrounded by ridicule and mocking voices, Shipley felt like his head might burst. Suddenly, the reality of the high-stakes bet hit himâhis arm. No! He couldnât afford to lose his arm.
He had to continue this gamble.
He had to win! Yet, the stakes for the next round had doubled to two hundred million. Should he risk all his savings? He hesitated.
âAre you continuing?â
At the sound of Harleeâs indifferent tone, Shipley glared at her, his eyes filled with anger, like a beast trapped in a cage.
âYou only shook once.
How did you roll six ones?â
Harlee played with the dice in her hand, her expression brimming with unchecked confidence.
âIsnât that the way to roll dice?â
At this, Shipley was so furious that he spat blood onto the gambling table.
His prized gambling skills had been ridiculed!
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