Chapter 513 Reveal

Manly was furious! If she didn't strip this country boy of everything he had and instead lost to him, it

would spell unimaginable humiliation. After all, no one had ever bested her in gambling—she was

Manly, the protege of The Divine Star himself!

The Divine Star had passed down seven gambling arts to seven disciples, each inheriting a unique

art. Manly's specialty was gambling.

"Manly, you're so wicked, wanting to win my underwear! But I am a man of integrity; not just any

woman has the privilege of winning my drawers!" Danny quipped, which only served to darken

Manly's already stern countenance.

"Country boy, less talk, more action! If you’re man enough, we can start the game now!" Manly was

raring to go.

"Manly, I’m always game!" Danny gestured towards the cage and said cheekily, "Please, after you! I

won't leave until I've made you cry tonight, putting my Perkins name to shame if I don't."

At the mention of the Perkins surname, Manly’s perfectly arched eyebrows twitched slightly. "You're

a Perkins?" she inquired.

"That's right, I'm a Perkins!"

"What’s your full name?" Manly asked, a tinge of seriousness in her voice.

"I’m Daniel," he replied.

"Daniel...?" she repeated, pondering the name silently. As far as she was aware, among the

grandsons of Washington's premier family, The Perkins, none were named Daniel. This suggested

the country boy must have only coincidentally shared a last name with The Perkins and was not

actually a member of the esteemed family. After all, if he were truly a member of The Perkins, how

could he possibly come to gamble with just a hundred dollars?

While The Big Dipper may not always bow down to The eight families, normal circumstances dictate

not provoking them. The Big Dipper had always maintained an indifferent relationship with The eight

families, with mutual non-interference being the best policy.

"Country boy, your name's too hard to remember; I'll just keep calling you 'country boy,'" Manly

dismissed him nonchalantly and began shaking the cage once more, smiling as she reminded him,

"Country boy, since you’re up for a challenge against me, shall we start?"

"Let's do it!" Danny nodded, "Begin!"

Manly shook the cage vigorously, and soon it came to a standstill on the table. This time, she

deliberately shook three threes because whether big, small, or Any Triple, no matter what Danny

bet his twenty million on, Manly could make him lose.

Danny peered intently into the cage and saw the three threes. With a grin, he pushed his chips

forward.

"I'm betting on Any Triple!"

Having already witnessed Danny's several winning streaks before, Manly had learned to expect that

he could guess correctly. However, she had a trick up her sleeve—cheating. And the highest level of

cheating in gambling didn't involve tampering with the gear; it was all about skill.

"Country boy, you're sure you want to bet your twenty million on Any Triple? Once you commit,

there's no turning back," Manly gave Danny a final confirmation.

"With a bet on high or low, the twenty million will only double to forty million at best. But if I bet on

Any Triple, I can turn it into twenty billion. Forty million won’t make you cry, Manly; but with twenty

billion, I'll definitely make you weep!"

Manly's expertise in deceit was not the physical manipulation of dice or cards—it lay in her ability to

control the outcome with sheer skill, a power she wielded with confidence at her own table. And

now, Danny was betting big, aiming for a win that he believed would bring her to tears.