thefictionvixens Chapter 300: Patton, the Sore Loser
Chapter 300: Patton, the Sore Loser
Torres almost died laughing.
"Haha, Mr. Chen, who are you trying to scare? I, Torres, have been a casino magnate for decades. What haven't I seen? Someone like you think you can scare me?"
"Whether it scared you or not, you'll only know once you find out. Look carefully."
After Lao Mo finished speaking, he immediately flipped over the nine of spades.
Gaa...
Nine of Spades, it really is Nine of Spades.
Ninety-one, J, Q, K, all spades, a straight flush.
A straight flush that can beat four aces.
"Wow, a straight flush! It really is a straight flush!"
"Oh my god, it really is a straight flush!"
All the onlookers stood up. It seemed they were paying tribute to Old Murdoch.
This was absolutely Old Mo's moment of glory. At this moment, he was a god in the eyes of these people.
No one had ever been able to beat the God of Gamblers, Torres, but this mysterious Eastern man did.
When Barton, who was sitting in the audience, saw this, his eyes widened, his heart raced, and he almost fainted.
Ferramin had already jumped up.
"Hahaha, we won! We won! The other side is out of money, we won, Caesar, we won!"
Caesar couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up too. He gave Ferramy a high five.
At this point, Caesar no longer needed to pretend to be profound; he could start celebrating with a toast.
So he jumped up and high-fived Ferramin in celebration.
Meanwhile, Mr. Torres, the God of Gamblers, was completely dumbfounded and couldn't come to his senses for a long time.
He longed to reach into his sleeve and see if the nine of spades was still there, but he didn't dare.
How is this possible? The Nine of Spades was clearly in my sleeve, how did it come out?
Could it be that he had hidden a nine of spades all along? All for this moment?
He wanted to yell, "You, surnamed Chen, you're cheating!"
But no matter how many times he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.
Because he dared not.
Even if he doesn't have the nine of spades in his sleeve, he still has another card! Even if he does have the nine of spades, it's useless.
If a real investigation were conducted, he would be the one whose hand was chopped off.
This hand was perfectly normal. There was absolutely no sign of cheating.
Even if the opponent really did hide a nine of spades and exchange it, so what?
Could he possibly tell the referee, "The Nine of Spades is in my sleeve"?
Therefore, this was a flawless game. Torres had no chance of turning the tide except to concede defeat.
Thinking of this, his legs went weak and he plopped down in the chair.
Today, this all-time gambling god suffered a complete defeat. He didn't win a single hand throughout the entire match.
If Barton hadn't had a limit, he would have lost everything in the first game.
Nevertheless, he still lost, lost miserably and utterly.
This mysterious man from the East has completely overpowered him, the all-time gambling god.
Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
He believed that no one in the world could defeat this mysterious Eastern man.
He was convinced; he was truly convinced.
Barton was slumped over in his spectator seat. The fact that he hadn't passed out was a testament to his good health.
Caesar and Ferramin ran over, hugged Old Mo, and cheered.
"Haha, Mr. Chen, you're amazing! Haha, we won! We won! Hahahaha..."
The people on Lao Mo's side were all in an uproar.
But Patton's men looked like chickens that had caught fowl cholera, all listless and dejected.
A casino that could lay golden eggs lost just like that. A casino valued at three billion lost just like that.
Barton clutched his chest, his gaze towards Old Mo flashing with a dangerous light.
It's all because of this yellow-skinned pig! It's all because of this yellow-skinned pig that I lost the casino! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
Patton was so angry he gritted his teeth and placed all the blame on Old Murdoch.
He knew that Old Mo had no backers here except for Caesar and Ferramin.
Previously, the reason why Caesar and Ferramy had been protecting Old Mo was because they needed Old Mo to help them get on the field.
After the bet is over, Caesar and Ferramy will no longer protect Old Moriarty.
So he decided he wouldn't let Old Mo leave Las Vegas alive. Otherwise, he'd suffer for the rest of his life.
The whole stadium cheered.
Only Barton and a few of his casino shareholders were the most upset.
Although Torres was also upset, he hadn't actually lost anything.
Therefore, only Barton and his few shareholders truly felt the pain.
Patton finally calmed down, but his face was still ashen.
He slowly stood up, and with his men, slowly walked up to Lao Mo, looking him up and down.
The people present seemed to sense that something was wrong and quickly quieted down.
Old Mo looked at Barton with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Barton, what's wrong? You seem like a sore loser?"
"Heh, you think I can't afford to lose? I can certainly afford to lose, but I'm afraid you might win but not live to enjoy the money. Humph..."
After Barton finished speaking, he looked coldly at Old Mo.
Anyone could see that he had already decided to kill Lao Mo.
Old Mo smiled and said, "I advise you not to have such thoughts. If you lose a bet, at most you only lose a casino."
If your plan fails, you'll lose your life, and your whole family will lose theirs.
Upon hearing this, Patton's anger flared even more: "You yellow-skinned monkey, are you threatening me?"
Old Mo chuckled and said, "You can take it as a threat, a warning, or even just ignore what I said. As long as you can handle the consequences."
"Fark. How dare you be so arrogant on my turf? Just for that one sentence, you deserve to die. Do you think this is your backward and impoverished country? Do you think that just because Caesar and Ferramy are backing you, I won't dare to mess with you?"
Patton was truly enraged.
He truly didn't expect that this yellow-skinned monkey would dare to talk back to him like this on his own turf.
Patton was born noble, and everyone around him had always been obsequious and submissive to him. Who had ever dared to talk back to him like that?
This is intolerable?
Old Mo laughed upon hearing this: "So what if I'm on your turf? Try touching me and see if you die today or I die!"
If the transfer agreement hadn't been signed before, Old Mo would have shot him dead.
These damn white pigs are so arrogant, they think everyone will indulge them!
"Fuck, you bastard, you made me lose a whole casino, and you still dare to be so arrogant. I..."
Seeing that he was truly enraged, Caesar and Ferramy quickly jumped out and stood in front of Old Mo.
"Mr. Barton, Mr. Barton, don't be angry, don't be angry. Your problems can be resolved anytime. The most important thing now is to sign the transfer agreement, isn't it?"
Caesar and Ferra knew Old Mo's abilities, and they weren't really afraid that Old Mo would suffer a loss; they were just afraid that if a fight broke out, Old Mo would kill Patton.
That wouldn't be fun; the winnings from the casino wouldn't be sustainable.
They strongly suspected that Patton was trying to cause trouble.
Barton let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes still fixed on Old Mo with resentment.
"Okay, I, Patton, can afford to gamble and I can afford to lose. I'll sign the contract to you right now. Yellow-skinned monkey, I hope you live to spend this money."