Chapter 318
Chapter 318:
He smiled at Hamza and asked, “So, does this mean I’ve won p>
Hamza was irritated. He hadn’t expected this rookie to accidentally hit the bullseye out of sheer panic.
But he concealed his annoyance, instead tossing a stack of chips worth thirty thousand over to Ashton and chuckling.
“Not bad, buddy. I didn’t expect you to be hiding your skills like that. It’s been a while since I’ve lost—looks like I’ve finally met my match today p>
Ashton accepted the chips, scratching his head with feigned humility.
“You’re too generous. Just got lucky, really. If it weren’t for that, I definitely would’ve lost that last round given my skill level p>
Hamza waved his hand dismissively, grinning. “Luck’s just another kind of skill. You’re on a roll today, so how about another dart game? You’ve already pocketed thirty thousand, so even if you lose, you’re still ahead p>
Ashton paused, considering, before cautiously asking, “How about we up the stakes p>
Hamza, eager to reclaim his money, jumped at the opportunity and quickly agreed.
Catching Hamza’s eager reaction, Ashton cheerfully asked for a moment and then left the casino. A short while later, he returned clutching a thick stack of cash and sought out Hamza once more.
“There’s a hundred grand here. If I win, that’s three hundred grand coming my way, right?” Ashton said with a straight face.
Hamza nodded in agreement, but inside he was laughing to himself, sensing an easy victory.
He believed luck was on his side today, stumbling upon this fool who was about to lose everything. He was done playing nice. This rookie would regret it soon enough.
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With tension hanging in the air, the game quickly resumed.
This time, Hamza abandoned all pretense. With a hundred thousand on the line, he unleashed his true skill, nearly every dart landing dangerously close to the bullseye.
Yet, instead of confidence, Hamza found himself drenched in sweat.
Across from him, Ashton effortlessly nailed the bullseye with every single throw.
As Hamza watched Ashton’s calm and untroubled demeanor, the realization hit him—Ashton had intentionally held back during the first game.
This seemingly harmless novice was nothing less than a lion in sheep’s clothing.
Watching Ashton’s flawless performance, Hamza’s composure shattered. His throws grew increasingly wild, and by the final round, he even missed the target entirely. Meanwhile, Ashton struck the bullseye in all ten rounds, securing an undeniable victory.
Ashton observed Hamza’s despairing expression with a serene smile playing on his lips, his heart completely untroubled.
Having been rigorously trained by his family from a young age in various disciplines, Ashton had honed his physical coordination to an exceptional level.