Chapter 317
Chapter 317:
Only an unsuspecting rookie like Ashton could provide Hamza with such effortless amusement.
Encouraged by that thought, Hamza sprang to his feet and eagerly explained, “The rules are simple. It’s a dart game—each player gets ten throws, and the highest score wins. If you beat me, your hundred-dollar bet will triple to three hundred! What do you say? It’s an easy game. As long as you’ve got skill, you can keep winning big p>
Ashton’s eyes brightened. After feigning hesitation briefly, he pulled out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and slammed it down on the table.
“I’ll wager ten thousand, then. If I win, that’s thirty thousand coming my way, right p>
Hamza was momentarily taken aback, but his amusement quickly deepened. A novice placing such a hefty bet wasn’t just a rookie—it was a golden opportunity.
Nodding, Hamza grinned broadly. “That’s right. If you know the rules, let’s begin. I’ll take the first shot p>
Hamza casually picked up a dart and threw it without bothering to aim precisely.
He intended to throw the first round to give Ashton a false sense of confidence, deliberately aiming for a low score. What Hamza hadn’t expected was that Ashton’s skill was even worse than he imagined; Ashton barely managed to score just one point higher than Hamza.
Realizing Ashton was truly a novice, Hamza decided to keep up the charade, deliberately holding back and scoring low in the following rounds.
Despite Hamza practically handing the game to him, Ashton, this seemingly harmless rookie, barely outscored him by one or two points each time.
After a few rounds, Hamza felt confident he had a firm grasp of Ashton’s abilities.
Certain his scheme was working perfectly, he decided it was time to reel in his catch.
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In the final round, Hamza finally revealed his true skill. He abandoned the pretense and sent the dart straight into the bullseye with his last throw.
Confident Ashton couldn’t possibly outscore him, Hamza smirked and shot a gloating glance at Ashton.
“Sorry, pal, but I really nailed that last round. Looks like you’re out of luck p>
As Ashton stared at the dart embedded dead center on the target, the smile that had once graced his face vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of panic.
Seeing this, Hamza felt a surge of exhilaration. He had dealt with plenty of rookies like Ashton before—those who would crumble at the first sign of pressure. Victory over him was practically guaranteed!
However, reality took an unexpected turn for Hamza.
Ashton, visibly trembling, gripped the dart for a long moment before finally shutting his eyes and throwing it with gritted teeth. Despite the seemingly haphazard throw, the dart miraculously struck the bullseye as well!
Because of the trap Hamza had set earlier, even though this round ended in a tie, Ashton still emerged victorious.
When Ashton slowly opened his eyes and saw the result, his tense expression immediately softened.