Chapter 319
Chapter 319:
Even in extreme sports like racing, Ashton’s precision rarely faltered. Dart games and knife-throwing were mere child’s play to him.
Hamza stood frozen in disbelief for a long moment before reality hit him like a hammer, twisting his face into a dark and menacing scowl.
In their line of business, protecting the casino’s reputation was paramount. If they lost, they admitted it.
But the real problem was that Ashton had bet one hundred thousand. This meant Hamza was now three hundred thousand in the red—a sum he simply couldn’t stomach.
Stewing in this realization, Hamza shot a menacing glare at the server beside him, who immediately caught the signal and murmured into his walkie-talkie.
Within moments, a swarm of thuggish men began closing in on Ashton from all sides, cutting off every possible escape route.
Even in a place like this, such a scene was rare. Nearby gamblers, spooked by the rising tension, quickly backed away, eager to avoid any association with Ashton.
Ashton glanced around, feigning bewilderment as he casually asked, “What’s going on here p>
Hamza, convinced Ashton was playing dumb, sneered, “Cut the nonsense! We’re playing one more dart game. You’re going to cough up every dime you’ve taken from me p>
A cruel glint flickered in Hamza’s eyes as he spoke. He had already made up his mind—if Ashton refused, he’d accuse him of stirring up trouble and unleash his goons without hesitation.
But to Hamza’s astonishment, Ashton showed no trace of fear.
Instead, he smiled and said, “You want me to win even more? But think it over—my chips are at four hundred grand now. If you lose again, you’ll owe me 1.2 million p>
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Hearing Ashton casually talk about money, Hamza couldn’t suppress a sneer.
In Hamza’s mind, Ashton was just getting cocky after two lucky wins, completely blind to the dangerous situation he had walked into.
Newcomers never knew when to be afraid. Hamza decided that even if this fool won today, he wouldn’t leave here with a cent. Neither his chips nor this newcomer would leave this casino in one piece.
The third game started soon after.
This time, unlike before, the casino thugs formed a tight circle around Ashton.
They jeered and taunted him, clearly trying to unsettle him into making a mistake.
Anyone else in that situation would likely have buckled, their performance faltering under the intense pressure.
Yet Ashton remained utterly unfazed by their intimidation attempts.
His throws stayed impeccably precise, each dart striking the bullseye with unerring accuracy.
A creeping unease began to gnaw at Hamza, signaled by the involuntary twitch of his eyelid. Despite sensing something was wrong, he clung to the reassurance of his overwhelming numerical advantage.