The speaker dared not utter another word as

he cautiously sat back in his seat.

Darius no longer concerned himself with

that man. After all, he knew the people gambling here were much poorer than

him. Their combined assets would not even amount to a fraction of his wealth.

There was no way Darius would waste his time on such people. Hence, he promptly

placed his black bank card with the letter “R” onto the table.

The manager’s brows furrowed. “I know many

people worship Reid Consortium. Since you know of the Reid family, I’m sure

you’re also aware of the family’s social status. In having this bet against me,

I hope you understand that a measly person like you cannot survive the wrath of

our casino or the Reids.”

“Don’t forget what you’re saying to me

now,” Darius responded, his voice devoid of emotion while he glanced at his watch.

Then, he placed his card onto the scanner.

A second passed before the machinery let

out a beep of approval and flashed a green light.

Everyone around them