The Hero

Chapter 169 Sense of Superiority

Dental panic. He has darkened $9,000,000 and entered $6,000,000 now. He's only left with $ 3,000,000. If his elder brother found out, he would break his leg directly.

Michael was worried too. He wanted to win with technique, but why did he meet someone who played with determination, not technique today? No matter how skilled he is, what can he do when Javier refuses to touch the cards? Technique cannot fight determination at all.

For the $ 4,500,000 placed on the table, Michael turned to Gigi and whispered roughly, "Transfer me the money!"

Gigi looked troubled as she replied with the same whisper, “I have no more. I only have $3,000,000 now. I think he is doing an act, that $ 10,500,000 is about it. Who knew he would give $ again! 6,000,000? It will be more than $10,000,000 now. Where do I get that much money?”

And

Michael wanted to break Teeth on his feet more than ever like he was going to break bamboo. Did he trick her? He believed him when he said Javier was a poor man, yet this man threw money like a fierce storm, while the two of them still looked like children playing tricks even when the two of them joined. That's shameful.

However, the most important thing for Michael at the moment is not his shame—it is his money. Gigi can lose $6,000,000 for everything she cares about, but she can't lose $4,500,000! He had framed his master and harmed othersthe million dollars were not obtained easily.

Clenching his jaw, Michael took out his last $1,500,000—it was a fund that other investors invested in the company. He glanced at the teeth beside him. “I've done this much, and you still saved that $3,000,000? You don't want to get back your $6,000,000 again?”

Gigi no longer has a mind of her own. He was currently shocked and panicked, not knowing what to do at all. He could only follow Michael and do whatever he did. Their money is collected together. Dead or alive, they must accept it together.

As they raised their funds, they finally managed to collect $6,000,000 worth of casino chips and merge them into the hole. Taking a deep breath, Michael spoke tremblingly. "We'll look at the card a second time."

He was really scared right now. What if Javier gives $6,000,000 more? Where will he collect the money needed to see those cards again?

If not for the crowd, he would have clenched his hands together to ask for blessings for Javier to stop now. He was honestly incapable of provoking a man who played with determination rather than technique. He gave up, and he would even greet her with respect if they met next time. He did not mind calling him master or master if he could escape unscathed today!

The audience around them became excited as they gradually understood Javier's tactics.

“He ruined the game with money. A fighter. He specifically targeted Michael and Ms. Snowden's. He's too good to play games. He played with money and they both!”

The reality was pervasive, and Javier did not disappoint the audience.

Learning Michael's cool poses, he also flicked a finger. “You looked cool like this just now, so I took it from you. Come, $12.000.000. All in. Let him appreciate his chance to see the card for the third time.”

Michael fell to his knees. He didn't try to plead with Javier. His feet just gave up. He couldn't even produce $6,000,000 before. How can he pay $12.000.000?

If Javier had bet $12,000,000 at first, Michael wouldn't have dared to follow. Three card displays are a rule Michael made, but Javier has taken them and used them as his weapon, shooting Michael's heart one after the other.

He did not feel any pain at first, but he now felt his heart pierced a hole. He could not even feel the pain anymore!

He didn't dare call Javier a beggar anymore. No beggar would throw more than $20,000,000 into someone's face. It was a hard slap for that person!

As soon as Gigi thought of the $9,000,000 that just disappeared, she lost her filter in panic and cursed Javier, “Basic trash! You set me up! You did this intentionally! ”

Javier lit a free cigarette, belonging to the casino, and replied with a highlight, “Oh, don't accuse me so. Everyone here hears you. You asked me to gamble, and you would do what I wanted if I won tonight, right? Come onl. I'm waiting!

“Either make me lose, I will gladly accept it, or go here and be ready. Keep your promise.”

No matter how reluctant Gigi was, she was unable to speak a word to reply. Javier's right. He's the one who asks for everything, and he's just messing around with the rules.

This meant that he had the right to set the rules for the game tonight, but he still lost. He felt like he was a piece of trash-that was stupid at the time.

Until a muscular man who was almost two meters tall came in and exclaimed, “Gigi, what do you need me for?

The sight of the burly man again gave hope to Gigi. He immediately screeched like Karen, “They both cheated and bullied me. Hit them! Expel them!”

As long as they expel Javier and Mackenzie, he will not only get back the capital of $9,000,000, but the $28,500,000 Javier has given him will also be his and Michael's. Even when he gave $15,000,000 to Michael, he would still make $13,500,000!

"Kazar them! Hit them!" Gigi became even more excited about it and did not care much about the consequences.

Looks like this guy is one of the street fighting champions that Gigi mentioned. He does look pretty good. When his two huge fists met each other, it sounded like two rocks colliding with each other. That's very powerful. If one were to be punched, that huge fist would definitely break some bones.

It was just that when the champion walked towards Javier aggressively, both of his legs propped up the table as he casually smoked his cigarette, not even looking like he wanted to avoid it.

Until a champion like that tower gets close enough, Mackenzie suddenly moves like a panther. He attacked at a faster speed and jumped, locking the champion's head with his feet and swinging his body that floated in the air like a swing.

When Mackenzie stood up again, the heavy body of the champion rolled forward. Before the man could land, Mackenzie pulled the belt from someone on the side and hung the champion's neck from behind, remaining there in a shoulder-throwing position.

The intimidating champ didn't even hit before Mackenzie immediately strangled him. When he collapsed on the floor, Mackenzie poured a beer bottle over his face. He regained consciousness but did not wake up, turning his head to the side.

He knew he had lost. His opponent was not even trained in street fighting but killing. If Mackenzie wanted to, the force when his legs locked the champion's head could twist his neck if he stayed there half a second longer.

Javier flicked the ashes of his cigarette and scanned the place with a grin, brandishing the middle finger to insult everyone there and speaking briefly. “I will not be polite. Everyone and anyone of you here is just a little piece of trash! ”