"I just came here and it already doesn't smell too good," came a voice with a slightly mocking tone. The
person sat opposite to Brian and Molly, "Mr. Brian, I'm afraid I was too late to watch the show?"
Brian didn't even look up but Molly did. She saw Hanson who was clad in a gray suit and black shirt,
sitting opposite to them. He looked clean and crisp now like before when he was at the Grand Night
Casino—unlike this morning, when he had just woken up and had't had time to fix himself. He looked
cunning with his hair resting on part of his face concealing some parts of his eyes. His lips were slightly
parted as if forming a twisted plan—he was good-looking to say the least.
"Aaron's getting ready downstairs," Brian said as he put some diced mango on Molly's place, "Chester
hasn't arrived yet," he finished.
"Hmm?" Hanson seemed quite surprised, "Is it possible that he won't come even after we told him to?"
Suddenly, Brian raised his eyes to meet Hanson's eyes. He spoke gradually, "I don't like people who
think too highly of themselves."
Pursing his lips, Hanson mumbled, "Can't I crack a joke..." He widened his eyes briefly enough that
Brian didn't see it then he turned to Molly and said, "Seriously, how can you handle him?"
Molly's hand was midair about to take a mouthful of diced mango. She wasn't expecting that Hanson
would talk to her. She froze—unsure what to say.
When Hanson saw that Brian was already glaring at him, he wore a light smile on his face and said to
Molly, "I'm gonna get a drink." He stood up and left. As he made his way to the bar, he ran into Aaron
and Ximena. When he had already walked past them, he stopped in his tracks, frowned, and looked
back. He didn't remove his sight until Aaron and Ximena was already sitting down opposite to Brian. At
that moment, a waiter who was carrying a tray of glasses of wine was passing by. He leaned over and
grabbed a glass of wine for himself. As he was sipping, he mumbled to himself, "Why does she look so
familiar?"
Then he thought for a while, but still he could not remember when he had met her before. Finally he
could do nothing but shrug slightly, giving up. With the glass of wine in his hand, he walked around the
wine party. When he met the people who had been together with him at Grand Night Casino in recent
days, they greeted each other.
***
The press was eagerly waiting outside the LW hotel for any possible news. By the roadside just across
the street where the press was waiting was a Spyker SUV parked. The light from the street lamps
reflected unto the SUV shedding off a faint light. It was quite a sight for sore eyes as it had looked so
peaceful.
"Are you sure you can beat Hanson?" the person on the driver's seat asked slowly.
"Hanson was trained by our master. Anything our master knows, he does too," Chester said as he
shuffled a deck of cards with his right hand. Chester was quite skilled at card games. It was all just
child's play to him. "I didn't start playing by cheating. I'd only learned that halfway until eventually our
master stopped teaching me. That's why I haven't met this junior fellow disciple yet. Well, I have, a few
times at our master's birthday but I've never played against him so I don't know if I can win this or not,"
Chester added.
The person on the driver's seat turned around to look at Chester and said coldly, "How can you boast
to me about how good you are in the beginning and now give me a bullshit answer such as that one?"
"Hmm!" Chester's eyes had deepened as he held the deck of cards in his hands. "Don't forget that we
don't owe each other anything. We just said we'd help one another, remember? You use me to get what
you want and I'm going to use you to get Hanson to play with me," he said coldly. Looking at the person
on the driver's seat, he said, "What I hate most is being dictated by anybody else. We are doing no
more than making use of each other. Never take my help for granted!"
Chester snorted as he peeked at his wristwatch. He opened the car door when he saw that it was
nearly time. He angrily got off the car and said, "Go back and tell your boss that not everyone is stupid.
Because if you keep underestimating people, sooner or later, you'll find yourselves on the losing end of
the stick of an idiot. That's all I have for you and don't ever do that again," he warned.
He slammed the door shut. Chester strode towards the hotel with one hand in his pocket and his other
hand holding an invitation. The person at the driver's seat merely sneered at Chester. As soon as
Chester was out of the car, he dialed a number, his voice was calm as he spoke, "Chester just entered
the hotel. I'm afraid we can't control him so better get him out of the picture as soon as possible."
"If he's no use to me then what else is his life worth for?" the voice was cold and harsh as if it had
never spoke of good things before.
As soon as Chester stepped into hotel territory, Aaron was informed right away. While nobody had said
that there was going to be a game, it was almost an unspoken rule in the community. The God of
Gambling had once said that his disciples should never play against each other. He made this a rule so
his disciples shouldn't and wouldn't violate it.
Chester looked around the hotel nonchalantly. Then he picked up a glass of wine from one of the
waiters carrying a tray.
When the man came up to him and asked him to deal with the Grand Night Casino, he had said yes
immediately. He had never had a problem with Brian and he had only agreed because this might be his
only chance to play against Hanson without their master getting involved. One kingdom can't have two
kings. When he had won so much money in the Grand Night Casino in Las Vegas, he made Shane feel
helpless which only led Hanson to understand what his intention really was. So as expected, when he
had come to the Grand Night Casino, a game was scheduled right away.
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