Chapter 11: No Chips

Allen's words made Henry laugh loudly.

"Even a child knows that you can't accurately guess the number of points and that betting at one-half is the safest bet, but you even chose thirteen points straight away. Are you a fool?" Henry stretched out his finger and clicked twice on Allen's chest.

Allen glanced at Henry's fingers, and the guy evoked a sense of disgust.

Mr. Henry, please be polite. If it is thirteen, please apologize to Jerome and me for your rudeness. Allen said to Henry.

Henry's smile disappeared as he pointed his finger at Allen's face and said sinisterly, "You're the first person who dares to make me apologize. Well, I promise that if you lose, I'll use you to train my hounds.

"Yeah." Allen smiled, then raised his hand toward the dealer.

All the people around them came up to look at the dice cup curiously.

'God Bless, 13, 13, 13 ......' Jerome kept praying in his mind for Allen.

As the dice cup opened, two '6 points' and a '1 point' appeared in front of everyone.

"Thirteen points! We won!" Jerome jumped for joy.

Moses looked at the three dice in amazement, and she looked again at Allen, who had a calm expression.

Is it luck? Or are this guy's gambling skills excellent, Moses guessed in his heart?

Unlike the cheering Jerome, Henry's face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

It must be luck; you'll never be this lucky on your next hand! Henry growled towards Allen.

Allen cocked his head and looked at Henry, and said, "That's for the next hand as well, and you'll have to fulfill your promise if you lose this one."

Jerome came over, affectionately wrapped his arm around Allen's shoulders, and said to Henry, "Come on, Henry, don't hold up everyone's time and apologize!" Henry's face reddened as he watched Jerome's smugness.

Jerome knew Henry, and making the guy apologize was worse than killing him, so he was prepared.

Jerome pulled out his cell phone and played a recording.

''You're the first one who dares to make me apologize. I promise you that if you lose, I'll use you to train my hounds.''

Henry's voice came out of his cell phone, which caused his anger to grow.

Come on, Henry, are you going to break your promise? Don't forget our rules. All will despise cheaters and will never be allowed to participate in the party!" Jerome warned Henry. Henry felt great humiliation, but with all eyes on him, he finally bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."

What did you say? I didn't hear you! Henry, why don't you talk as loud as my ninety-year-old grandmother? Jerome flirted as if he hadn't heard.

"I'm sorry! I apologize for my rudeness!" Henry growled loudly.

Jerome finally heard it this time, even as his eardrums ached.

You won't be complacent for long. I'll win back the next hand. Henry glared at Allen and Jerome, then walked to the table to prepare for the second game.

This time, Allen walked to the table with the same twenty-million-dollar check as his chips.

Henry suddenly sneered when he saw the check-in Allen's hand, "Didn't Jerome tell you the party rules? The stakes for the new round must be higher than the previous round."

Allen looked to Jerome, a rule Jerome hadn't told him about.

What puzzled Allen was the equally surprised look on Jerome's face.

"When did that rule come into play? How come I didn't know?" Jerome questioned as he walked up to Henry.

"That was set at the end of our last party ...... Sorry, I forgot. You only lasted until the second round when you lost to me last time and left the game, so I didn't know." Henry scoffed and looked at Jerome like a sly fox looking at a hare.

"Damn, why didn't anyone inform me?" Jerome looked at Moses, but it suddenly occurred to him that Moses hadn't been at the party last time.

Jerome looked to the others and those he gazed at lowered their heads or averted their eyes.

"You..." Jerome was so angry that he couldn't speak. It felt like a betrayal to him.

"Can you come up with another ten million dollars?" Allen asked as he walked over to Jerome.

Jerome shook his head bitterly, "My dad froze all my assets, and I borrowed this twenty million from a friend."

Allen was a bit speechless as he proposed again, "Didn't we just win a lot of stuff? It must have added up to more than twenty million dollars."

Jerome shook his head, "The rule is that items can't be cumulative, that much I know."

Allen frowned, "What idiot came up with that rule?"

Jerome rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Allen breathlessly tapped him on the shoulder, "We have no leverage now! Looks like we'll have to go home."

Just then, Moses, on the side, suddenly took out an oil painting, "I can lend you this painting, which is worth thirty million dollars."

Jerome looked gratefully at Moses.

Allen suddenly froze as he looked at the oil painting in Moses' hand, which was radiating a brilliant golden color.