Chapter 14: You’ve got an infection down here

When Jerome heard Henry's invitation to a betting match, he hesitated. He knew he wasn't fortunate and would probably lose if he bet with him.

Jerome looked at Allen, and Allen's face looked a little uncomfortable. He wanted Jerome to refuse because he knew Henry would block him from giving Jerome any information once the betting started.

"Could it be that you're scared? What if I bet all my shares in my father's group and everything you've lost? Henry raised the stakes, and Jerome's expression became hesitant.

Allen frowned at the expression on Jerome's face. The guy was heartbroken.

Jerome stood still momentarily in thought, then suddenly turned toward Allen.

At Allen's puzzled look, Jerome took his hand and said thoughtfully, "Man, those things are important to me, so if Lady Luck favors you, then lend me a little bit of luck!"

Allen tried to pull his hand out, but the guy's grip was too tight.

'Where did I get the luck that I'd gouge my eyes out and put them in for you?' Allen spats frantically in his mind. His relationship with Jerome wasn't good enough for that.

Jerome took Allen's hand to his mouth and kissed it, and a wave of nausea went through Allen, especially Moses, who looked at them a little off.

"Asshole! Let go!" Allen wrenched Jerome's hand away with all his might and wiped it hard on his shirt.

"Thanks, man, for the good luck." Jerome turned toward Henry.

"Come on, Henry, what do you want to compete in?" Jerome exclaimed, full of confidence at this point.

"Let's compare it to something simple, just whoever draws the biggest number of poker points." Moses suddenly spoke up. She was afraid it was too complicated for Jerome's brain to play.

"Good! Let's compare this!" Henry nodded in agreement.

To prevent anyone from cheating, many people tested the deck of playing cards to ensure their quality, and then they were placed on the table in neat rows.

"I'll go first." Henry walked over to the card table, took a deep breath, and drew the King of Diamonds card.

The card made Jerome's face tense. He could not win the game unless he drew a ghost card!

"Come on, Jerome. Let's see how you can beat me!" Henry revealed a hideous smile. At this moment, he was like a losing gambler, ready to take out his last capital and let go.

Jerome took a deep breath and walked over to the table. Henry was putting a lot of pressure on him, making him hesitate to pick up his hand.

Allen saw the location of the ghost card through his perspective, and badly, Jerome seemed ready to move toward a 2 of hearts.

'How should I help him?' Allen thought to himself as he suddenly saw Jerome's hair and had an idea.

'Let's hope you can read the hints that Lady Luck is giving you.' Allen prayed in his heart, then manipulated one of Jerome's hairs and started pulling.

Jerome, who was about to choose a card, suddenly felt a stinging pain coming from his head. He reached up to scratch it, but his hand left his scalp, still hesitating on the two hearts.

Suddenly, Jerome felt an itch on his head and scratched his scalp again but remained undeterred by the two hearts.

''This stupid bastard, can't he read my hints?'' A little angry, Allen pulled Jerome's hair for the third time, but the guy still didn't respond.

Knowing that Jerome's hand was about to touch the two hearts, Allen got anxious and decided to play hard. His eyes caught sight of the shaggy balls through Jerome's pants.

'This is the one. I feel a hint from Lady Luck.' Jerome's heart was beating fast, and just as his hand had touched the card, a sharp pain came from his crotch.

"Damn, my testicles, that hurts." Jerome covered his crotch and fell to his knees.

Allen stood to the side and spat, "Have you had so many sperm donations that you're inflamed down there?"

"FUCK! I would only shoot my sperm into a warm bowel, not a cold test tube!" Jerome retorted to Allen, but miraculously, his testicles suddenly stopped hurting.

"Could I be too nervous?" Henry prodded disgruntledly, just as Jerome speculated.

"How long are you going to wait? Are you going to wait for Lady Luck to ride on your head?" Henry's tirade suddenly inspired Jerome.

'Could all this be a hint from Lady Luck?' Jerome tried to put his hand on a card, and sure enough, his testicles started to hurt again, but as soon as he took his hand away from the card, the pain immediately disappeared.

'Thanks to Lady Luck for the hint, but it fucking hurts!' Jerome clenched his legs and forced himself to endure the pain as his fingers skimmed over one card after another until the moment he touched a particular card, his testicles finally stopped hurting.