Chapter 1861 - 379: Stop Playing It

Crystal's hands on her knees tightened.

Eric had already begun to explain the rules of the game, "Whoever loses will get hit by a stick."

Eric looked at a model in armor in the corner of the hall, holding an iron rod in his hand, which was really made of iron.

It could be imagined how painful it would be to be hit by that.

They played blackjack and had two chances to add cards. They could choose to add or not. Points would be deducted if they exceeded 21 points.

(For example, if it were 23 points, only 2 points would remain, and so on.)

The servant quickly returned with the iron rod.

The whole rod was thick, with black lacquer and exquisite workmanship.

Eric took the rod and weighed it in his hand, "Master Davis must have been beaten a lot when you were a child?"

"I don't mind helping you recall the taste of childhood."

Nathan stared at Eric fiercely like a wolf, "It depends on whether you have good enough luck or not."

"My gambling luck has always been good, I am always God's favorite." Eric smiled and began to deal cards.

Sure enough, after only two cards, Eric had taken a Q of Spades and a 9 of Hearts, which added up to 21 points.

He didn't need to add more cards, and he had already won.

"Darling, look at my cards, do you think it's good or not?" Eric put his arm around Crystal' waist and let her look at his cards.

Crystal's heart immediately became cold... It would be a draw unless Nathan also got 21 points; otherwise, he would be beaten. 

Nathan had got 4 and 7, which was 11 points in total.

Eric directly put the blackjack out, "You still have one chance to get a card."

Nathan then took another card, which was J.

It added up to 22 points.

Eric shook his head and laughed, "You are only 'one point' away to draw with me. It's a pity that you have 'one point' more."

Nathan's eyes were dark and terrifying.

There was thunder appearing in time outside the window!!

"Master Davis, it's time to get punished." Eric picked up the rob and waved it in his hand. 

When Nathan stood up, the servant immediately took a super thick cushion and put it at his feet.

He knelt down on one leg and supported the ground with his hand, which was the same posture when Davis got punished.

Crystal turned her face away.

Then she only heard a heavy voice, Eric had used great strength to hit his hips.

Crystal pinched her fingers tightly. If she shouted to stop at this time, it would definitely give Nathan unnecessary expectations.

She had already given him too much expectation, and every time after she had given him hope, she would have pushed him into hell again.

Eric put down the rod and felt it was not enough, "Next round."

Nathan stood up coldly and returned to his seat.

Obviously, this hit wasn't a big deal for him, he could still sit there without changing his face.

Mabel looked at him with a nervous and worried look, "Nate, are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

"..."

In the second round, Eric took 3 of Hearts, 9 of Spades, and 9 of Clubs.

He did actually get full points so easily again.

Eric couldn't help but say with a big smile, "Darling, I am so lucky today, right?"

The second hit.

Eric hit towards the position where Nathan had just been beaten, it was another fierce hit!

Crystal still didn't have the courage to look, her lower lip had been bitten pale by her. If she had to sit here like this, watching Nathan lose and listening to him being beaten, she couldn't make it. She couldn't help at all!

Her heartache was so painful as if a knife were stabbing, because of which she could hardly breathe.

Eric was about to deal in the third round... 

Crystal said coldly, "Wait, I'll deal the cards." Eric stared at Crystal with a smirk, "Oh, darling? Are you also interested in gambling?" 

Crystal coldly took over the cards in his hand. How could he have so much good luck? She strongly suspected that he had cheated.

She had clearly kept an eye on his every move when he dealt the cards, but she couldn't find any flaw.

Or was it because Eric had cheated when shuffling the cards?

"I'll deal the cards, it's fairer!" Crystal said stubbornly.

Eric smiled like a wolf and said cunningly, "If you kiss me, I will let you join…."

Crystal wanted to slap Eric in the face, but after a while, she endured it.

She gave Eric a quick kiss on the right cheek.

Eric looked at Nathan defiantly and asked Crystal, "Honey, you kissed me so fast. Are you shy?"

"Eric, keep your cool." Crystal reminded him. Eric took her hand and kissed her on the back of her hand.

"This card is very sharp, you should be careful not to cut your hand when shuffling."

This deck of cards was really hard, not thick at all, with thin edges. It was very easy to cut the hand.

Crystal shuffled the cards over and over again, still shuffling the cards after more than a dozen times.

Eric looked at Crystal with glowing eyes.

How could he not know what was on her mind? 

Nathan was hit twice just now, and Crystal was distressed.

Crystal was too heavy-hearted to look at Nathan's eyes.

She dealt a card to each of them.

"One more!"

"One more!"

Nathan and Eric said at the same time.

Crystal gave them each.

Nathan got a 4 and a 7.

Mabel was almost immediately disheartened, staring anxiously at Nathan and wanting to take his place.

Nathan threw his cards on the table. It was a total of 11. Crystal froze.

Nathan got up, ready to be tortured.

Eric slowly put down his cards, two A and a 2.

That was a total of 4.

"Honey," Eric said, staring at Crystal curiously, "I wonder how you do it?"

She was able to get him to hold the smallest card in history.

Mabel laughed almost immediately but was quick to remain polite.

"Mr. Bush's cards are very funny." Crystal breathed a little relief that Eric finally capsized.

Nathan raised the corners of his mouth coldly and took the stick from the servant.

Eric walked leisurely to the big mat and knelt down on one leg.

Nathan took a hard-swinging with a strong stick, and Eric shivered. He quickly got up and calmly returned to Crystal, and sat down.

Crystal frowned. She just looked at the stick, and it hurt. She could imagine how much Eric was in pain.

Of course, those two sticks Eric gave Nathan weren't nice either.

It was just that Crystal didn't dare watch the scene.

"Honey, you look happy, huh?" Eric suddenly put his lip closer and bit her ear. "Are you so glad to see me getting hit?"

Crystal elbowed him away, her figure distant.

But Eric's hand was around her waist, and he wouldn't let her go.

"Keep shuffling." Eric didn't seem to mind that Crystal's shuffle had taken away his luck. Crystal shuffled and dealt again.

Mabel saw Nathan take first a Spade Q, then Diamond 9.

It was blackjack, which meant it was a sure thing that Nathan wouldn't lose.

Crystal glanced out of the corner of her eye at Eric's card. It was over blackjack, and after deducting, Eric had three points left.

It seemed that the tables were turned.

Now it was Nathan's lucky time.

Eric took off his coat and got punished. He got a strong blow.

Next, Eric was hit with 8 more sticks, a total of 10.

Nathan had seven sticks.

Both men were ruthless, as if they were going to beat each other to death.

Eric's initial ease was gone, his forehead was sweaty, and he was no longer sitting on the sofa. It seemed that his buttocks were severely hurt.

Mabel asked for so many soft pillows for Nathan so that he could sit.

Two men were crazily angry.

Crystal was holding a playing card and felt that Eric was in luck because Nathan had already lost three games in a row, that was, he had been hit three times in a row.

"Do you still want to play? It's getting late. Let's go and have a rest. "

Eric said calmly, "Of course. Nathan, what do you say?"

Nathan answered in his cold voice, "Anytime."

The two men were now at loggerheads. They wouldn't stop until they beat one of them down.

"How childish you are!" Crystal shouted, "stop playing it."