Chapter 203 Dug a hole and buried himself.

Chapter 203 Dug a hole and buried himself.

Randy had utmost confidence in his gambling skills. How could William possibly win when Randy himself was shuffling and dealing the cards?

Randy asked, "Do you want to cut the deck?"

William responded with a slight smile, "No need. Once you've shuffled, deal them directly."

Not cutting the deck?

That's even more outrageous!

With this move, wouldn't every card dealt be entirely under Randy's control?

Randy even started to suspect whether William was deliberately courting death, perhaps seeking an end to his life through this gamble.

Randy quickly dealt the cards – two hole cards for each player and five community cards. The hand Randy dealt for himself was a Royal Flush, identical to the one in the previous round.

David sneered continuously from the side. He originally just wanted William to lose some money, and when William was broke, he would be at his mercy. Cutting off both of William's hands was also acceptable. But with William acting so recklessly and trying to sow discord between him and Randy, such a person truly deserved whatever was coming.

Upon receiving his hole cards, William instantly revealed them. Combined with the five community cards, the best hand he could form was a pair of Aces.

Randy burst out laughing, "You've brought this upon yourself. I genuinely wonder where you got the courage to gamble your life with me."

As he spoke, the hefty man standing by William was already preparing to apprehend him.

Without even a glance, Randy flipped his hole cards onto the table, addressing the burly man, "This guy has some integrity. Make it quick for him, don't torture him too much."

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Apart from Randy, everyone's eyes were glued to the cards Randy had tossed onto the table. Even the muscular man behind William held back.

Sensing the odd atmosphere, Randy glanced at the cards he'd thrown, his eyes widening in disbelief and his mouth agape.

How is this possible?

He dealt the cards himself. How could he have made a mistake?

Why didn't he even have a pair?

It was supposed to be a Royal Flush!

William's hole cards were correct. But how could his own cards change?

Throughout the game, William hadn't even touched the cards he dealt!

How could they have changed?

"You... How did you manage that?" Randy felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, his whole body trembling.

If the cards William revealed had changed, that might be explainable. But the alteration of his own hole cards was beyond eerie.

William chuckled, "I didn't do anything. You dealt the cards. I didn't cut the deck, and I never touched your cards. Perhaps I was just lucky."

Was it just due to good luck?

Randy's face twitched in anger. With a forceful motion, he slapped himself hard and then stared intently at William, saying, "Young man, you've got some serious skills. I'm impressed!"

Turning his gaze to David, he coldly remarked, "David, are you satisfied now?"

David still hadn't recovered from his shock. He simply couldn't fathom how William had won.

"Randy, he must've cheated!" At a loss for an explanation, David's only thought now was how to get rid of William.

Randy's expression turned even colder. William had surely cheated, but at such a sophisticated level that even he couldn't discern how.

As the owner of a casino, having someone cheat right in front of him without even moving, changing his hole cards from across a five-meter-long table, how could he not be impressed by such a tactic?

"David! Do you think I haven't been embarrassed enough? Do you want to personally slap me in the face?" Randy coldly stated, "Whatever you wish to do in the future, come and discuss it openly. I'll be ready anytime!"

After finishing his sentence, he grunted heavily and then walked over to William. After a brief pause, he said, "William, if you're interested, you can come work for me. No matter how much David pays you, I'll give you five times more!"

Does he really have to sit back and let David try to harm him?

Poaching an ally right in front of David and tearing away the facade – there's nothing left to hide now.

William responded with a faint smile and sincerely said, "I'll consider it." n--OvelB1n

Randy nodded, took out a business card, and handed it to William, also saying with a smile, "I genuinely hope you think it over. There's no future in sticking with David. If you work with me, I guarantee you a life of prosperity and wealth."

William took the business card, glanced at it, and nodded, "I'll consider it. Or give me a chip now, and I won't help him."

Randy was taken aback, "A chip? What do you mean?"

William chuckled, "Exactly as it sounds."

"Seriously?" A sharp glint flashed in Randy's eyes. If the Rogers family had an expert like William on their side, it would undoubtedly be troublesome for him, especially now that he had completely fallen out with David.

If William refused to assist him, Randy's only move would likely be to make William disappear and then focus on taking down the Rogers family.

But now, with William expressing interest in joining him and making such a proposal...

Without a gambling expert like William, how could the Rogers family compete with him, Randy?

Simply having William not aid either side would already be a boon for Randy.

"I'm not too fond of him at the moment. I wouldn't mind being friends with you," William said with a smile. Randy might have been slapped in the face metaphorically, but he's a man who honors his bets.

Randy cast a disdainful glance at David, saying, "This sneaky little man always enjoys backstabbing. Being with him is truly pointless. William, you have skills and guts; I'd be glad to call you a friend. If the Rogers family ever troubles you, just let me know, and I'll handle it."

At this, Randy threateningly said to David, "David, now William is my friend. If you harm a single hair on his head, I guarantee the Rogers family will have no place in Las Vegas!"

David's heart was roaring with anger; he felt like he was on the brink of a heart attack.

Damn it, why did he invite William to the VIP room to gamble?

Wasn't the whole idea to leverage Randy's influence to deal with William?

To let Randy teach William a lesson!

But now, inexplicably, he had dragged himself into the mix, implicating his own family and their business ventures in Las Vegas.

Had he unwittingly dug a pit for himself, jumped into it, and then buried himself?

The Rogers family had merely set up a few finance companies in Las Vegas, relying on their connections with Anthony Carter. Even David's father didn't have much clout here. Hence, they had been trying to invest in a casino and find new backing. Now, however, they had completely offended Randy!

To add insult to injury, Randy and William had somehow become friends?

David's mind was a mess. He wasn't sure if his father would kill him when he got home. But one thing was certain: he'd better stay away from the casinos in Las Vegas in the future, or there'd surely be dire consequences.

After exchanging pleasantries with Randy, William excused himself. Randy, with genuine concern, asked if he had purchased a plane ticket and even warmly invited him to stay for dinner. However, William graciously declined.

The two exchanged WhatsApp contacts. After taking the chips Randy had given him, William said his goodbyes.

As for the chips he'd won at the casino, he handed them directly to Randy, asking him to convert them and transfer the amount to him in a couple of days since he didn't have a bank card at the moment.

David didn't even have a chance to explain himself and left the casino dejectedly. He even feared that Randy might take him out halfway, so he hurriedly drove away.