"Twenty … twenty million!"
The demon boss' voice was a little stuttered. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to lose, but to be able to win twenty million just by playing dice, and to hit the mark of eighteen at that, wasn't this a little too unreasonable.
His gaze landed on Phyllis in a flash, sweeping over her like a vicious wolf's gaze. A young elf who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. Her strength was low, and there was no way she could see through the dice cup.
However, eighteen wasn't something that could be guessed so easily. To have guessed correctly on the first round, and even bet a million, as an old hand, he clearly knew the tricks and tricks hidden here.
Daring to play games in his place, they really didn't take him, Beacher, seriously.
"She's the one who brought the gambling coupon?" Beacher's voice was cold as he asked the demon who'd just delivered the news.
The few demons who'd followed Beacher out had already spread out and surrounded Phyllis, their expressions a little unfriendly.
"You … what do you want to do?" Phyllis said a little frantically, her gaze instinctively looking outside.
"I brought the coupon, and the elf is also mine, is there a problem?" Just then, a cold voice rang out. Irina walked forward and looked at Beacher with a somewhat mocking smile. "What, thinking of reneging on your debt?"
"Someone's causing trouble?" Quite a few gamblers looked over curiously when they heard the voice. They weren't the least bit afraid of things blowing up.
The two demons blocking in front of Beacher stepped aside, clenching their fists and looking at Irina with unfriendly expressions. They were in charge of holding down the fort, and if anyone dared to cause trouble, they'd teach them a lesson with their iron fists.
Beacher turned around and couldn't help but start when his gaze landed on Irina. What a beautiful elf, but what made him even more surprised was that this elf looked vaguely familiar, as if he'd seen her somewhere before, but he just couldn't recall where at the moment.
However, Beacher was certain that this elf wasn't on the same level as the little elf over there. He immediately revealed a smile and said, "This guest must be joking. Our gambling house values integrity the most, how could we renege on our debt? However, this wager is a little large, and as the boss, I must also conduct a simple verification. After I've confirmed, I'll hand over the wager in full to you."
Gambling houses relied on enough integrity to operate, and if this signboard fell, then there would be no gamblers coming to gamble in the future.
"The gambling coupon is your casino's, the table and dice are also yours, what more is there to verify? Verify whose fist is harder? "Irina glanced at her delicately manicured fingernails and said with some mockery.
Irritation flashed through Beacher's't.. This way, this way, but he still smiled as he said, "This way, please, let's go to the VIP area to talk in detail."
"I still have a lot of gambling houses to collect money from. Either you give me the money now, or you give me the money after I tear down your gambling house." Irina casually picked up a chair, and one of its legs dragged on the ground as she walked toward Birqi.
A hint of joy flashed through Beacher's eyes. He had originally been thinking about how to resolve this matter, but he hadn't expected the other party to start stirring up trouble first. He immediately said seriously, "It looks like this guest isn't here to exchange for gambling capital, but to cause trouble. Since that's the case, in order to ensure the rights and interests of the other guests, I can only …"
"Bang! .. . Beacher!
Beacher hadn't even finished speaking when the demon bodyguards beside him were all swatted away like flies, including two seventh-grade demons.
Beacher gulped as he looked at the new holes in the ceiling of the casino. He retracted his gaze, and that beautiful face appeared before him, along with that chair that was on the verge of falling apart.
"Irina!"
Beacher's meridians were instantly cleared, and a name subconsciously popped up in his mind.
Thud.
Beacher's legs went soft, and he knelt directly in front of Irina, shouting at the same time, "Princess, spare me! Money, I — "
... Bam!
With a crisp sound, the chair fell apart into sawdust that filled the air.
Beacher was also sent flying with the sound, embedding himself in the wall on the other side of the casino.
The gamblers were dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on. How had the casino's boss been sent flying with a slap? What was this elf's background? Was she so unreasonable?
"Eh? What did he just say? "Irina asked.
"He … I think he said he'd pay." Phyllis whispered, glancing at Beacher a little pitifully.
"What an unexpected lack of backbone." Irina casually tossed away the remaining half of the wooden stick in her hand, then looked at Beacher, who was hanging on the wall with half a swollen face and an aggrieved expression, and said, "Be more straightforward next time."
Beacher had been plucked from the wall. He covered his swollen face and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry … hurry and give the money to the princess, hurry!"
Very quickly, Beacher respectfully presented a banknote worth one hundred and twenty million copper coins with both hands.
Irina took the banknote and casually glanced at it, then looked at Beacher with a smile and said, "The chair's not bad."
With that, Irina led Irina away.
The crowd of gamblers quietly watched her leave, and only when she disappeared through the door did they gradually become restless.
"Boss, who … who is she?" The demon who reported the news earlier asked in a daze as he covered the half of his face that had lost a few teeth.
"Who else could it be? That's Princess Irina, you dumb c * nt!" Beacher kicked that demon to the ground and covered his face with his hands. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
What could he do? He was also in despair. Anyone who met her would be terrified.
"Princess Irina!"
Everyone was enlightened and surprised. Indeed, no one dared to provoke that legendary big sister. What surprised them was that she actually bet on that culinary duel.
Very soon, the news of Princess Irina massacring the top 10 gambling dens in Chaos City spread all over Chaos City.
However, the top 10 gambling dens quickly came out personally to clarify the matter. They denied the fact that they were massacred, and congratulated Irina for winning the grand prize.
Therefore, Chaos City soon knew that Irina had won 800 million by betting on the culinary duel between the boss of Mamy's and the Invincible God of Cookery, Harris.
"You're the real business prodigy." Meg glanced at Amy, who was happily helping to count the banknotes, and praised Irina, who was sitting at the side eating her pizza elegantly.
He also knew that the 300 million was taken from the Demon Islands' Ten Kings Palace.
"Of course. After all, I'm an elf who can earn 100 million just by letting vampires eat grass." Irina said matter-of-factly. She pondered for a while, and then said, "Now that he has become a progenitor, if he performs again, the ticket price will increase by 10 times. Won't the venue be packed to the brim?"
"Probably." Meg nodded with a weird expression. He sighed silently for that progenitor of vampires who had just become a progenitor.
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