The other tourists sensibly stopped their bets. They all knew Tony Stark.
That wasn't the point. The point was that watching a bigshot gamble with a poor lackey was much more interesting than watching on the side.
The bodyguard dealt the cards again.
Two minutes later, Tony grew impatient. "Five hundred dollars each time. How long do you want to play?"
He and Luke had basically won the last few rounds, and the number of chips in front of them hadn't changed much.
Luke asked, "Is there a rule that five hundred dollars a bet doesn't qualify?"
Tony was rendered speechless.
Five hundred dollars per bet was considered a lot in Las Vegas. Most tourists would bet less than that.
Tony was rich, but he wasn't rich enough to set the rules of the casino.
Tony said, "That's too slow. Let's be more straightforward. One million each time. "
Luke shook his head. "I don't have that much money."
Tony said, "Then bet all the money you have."
Luke chuckled. "Why should I agree? If I leave now, I can still take away more than twenty thousand dollars. That's half a year's salary. "
Tony thought for a moment and agreed. He decisively added, "One for two. If you bet a hundred thousand, I'll give you two hundred thousand. "
Luke thought for a moment and asked, "But there has to be a limit, right? I'm very busy. I can't play with you for the whole night. After all, you can't lose all your money. "
Everybody cursed inwardly, You're telling a billionaire that you're busy?
But as the saying goes, the poor run their legs, and the rich run their mouths.
How dare this young man say something like that to Tony Stark? What a fool!
Tony's face was dark. What do you mean I can't lose all my money? Are you sure you're going to win?
"Then ten minutes," said Tony.
Luke shook his head again. "Ten minutes? Just the two of us? If your bodyguard deals faster, we can deal five to ten rounds. You want me to bet everything every time. If I lose once, I'll lose everything. Do you think I'm stupid? "
Tony was lost for words again. He had only said it casually because he wanted to deal with Luke as soon as possible. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of this. "Then how do you want to do it?"
Luke said, "A million. Once I win more than one million, this bet will be over. "
This time, Tony thought for a moment. If Luke had tens of thousands of dollars, he would be able to win three to five times in a row. That was indeed much more likely than winning ten times in a row.
"Then it's decided." Tony made the decision. He was too lazy to check how much money a small police officer who had only been working for half a year had.
Luke tossed his credit card on the table and waved at the lobby manager. "Let me clarify that the money on this card is for a one-time bet with Mr. Tony Stark. Take the cards. We'll start first. We'll calculate the amount after the bet is over. How about it? "
The manager didn't agree immediately, but looked at Tony Stark.
This was a bet. Of course, both parties had to agree to it. The hotel was just taking the profits from this kind of bet.
Tony nodded impatiently. "That's it. I'm not afraid of him going back on his word."
The lobby manager bowed slightly, took the credit card, and left.
Then, the bodyguard dealt the cards.
Looking at the king on his card, Luke chuckled inwardly. He put his hands on his face card and seemed to be looking at it, before he simply stood up. "Okay, I win."
As he spoke, he walked to the lobby manager and said, "Transfer all the chips and winnings to my card and bring it over. Also, give me a proof of income, okay?"
The proof had to be provided, because he had won a lot of money this time. If he didn't report it back, Internal Affairs would probably investigate him to death.
"What?" The lobby manager was dumbfounded.
Tony Stark frowned. "What are you doing?"
Luke smiled and pointed at his card. "Your face card isn't an ace, a king, a Q, a J, or a 10, so it's impossible for you to even draw. Take a look at my cards. In any case, you're the one who lost. You can go back on your word if you want. "
Tony was speechless. How much money do you have? Do I have to go back on my word?
He gestured at Happy, the head of the bodyguards. The fat bodyguard walked over and revealed Luke's face card.
An ace!
Blackjack! Double the odds!
The audience exclaimed at the same time. What a coincidence!
It was a slap to Tony Stark's face that Blackjack had appeared in the first bet between a rich guy and a poor guy.
Tony's face was as black as sh * t. He looked at the lobby manager and said, "Check how much money he has on his card."
The lobby manager hurriedly gestured for a security guard to swipe a POS machine, only to be surprised as well.
He didn't say anything and simply gave the POS machine to Happy, the head of the bodyguards.
Happy looked at the number and cursed inwardly, before he gritted his teeth and extended the machine to Tony Stark.
Tony couldn't help but curse when he saw it. "Damn it, where did he get six hundred thousand dollars?"
The onlookers exclaimed again. Very soon, someone calculated how much Luke had won.
Although it was said that Americans weren't good at math, many of the people who came to the Las Vegas casino were good at math. Even the top students from MIT came here to make money.
There weren't many people in the world who were better at math than the top students from MIT.
The onlookers did the math and were both envious and jealous. They had won at least 2.4 million dollars this time!
In fact, Luke had more than 675,000 dollars on his card. Together with the 30,000 dollars on the table, Luke's bet amounted to more than 1.4 million dollars.
Tony had to pay double the amount of money on Blackjack.
That was to say, Luke had won a little more than 2.8 million dollars just now.
Bullshxt！ Tony cursed inwardly. Not in the mood to play anymore, he got up and left.
"Mr. Stark, the bet …" the lobby manager reminded him.
Tony didn't even look at him. He snapped his fingers at the bodyguard who dealt the cards, and the bodyguard immediately went to the lobby manager. "I'll take care of it. Transfer the money over there."
Looking at Luke disappear behind a bunch of slot machines in the distance, Tony was both bummed and dissatisfied. Was this the second time he had been scammed? Was this guy toxic? How could he scam me every time?
Luke was all smiles.
It was so interesting that he was able to swindle a fortune out of Tony Stark.
Money wasn't important. Luke didn't really care about the two million dollars. He had raided the gang nests near USC a few days ago and collected almost half a million dollars in cash in six raids.
He couldn't use the money openly, but he could buy special materials and parts through secret channels, as long as he didn't reveal his identity.
As for winning Tony Stark's money, it was an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Also, nobody would suspect that the two of them were involved in some shady deal since he had won money from Tony Stark.
With Tony's influence, it was impossible for him to use a junior detective.
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