All Chapters of BIG BOSS, We Beg You!: Chapter 811
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811-Rizon
Dixon gave a small smile. "Rizon," he said slowly. "Long time no see. How is your master?"Rizon lowered his head and smiled shyly. "Master is still the same as before. His temper has not changed. He always gets angry when he loses and still insists that he never truly lost. But I know that this time I must restore his honor. I came to win everything back."Dixon looked at the young man, observing the calm and confident way Rizon spoke. It was hard to believe that this polite young man had once defeated the legendary God of Gambling, his own master."You already know what happened back then," Dixon said flatly. "They destroyed your master. Now that you have mastered everything he taught you, it is time for revenge. Show me your skills."Will looked at him with shining eyes. "Yes, Mr. Dixon. I will not embarrass my master or you."Dixon nodded in satisfaction. "Rest. Tomorrow, you will crush them one by one."Witan grinned, then wrapped an arm around Rizon and pulled him out of the
812-Won Again!
"I thought this would work. How about we try this one?" said Rizon after a brief silence, then pointed toward the gambling table. "It seems this game is quite popular." The casino attendant smiled slyly to himself. He had heard rumors that Dixon came today bringing an “expert” to help him recover from the huge loss he suffered yesterday. And the person called an expert was the young man named Rizon Reilly. However, from his appearance and behavior, Rizon looked like a complete beginner with no experience at all. Did they really expect to cover a fifty million dollar loss by relying on this young man? What a foolish dream! "You’ll lose every cent you brought today," the attendant muttered with a wicked grin. As soon as Rizon chose a table, the attendant whispered something to the dealer. Not long after, Dixon and his companions were seated, ready to play. In the first round, Rizon won. Dixon laughed with satisfaction as hundreds of thousands of chips piled up in front of hi
813-The Elite Game Room
It was as if the Goddess of Luck herself had sat sweetly on Dixon’s lap that night. Rizon continued the game with a calm expression, while Dixon threw his chips without hesitation, and Witan busied himself provoking the opponents around them. Round after round passed, and even after facing three different waves of challengers, they still maintained their winning streak! In the end, no one dared to challenge them anymore. Some new players, now pale-faced, realized they had been deceived from the start. Rizon was not a beginner. He was a gambling genius who deliberately sacrificed the first few rounds to trick his opponents into lowering their guard and baiting them into placing massive bets. Now, everything had turned in their favor. "We won! We won again!" shouted Witan, slamming the table hard. "Is there anyone brave enough to play? Where are you? Have you all gone broke? Losing a few million and already giving up? That much money isn’t even enough to buy candy!" His loud
814-They were Cheating
Four middle-aged men sat around a round table in the exclusive game room.They all looked about fifty years old, with experienced faces and eyes filled with arrogance.When Dixon and Rizon stepped inside, the four of them looked at them with scornful expressions, as if the two newcomers were nothing more than a small disturbance in their expensive evening."Is this all you’ve prepared? Four old grandpas?" said Dixon in a flat yet sharp tone. "I thought I came here to gamble, not to attend a funeral."His voice was loud, harsh, and cutting. Instantly, the calm expressions on the four men’s faces turned tense and grim.These men were known as gambling legends in the region, figures feared even by major dealers.No one had ever dared to speak to them in such a manner. But tonight, a young man had humiliated them publicly."You brat…" one of them began, but Dixon turned indifferently and cut him off. "Just replace them. I don’t want to waste my time with old men who are already halfway to
815-....for Your Funeral Expenses?
Rizon glanced at the old men across the table. They chuckled softly, as if enjoying his misfortune. Then he looked at Dixon with a hesitant expression, pretending to be caught in a difficult dilemma. His expression did not escape the attention of Morrison and his group. They were convinced that Rizon was cornered and about to give up. But Dixon remained calm. He continued eating his snack with a faint smile. “Don’t hesitate,” he said casually. “Just call.” Without thinking twice, Witan pushed all his chips to the center of the table. The pot now swelled to five hundred million dollars! Even Morrison held his breath, trying to suppress the joy that was about to burst from his chest. The four old men exchanged looks, their gazes cold and filled with hidden intent. “The young man... he’s still green! Too young to fight us! Hahaha!” The game had been arranged perfectly—a performance so well-planned that even Morrison and his companions almost couldn’t believe it. They had w
816-Their Imagine...
“You cheated! Mr. Morrison, you can’t just let them walk away like that!” The four old men stood up at once. Their eyes were sharp, filled with anger and humiliation. They could accept defeat, but not the loss of their dignity. From the very beginning, they had no intention of letting Dixon and his team leave with the winning money. “Gentlemen,” Morrison said with a cold smile, his voice dripping with hatred, “in this casino, everyone is free to play. But every player must know their limits.” They had planned the trap perfectly, expecting Dixon and Witan to fall that night. But the outcome turned completely against them, their plan collapsing in disgrace. If word of this spread, those four old men and Morrison’s casino would become a laughingstock across the nation. “How dare you cause trouble in my place!” Morrison growled, pressing the walkie-talkie on his collar. “Do you know what happens to people who try to cheat here?” His cold voice echoed through the room. “Get up
817-They WON
Meanwhile, on the second floor. Morrison’s legs were trembling. His breath came in sharp gasps under Witan’s iron grip, the man’s hand tightening around his neck like steel. Dozens of armed men surrounded Dixon and his team, forming a solid ring. “Mr. Morrison,” Dixon’s voice was calm, yet every word carried weight, pressing down the air in the room. “A moment ago, you said everyone must follow the rules. So now, will you admit your defeat?” Morrison opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Witan gave him a cold, warning look. “Think twice before you speak, Mr. Morrison,” he said icily. “You only get one chance.” His grip tightened. Morrison’s face turned red, his eyes widening as he struggled for air. The pain and pressure made him feel as if his life was slipping away with every second. “I... I admit it... we lost!” Morrison finally forced the words out through clenched teeth. His hateful gaze locked on Dixon, as if marking him for death. All his life, n
818-Tandaliz
While the other high rollers were still counting their losses, one undeniable fact spread quickly throughout Shangya. Dixon and his team had taken more than 1.8 billion dollars. It was a sum large enough to wound the financial heart of the Sekte V. By dawn, Shangya was guaranteed to shake. And the name Rizon, the young disciple Dixon had put his faith in, would echo at every gambling table, making even veteran gamblers too afraid to lift their heads. In a hidden clubhouse in the city of Dalington... Dixon, Witan, and Rizon were enjoying a relaxing massage. The scent of warm oils mixed with herbs filled the air. Three therapists worked diligently while Witan lay on his back, a satisfied look on his face. “This feels amazing,” Witan murmured, his eyes half-closed. “When the body relaxes, the mind follows.” He took a deep breath, releasing all the weight that had built up in his chest. He had spent too long dealing with political schemes and business intrigues—things that
819-He's Die!
"What are you waiting for?!" Tandaliz shouted explosively. "Follow me now!" "We cannot let the other leaders beat us to it. I told you, Dixon must die by Sapi's hand!" Sect V was now like a snake eating its own tail. Various sub-sects had split apart and their leaders kept undermining each other. Each one was thirsty for power, and none of them cared about Semas, their great leader, who was losing control. Everyone was after the top chair. Tandaliz knew that whoever killed Dixon Edric and avenged the insult to Sect V would gain enormous prestige. It was a ticket to the top. Without thinking twice, almost one hundred members of his sub-sect moved at once. They marched toward the public baths in Dalington, where Dixon was last seen. Rage burned in their chests. For these fanatical followers, failing to kill Dixon would stain the Sect’s name for life. *** Meanwhile, inside the same public bath, Dixon lay relaxed on a stone seat, his eyes half closed. Hot steam filled th
820-Dixon Edric?
They stood facing each other in the middle of the bath, which was now a wreck. Tandaliz was much taller and bigger than Dixon. His muscles were layered, built by years of hard training in Sect V. But size was not everything. Tandaliz raised his fist high and struck toward Dixon’s back. His hand suddenly stopped in midair. In an instant Dixon turned slowly, his grip clamping onto Tandaliz’s arm like iron crushing bone. “Do I belong to you?” Dixon’s voice was flat, almost emotionless. Yet its tremor made Tandaliz’s chest shudder as if struck by lightning. Before Tandaliz could react, there was a sickening crack! Dixon pressed harder, and Tandaliz’s arm bone snapped instantly. Tandaliz’s face went pale. He had trained in martial arts for more than ten years. His body should not have broken so easily. But in Dixon’s hands he was like a dry twig crushed by a god of war. Before he could scream, a heavy kick landed in his stomach. Tandaliz’s body rose off the ground, flew te