"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

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

“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

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

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