Rise Of The Supreme General

Chapter 558

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“Hahaha!” Marcus burst out laughing, his tone dripping with mockery. He stared at Adam as though looking at a fool. “Do you even hear yourself, boy? She’s mine now. I won her fair and square, in front of witnesses. She’s my property. No one can touch her unless they’re ready to defy the laws of Cosmic Island.”

His words hung in the air like poison. Around them, a few servants and guards smirked, clearly aware that on Cosmic Island, even morality bowed to its strange rules.

Adam’s expression didn’t change. “Since you won her through a gamble,” he said calmly, “then I’ll win her back the same way.”

Marcus blinked. For a moment, silence filled the room before he broke into another mocking laugh. “You? Gamble with me?”

“Don’t do it, Mr. Manchester,” Ese cried out, her voice trembling. She stood behind Adam, clutching the edges of her torn dress. “His gambling skills are terrifying. I lost to him ten times in a row. That’s how I ended up in this mess.”

Adam’s gaze softened slightly when he looked at her, but his voice remained steady. “Then I’ll simply make sure I don’t lose.”

Marcus’s smirk widened. “I like your spirit. But tell me, what are you putting on the line? Surely, you don’t expect me to play for free.”

“How about a billion dollars?” Adam said flatly.

Marcus chuckled. “Money?” He scoffed, leaning back lazily. “The Jago family has vaults of it buried in four nations. Do you think a billion amuses me?”

“Two billion,” Adam raised the stakes without hesitation.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed slightly. He studied Adam, trying to gauge his confidence. “Still not enough.”

“Five billion,” Adam said firmly, his voice like steel.

The change in Marcus was instant. His mocking grin faded, replaced by mild intrigue. “Five billion, huh? You either have deep pockets or a death wish.”

He rubbed his chin, pretending to consider, then leaned forward with a grin. “Fine. But let’s make it interesting.” He gestured toward Ese. “Wait outside. I’ll finish my fun with her first. After that, we can play your little game.”

Adam’s eyes darkened, his hand twitching slightly at his side. Every fiber of his being screamed to crush the man’s skull right there—but he forced himself to stay calm.

“Add another billion,” Adam said, his tone sharp as a blade. “Six billion total. But we gamble now.”

The room fell silent. Even Marcus looked taken aback for a split second before grinning. “Heh. You really are eager to die broke.”

He waved dismissively. “Fine. I’ll play your game. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Ese quickly wrapped herself in a coat and followed them out, still trembling. The shame in her eyes burned deeper than any wound.

The corridor outside was alive with sound—the pulse of music, the clatter of chips, laughter that reeked of arrogance and alcohol. The entertainment deck of the ship stretched out in a dizzying panorama of luxury. Gold-framed chandeliers glimmered above rows of velvet tables. Dealers in white gloves managed games of chance with mechanical grace, their movements so fluid it looked like theater.

Everywhere Adam looked, money was being burned for sport. Roulette wheels spun. Cards flipped. Dice rolled. And men with fortunes at their fingertips chased thrills worth millions.

Marcus gestured toward the nearest gaming table with a smirk. “Pick your poison, stranger. Let’s see if you can even last one round against me.”

Adam glanced across the table, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I only need one round.”