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Chapter 406
Rell, the scavenger girl, gripped her sharp knives. Her bright green eyes darted toward the dark corners of the room. She was looking at the tall, faceless guards waiting in the shadows. The guards held crackling blue energy spears. If Evan called the bet and lost, those spears would go right through his heart. "Fold the cards, Sunshine," Marco begged softly. "Please. We can find another way to fight them. Just stay alive."Evan did not look back at his friends. He sat perfectly still in his heavy leather chair. The amber light shined on his white hair. He looked at the massive mountain of black chips in the center of the table. He looked at Jax’s triumphant, evil smile. Evan did not feel fear. His heart was not beating fast. His hands were not shaking. He reached out his bruised, bare arms. He placed his hands around his own pile of black obsidian chips. He had billions of years of life in his stack, too. Slowly, calmly, and completely without hesitation, Evan pushed his entire s
Chapter 405
The VIP underground poker room was buried deep beneath the loud, neon-lit streets of the Mid-Levels. It was a place where the sun never shined. It was a place where only the richest, most dangerous people in the world were allowed to go. Right now, the room was perfectly, completely silent. Nobody spoke. Nobody even dared to breathe too loudly. The only light in the large room came from a beautiful, heavy crystal chandelier hanging directly over the center of the green velvet poker table. The light was a deep, rich amber color. It looked like dark, melted honey. The amber light cast long, scary shadows across the faces of the people standing around the room. Dozens of elite syndicate brokers, wealthy merchants, and ruthless gang bosses stood in the shadows. They wore expensive suits made of glowing silk. They wore heavy gold necklaces. But their faces were pale with shock. They were watching a battle that was going to change the history of the city forever. At the center of the g
Chapter 404
The silence in the amber-lit room suddenly felt very different. The syndicate brokers stopped whispering. The woman with the cybernetic red eyes frowned. The man with the gold-plated jaw leaned forward, looking confused. Why was the boy smiling? The boy was dead. The boy had lost. You do not smile when you are about to turn into a pile of ash. Jax saw the smile. Jax’s confident, arrogant face suddenly twitched. His cigar stopped moving. The smoke drifted lazily from his lips. "What are you smiling at, you little freak?" Jax growled. His robotic voice box sounded suddenly defensive. It lost its smooth, lazy tone. Evan did not answer the question. He did not yell. He did not brag. Evan slowly leaned forward in his heavy leather chair. He rested his elbows on the green velvet table. He looked right past the glowing mountain of black obsidian chips. He looked straight into Jax’s soul. "You think you know how the world works, Jax," Evan said. His voice was soft, but it carried perf
Chapter 403
"Listen to your old friend, Evan," Jax mocked him gently. "He knows the truth. It is time to surrender. Push your chips forward. Call my bet. Show me your garbage cards, and let the guards do their job. I want to go home and count my new money."Jax leaned back in his chair again. He crossed his arms. He puffed his cigar. He was the absolute master of the room. He had won. Across the wide, green velvet table, Evan Kennedy sat in his heavy leather chair. The thick gray cigar smoke drifted over his face. The amber light from the chandelier shined down on his messy, pure white hair. He heard the cruel laughter of the syndicate brokers. He heard the terrible, painful sobs of his best friends standing behind him. He heard Jax’s arrogant, evil monologue. Evan looked down at the table. He looked at the massive mountain of black chips that Jax had pushed into the center. He looked at Jax’s cards. The King of Spades. The King of Clubs. Then, Evan slowly turned his eyes to his own two card
Chapter 402
In almost any normal game of poker, Kings full of Tens was an unbeatable, guaranteed winner. "Read them and weep, boy!" Jax shouted, pointing a thick metal finger at his cards. "Kings full of Tens! I have the perfect hand! You are completely dead!"Jax had pushed the tension to a breaking point. He had revealed his dominant hand early just to watch the hope die in Evan’s eyes. He wanted Evan to look at the cards, realize he was beaten, and beg for mercy. He wanted total, crushing victory. The surrounding syndicate brokers and rich elites began to murmur in awe. The silence of the room was broken by a wave of excited whispers. The men in expensive suits and the women in glowing silk dresses pointed at Jax’s cards. They nodded their heads in deep respect. "A Full House," a man with a gold-plated jaw whispered loudly. "He hit the Full House on the flop. He played it perfectly.""The boy is finished," a tall woman with cybernetic red eyes agreed. She looked at Evan and shook her head
Chapter 401
The VIP underground poker room was hidden deep beneath the noisy, bright streets of Neon City. It was a secret, silent place. There were no windows. There were no digital clocks on the walls. The air was thick and heavy. The only light in the large room came from a beautiful, glowing chandelier hanging directly over the center of the poker table. The light was a deep, rich amber color. It looked like trapped sunlight mixed with dark honey. The amber glow painted the faces of the people in the room with long, dramatic shadows. Evan Kennedy sat in a heavy chair made of soft black leather. His body was completely exhausted, but his mind was running incredibly fast. Across the wide, green velvet poker table sat Jax. The Syndicate Boss looked like a king sitting on his dark throne. Between them lay the most important thing in the world. It was the pot. The center of the green table was completely covered in a massive mountain of high-denomination chips. These were not cheap plastic ch
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