Love’s Change of Heart novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676 Something Happened In Jamesdon

Lachlan's cold voice rang in the air. "If you lose, I'll make sure it's an eye for an eye."

The man looked terrified as he struggled to get up. However, before he could even raise his head, he was forced back down.

He turned his head and realized that the man holding him down was none other than the person who had easily disarmed him earlier.

"Come on, now. Let's not waste time. There's a line behind you," Lachlan continued.

With that, the terrified man was pulled up by the collar.

He was about 1.9 meters tall and had never lost a fight until today. The man that fought him prior to this was at least half a head shorter than him, yet he still lost in such a one-sided fight no less.

Who were these people?

He couldn't help but shake in his boot as he stammered, "What are we playing?"

Lachlan drummed his fingers lightly on the table and said, "Well, that's up to you."

"We'll draw three cards, and whoever has the highest score wins."

Lachlan's thin lips twitched in amusement, and he pushed the deck of cards forward, signaling for the other party to draw first.

The man checked the card carefully, and after seeing that there were no special marks on them, he quickly drew three from the deck.

This was one of the games he had often played at the casino.

If his opponent lost, he would chop off their fingers.

He did not expect that the tables would turn and he would be the victim instead of the victor of this game.

Once he had drawn his card, Lachlan casually took three from the pile as well and raised his hand to signal for the other to show his hand first.

The man took a deep breath as sweat beaded against his forehead. Still, he knew that he couldn't run from his fate any longer as he shakily wiped the sweat off his brow and licked his dried lips nervously before slowly flipping the card over.

Ten.

In this game, ten is the highest card. Therefore, J, Q, and K would be regarded as blank cards with zero points.

His eyes brightened at the card, and his breathing slowly evened. Then, he carelessly rubbed his sweaty palms against his pants and looked at Lachlan, gesturing that it was his turn.

Lachlan's long fingers moved slightly and flipped open one card lightly.

It was an A, the smallest card in the pile.

The man was overjoyed, and the complacent expression on his face made it known that he was definitely going to win.

His companions, who were watching from a distance, began to whistle and clap.

As confidence began to build in his heart, the man shook off the sweat on his hand and flipped his next card.

This time, it was a K.

He immediately froze, and his heart began to race as his blood turned to ice in his veins. Before Lachlan could even open his second card, the man had already revealed his third one.

It was another K.

That meant he was in possession of empty cards.

His highest score right now was the first ten that he had flipped over earlier.

The man held his breath and looked at Lachlan, still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

Lachlan's three cards might not even add up to ten.

Lachlan slowly opened his second card under the man's intense yet desperate gaze.

It was a two.

The man's heart rate slowed almost instantly, and a wanton smile appeared on his face.

Alas, his smile immediately became stiff in the very next second as Lachlan turned over his third card.

It was an eight. In conclusion, Lachlan scored a total of 11.

He had won this bout by a single point.

"No! There's no way! You cheated!"

Lachlan threw the cards on the table and flatly said, "Keep your end of the bet."

Just as the man was about to refute, he was unceremoniously shot in the knee.

His men took this as an opportunity to open fire.

Unfortunately, Lachlan's men were one step ahead.