The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 72

Fat Guy directly pounded the table in a sudden, who looked incredulously at the 12 dices in front of Casey.

He thought he had an incredible ability in rolling dices, but it was impossible for him to make the 12 dices form a vertical line. In addition, the uppermost one was the smallest point.

He never believed the plot that only existed in TV dramas. After all, it was not so easy to roll dices. However, this scene really happened in front of him.

After seeing the dices in front of Casey, all the people around opened widely their mouths, looking at Casey with incredible eyes.

Both Morgan and Conor also were very surprised, thinking that Casey couldn’t absolutely win Fat Guy. To their surprise, Casey showed a better skill of rolling dices than Fat Guy.

“How many hidden skills does this guy have?” Conor muttered.

“It’s not true. We compete for points. It’s not OK even though you pile them up.”

Fat Guy directly walked to Casey and then took the dices down one by one. Later he was shocked to find all the dices below were one point face up.

For points, he got the same as Casey did, but for technique, he had lost to Casey.

It was the first time that he felt frustrated after spending so many years in gambling in the casino.

“If you feel unconvinced, then we can consider it as a draw. We can compete in other items.” Casey said with smile.

Obviously, Fat Guy was not resigned, and said immediately, “OK, let’s compete in other items!”

After speaking, he walked towards those tables in the center of the casino.

Casey followed him, and they began to compete in all kinds of items of the casino.

The audience in the center uttered exclamations from time to time, highly praising Casey’s awesome gambling skills.

Fat Guy’s face became more and more bitter. Every time he lost, Casey asked him to take off a piece of closing. At last, there was only a pair of underpants on Fat Guy.

The final round ended and he walked to Casey, looking down and keeping silent.

“What’s wrong with the Gambling King? Does he plan to use violence because he has lost miserably?”

“If the Gambling King intends to use violence, this guy will definitely die.”

“Oh my god, the Gambling King is going to get angry. Run quickly!”

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Casey stared at Fat Guy with narrowed eyes, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Morgan stood in front of Casey and said coldly, “You fucking fatty, admit your defeat. If you want to use violence because of the defeat. I don’t mind making you taste the righteous iron fist!”

Fat Guy kept silent and clenched his fists after coming in front of Casey.

Morgan thought he was about to take action, so he raised his hand and planned to take action.

At this time, Fat Guy suddenly knelt down with a plop in front of Casey, then grabbed Casey by the thigh, moaning, “Master, please let me be your apprentice. I promise to be at your disposal as long as you impart your gambling skills to me and allow me to keep the underpants on.”

Everyone was shocked and the whole casino was quiet for a few seconds.

Then many people began to laugh, because to their surprise, such a Gambling King who always had a commanding presence would stoop to compromise.

Besides, now there was only a pair of underpants on Fat Guy and he lost in the final round. Logically, he should take it off.

No one had expected that he would kneel down to beg for Casey’s mercy in order not to take it off.

Casey also didn’t expect that Fat Guy would act in this way, so he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

“Well… could you stand up first?” Casey asked.

“If master doesn’t agree, I won’t stand up.” Fat Guy kept stubborn.

Casey didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t stand seeing a 100 kilo-weighted fatty begging for mercy in front of him.

“Well, I agree. Stand up and you don’t need to take your underpants off.” Casey said.

Fat Guy instantly stood up from the ground, showing a grateful smile at Casey and then hurried to dress himself.

“Master, I will follow your orders from now on. I will do as you ask me to.” After getting himself dressed, Fat Guy said to Casey respectfully.

Casey nodded and said, “Stop running casino in the future and work for Conor, who will maximize your talents.”

“Yes, Master!” Fat Guy answered.

Morgan looked Fat Guy up and down, and then looked at Conor. A smirk suddenly appeared on his face.

“Why are you smirking?” Casey asked.

“I am thinking, can we go to the west for Buddhist scriptures if you get a White Dragan Horse?” Morgan said.

“What are you talking about?” Conor said.

“Look, Casey is Master, you are Monkey King, this fat man is Pigsy and I am Monk Sha. We just need a White Dragon Horse now.” Morgan said with smile.

Hearing what Morgan said, Fat Guy instantly gave him a stare and cursed, “Get away! You are Pigsy. I am Marshal Canopy!”

“Almost the same.” Morgan laughed.