The entire cabin erupted into chaos the second Faust revealed Lewis' cards.
Even Kiran couldn't refrain from springing up from his seat. He stared at Lewis' hole cards.
They were, in fact, an Ace of Spades and a King of Spades!
Faust's eyes widened. He looked at Lewis in shock. How could it be?
Lewis said, "Looks like luck is on my side."
"How is that possible?" Kiran's face contorted. He slumped back onto his seat and looked up at Faust. His eyes seemed to accuse Faust of cheating.
Faust understood the meaning behind his gaze and immediately defended himself, "I know neither of you, so there's no reason for me to side with any of you. Sir, it looks like you lost the bet."
Kiran fixed his gaze on Lewis.
Lewis' expression never changed. He was as cool as a cucumber, as though he wasn't playing poker but was enjoying an afternoon tea with an old friend. "What now, President Kiran? Is the agreement ready?"
There was a crack in Kiran's usual composure—he was visibly displeased. He knew deep down Lewis couldn't have such good fortune. He wasn't a gullible rookie.
The probability of a player getting a set of royal flush without a single glance at his hole cards was even lower than striking the lottery, and Lewis must have chosen not to check his cards from the beginning so he could play dirty.
To go bankrupt as the result of the other party cheating was absolutely unacceptable to Kiran.
As his expression shifted unpredictably, Lewis chose the worst timing possible and said, "It seems like you're the one trying to welch on your debt, President Kiran."
This matter was beyond Faust. They exchanged their money for gambling chips, but the casino's rules and regulations had no power over verbal wagers.
Draco was an ill-tempered man. He abruptly pulled out a gun. "This brat obviously cheated! You're looking for trouble by cheating on my watch!"
He was overly engrossed in the notion of killing Lewis. He aimed his gun at Lewis and pulled the trigger.
However, Lewis rose before Draco took action and flung the tray on the table at Draco. The bullet penetrated the tray and swished past Lewis's ear, missing it by a mere fraction.
Chaos ensued when the bullet left the gun.
Guests screamed and scuttled everywhere as both parties pulled out their weapons and started a fight.
Amidst the chaos, Seth tugged Lewis' arm and removed him from the crowd. "We found her. Don't dawdle."
Lewis' eyes flickered. He ignored those behind him, engaged in the fight, and followed Seth out of the cabin.
Hiding behind a pillar, Kiran was observant enough to detect Lewis immediately. Without hesitating, he tailed them.
Draco also emerged from the crowd and went after them.
Lewis rapidly descended the stairs and arrived at a room smack in the middle of the fourth level.
Seth kicked open the door. It was dark inside. He turned on the lights and immediately discovered Josephine in the corner.
They were in a storage room, storing numerous tools for repair work and a messy pile of cardboard boxes.
Josephine was still out cold. Ropes tied her arms and legs, and she was still in that peculiar outfit. She curled up in a corner, unconscious.
Lewis strode forward and helped her up. Untying the ropes binding her limbs in a hurry, he carried her bridal style.
At that moment, two pursuers had reached the room door. Seth swung his leg at them and, with a flick of his dagger, sliced through one of the men's throats like he was slicing up vegetables.
He looked back and told Lewis, "Take her and leave. I'll cover you. A yacht is waiting outside!"
Then, he sent the man before him flying with another kick.
Carrying Josephine, Lewis paused when he passed by Seth. "You'd better not die."
Seth said something similar to him once.
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