The wheel slowed. Then stopped.
The ball settled on the number nine.
Forn's eyes widened violently.
"I-impossible…"
He immediately turned toward the wheeler whose face had gone completely pale. The man stared at the roulette like he couldn't understand what he was seeing.
Just what the hell was happening?
"I win."
Zephyrion calmly pulled the massive pile of gold toward himself.
By now, the men seated around the table had all risen to their feet, slowly surrounding the area. The atmosphere had turned heavy, filled with hostility as cold stares settled onto Zephyrion from every direction.
Yet Zephyrion acted as though none of it existed, calmly gathering his winnings without even sparing them a glance.
Bang!
Forn slammed his fist onto the table hard enough to rattle it.
"Friend…" Forn's smile twitched at the corners. "Surely you're not trying to leave already? Come on now, one last round. Let's settle this properly. Winner takes all."
Zephyrion tilted his head.
