Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 202 This misunderstanding is getting out of hand.

Even in his mind, David was contemplating how delightful it would be if William's hands were chopped off later on.

After all, this is a casino, filled with security personnel. Even if William is skilled, it's unlikely he could forcefully make his way out.

"Randy, my friend here is really skilled." David's eyes slightly narrowed. He was worried that Randy might simply view William as a newbie, letting his guard down and not taking the game seriously. To prevent any unforeseen situations, he deliberately gave a warning. If he didn't trap William here today, he would truly be unsatisfied.

The man referred to as Randy, full name Randy Price, was a high-ranking executive and shareholder of the casino. He was renowned in the gambling world as a prodigious gambler, adept at predicting opponents' hands through his exceptional calculation abilities.

However, David's words seemed to spark a different train of thought in Randy.

Perhaps David and William were in cahoots. Were they using Caleb as bait, with William as the actual key player in the gambling scenario?

"Hmm, how could a friend of David's be a mere ordinary gambler?" Randy remarked, his lips curling into a smile that betrayed a hint of suspicion. He fixed his gaze on David, appearing slightly distrustful.

Was David trying to engage him in a psychological game?

David thought Randy had understood his intentions. With a smirk, he said, "Well then, let's get started!"

As a master gambler, Randy excelled in reading the slightest facial expressions. Seeing David's slight smirk, he became more convinced that David was up to no good.

"David, how much are you thinking of playing?" Randy asked directly, foregoing William. He didn't harbor much animosity towards William, viewing him as merely a pawn in David's game. In his eyes, while William might be the weapon, David was the one pointing it.

David, momentarily taken aback, responded with a smile, "Randy, you'd have to ask my friend that."

Randy sat back down, the smile on his face slowly fading, and said, "Why don't I just bet my shares in the casino? If your friend loses today, then the Rogers family shouldn't do business with our casino in the future. Is that satisfactory?"

David was taken aback. What was happening?

He came here to set William up!

How did it end up on him?

"Randy, that's not what I meant..." David was taken aback. Did Randy think that William was someone he had brought to stir up trouble?

William caught the shifts in their expressions and, from Randy's words, understood the dynamics between the two.

Randy misunderstood!

William slowly spoke, asking, "You're Randy, right?"

Randy nodded, replying, "Stop beating around the bush. If you've got the guts, then show it. I stand here unafraid of any challenge, and I've no reason to resort to underhanded tactics."

David hastily interjected, "Randy, you've got it all wrong!"

But William cut him off, saying, "Randy, since you've gone this far, there's no need for more talk. Let's have a bet. If I win, you'll bow and knock your head three times in front of David. If I lose, I'll leave both my hands here."

"You'll leave your hands?" Randy sneered. "Are your hands even worthy enough? If anyone's leaving their hands, it should be David's!"

"..." David stared at William. What the hell was happening?

"Randy! I really didn't mean that!" David's agitation was clear, the veins on his forehead prominent as he said, "I just wanted to see you beat him, that's all!"

"Oh, really?" Randy chuckled, "David, do you even believe what you're saying?"

If it were just about the stakes in the casino, that would be one thing. Fair and square, based on skill. If Randy lost, he would just leave the casino management and transfer the shares to the Rogers family. But William even said that if he lost, he would bow and knock his head three times in front of David.

What did that mean?

A blatant insult!

William, no saint himself, smirked at David, "David, don't forget what we discussed before we entered. It's clear as day to everyone, no need to pretend anymore. You just dislike him, right? I'll win this round for you, and have him kneel before you. Sounds good?"

"Are you kidding me? William, you're setting me up!" David was furious, shouting, "Randy, regardless, I'm not involved in today's bet and I never said those things. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it."

Randy's gaze turned dark and he remained silent, pondering, "What does David really mean by this? Is he lashing out because he's been exposed?"

William, however, spoke to David with a righteous tone, "David, it's okay if you want to stay out of this. If we lose, I'll put my own life on the line!"

He then turned to Randy and added, "Randy, this has nothing to do with David. How about a simple bet? If I lose, I'll leave my life here. If you lose, you don't need to bow or knock your head. Just slap yourself. After all, all David said earlier was that he wanted to give you a slap!"

"Hah! Fine!" Randy's gaze shifted from William to David, sneering, "David, you have quite the friend here, willing to risk his own life just to help you slap me!"

"I..." David was utterly confused. Originally, he had intended to set up William, but now it seemed he had truly offended Randy. Given the current situation, any explanation seemed futile. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Randy, you two bet first. I'll explain everything to you later."

He had come to a realization. If William was seeking his own doom, there was no need for him to interfere. Even if Randy's misunderstanding deepened, he could always explain after William was gone.

"Bet first! Fine! No need for explanations, I've already understood David's intentions." Randy waved his hand, not wanting to waste words, and said to William, "Let's begin, do you want to check the cards?"

After taking a seat, William replied, "No need! Just explain the rules to me."

"Are you kidding me?" Randy's face darkened. Would someone who dared to gamble with their life not know the rules?

William responded with a carefree smile, "I genuinely don't know the rules!"

"You!" Randy pointed to a burly man, instructing, "Explain the rules to him."

Once the man had finished explaining, William raised an eyebrow and muttered, "There really are more and more ways to gamble these days."

"Can we begin? Who should deal?" Randy's eyes narrowed slightly. He suspected that William was pretending to be weak, trying to provoke him, make him careless, and lower his guard.

"You dealing is just fine!" William seemed indifferent. After all, who dealt the cards shouldn't affect the outcome, right?

Randy couldn't help but laugh, "You're certain about deciding the winner with just one hand, and you're letting me deal?"

William nodded, replying, "If you don't want to, I can deal."

"Fine! I'll do it!" Randy was almost in stitches from laughter. He truly couldn't fathom where William got the courage to risk his life for a mere chance to slap him.

Having him deal the cards - isn't that tantamount to courting death?

David couldn't help but laugh either. Just moments ago, he looked infuriated, but now he suddenly burst into laughter.

Hasn't William essentially handed his life over to Randy?

Randy also noticed David. What's this young man laughing about?

Just a moment ago, he was desperately trying to explain himself, and now he's laughing. Does he think William could win?

If Randy was in charge of shuffling and dealing the cards, wouldn't he have full control over their order?

If William manages to win this, Randy might as well kneel down and eat dirt!