The night was in full swing with high-stakes gambling on the Dynasty Vessel.
The chip stack in front of Yigol Foster grew taller, while that in front of Gem Atkinson dwindled.
Clearly, Yigol Foster was winning.
"Gem, you've already lost a bottle of Romanee Conti red wine, your luck is truly unbearable to watch. How about, let me take over and change our fortunes?"
Due to Norton Jarvis's words, many people crowded around. Added to those who were already there, the gambling table was thrice surrounded by people inside and out.
A young subordinate readily lit a cigar for Yigol Foster, who laughed wickedly: "Mr. Atkinson, listen to Mr. Jarvis and change your fortune."
Gem Atkinson smiled mysteriously, waved his hand, and said, "No need."
"So you mean to say, Mr. Atkinson, you want to play a few more rounds?"
"Why not?"
