Without even looking at what was typed out on the promissory note, James
proceeded to sign it and immediately joined the next round of the game. B
ut in less than 15 minutes, he lost all two billion dollars worth of chip
s again.
"We're out of chips again, James' Should we borrow more? The young lady a
sked once again.
"Yes! Get as much as you can! James growled. At that moment, he had compl
etely lost control of his senses, his actions only driven by the relentle
ss desire to win back what he lost and make the man with the hooked nose
regret what he said.
Two hours later, James was drenched in sweat and panting uncontrollably,
his eyes were bloodshot. His expression was somewhat horrifying
"Sorry man, Three of a Kind and One Pair. That makes a Full House. You've
lost again. "The man opposite him showed his hand and smiled meanly.
"Go! Borrow some more! I refuse to believe that I'll keep losing today! J
ames shouted.
"You've already lost too much, James. They refuse to lend you anymore," T
he young lady answered
"They're not lending me anymore? Why not? Do they think that I can't affo
rd to pay them back? I'll have you know that my sister is the
chairperson of Nicholson Corp.! She has assets worth over a hundred billi
on dollars! James declared proudly,
"Hey, buddy, my boss would like to speak with you." Out of nowhere, a cal
loused hand rested on
James' shoulder from behind.
"Who the hell is touching me? James whipped
around immediately. Just as he was about to start acting aggressively, he
froze. Behind him stood several insanely buff men who were wearing suits
and looked like they were henchmen, staring at him.
"What do you want?" James put on a calm facade.
"You borrowed quite a huge sum of money throughout the night. My boss wou
ld like to talk to you about your payment. Come with us." As the leader o
f the group of henchmen spoke, he inconspicuously flashed the gun fastene
d to his belt. James' eyes widened. As he dared not go against their wish
es, he had no choice but to follow them upstairs to the VIP room
Over in the VIP room, there was a paunchy man with a cigar perched on his
lips and one ankle resting lazily over a knee.
"He's here, Mr. Doyle." Two henchmen pushed James into the room and locke
d the door from outside. James gulped dryly when he
saw the room full of menacing and fierce henchmen. His anxiety was unconc
ealable.
"Do you know who I am?" The paunchy man asked before taking a long swig o
f his cigar and slowly exhaling, releasing a puff of smoke.
"You look very familiar, Sir. Have we met? James asked cautiously.
"I'm Doyle. Duncan Doyle," The man said.
"Duncan Doyle? From the prestigious Doyle family?" James was astonished.
"It's good that you know me. Now, let's talk about my money. So, you borr
owed a total of 38 million dollars tonight. How are you going to pay it b
ack?" As Duncan spoke, he slapped a thick stack of promissory
notes on the table. Every piece of it had James' signature on it.
"38 million? That much?" James could not believe his ears and quickly fli
pped through the notes to check. By then, he was already thoroughly drenc
hed in sweat. "M–
Mr. Doyle, these notes prove that I've only borrowed 30 million. Where di
d the extra 8 million come from?" James asked
miserably.
"Why would I be lending out money if not for the interest?" Duncan asked
frostily.
"B–but isn't the interest too high?" James asked warily.
"Cut the crap! You either pay me what you owe or I'll chop your limbs off
!" Duncan glared at him.
"N–
no, don't! I'll pay!" James was flustered by the situation he was in. "Ca
n you please give me a few more days to pay up, Mr. Doyle? I promise I'll
pay you in full."
"No! You are to pay me tonight. Where am I going to find you if you escap
e?" Duncan demanded.
"But how am I supposed to produce this much money in one night?" James co
wered in fear.
"Didn't you say that your sister is the chairperson of Nicholson Corp.? S
everal million dollars are
considered peanuts to her!" Duncan smirked sinisterly.
"What?" James froze up for a while before he continued sheepishly, "Mr. D
oyle, knowing my
sister, she will most likely refuse to pay my debts.
She usually helped him out of most of the trouble he got himself into, bu
t
once they had anything to do with gambling or drugs, it was the end of th
e discussion.
"Don't worry. I'll help you." Duncan smiled venomously.
"Help me? How will you help me?" James was taken aback by Duncan's offer
to help. But Duncan did not give him a straightforward reply. Instead, he
simply gestured to his henchmen and took an axe that they handed him. As
James watched on with terror in his eyes, Duncan swung the axe
down in the direction of his wrist.