Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 288

With Terrence being a prominent figure in the academic sector, his prestige was certainly related to Giselle for being able to become a lecturer at Business University at such a young age. Fame should have been inconsequential for a person like Terrence, who devoted his mind to academic research. If it were not because of his desire for fame and wealth, he would not have fallen into Sawyer’s trap.

“He must have some other reasons. It should be related to Mrs. Clauder. She comes from a prestigious family. I once heard from Mr. Clauder that she left her family because of him. Since she also mentioned before that tens of millions are nothing to them, it seems to be an aristocratic family. Perhaps Mr. Clauder wanted to earn money so badly so that her family would look at him differently.”

Hearing Casper’s words, Eugene responded, “If he had gone into gambling seriously because of his woman, he isn’t rotten to the core and hasn’t lost himself in wealth yet. There’s still a glimmer of hope to save him.”

“I thought you said that gamblers are all sc*mbags, and there’s no cure for them? Why are you changing your mind now?” asked Casper.

Eugene stepped on his cigarette stub. “Sc*mbags are humans too, and every human gets their moment to shine. Being involved in gambling for years, I’ve never expected a good man among gamblers. However, I’ve met a guy who behaves like a real man, at least. He has changed my perspective, but he wasn’t able to do so himself in the end…”

Casper was intrigued. “It sounds like a touching story, doesn’t it?”

Eugene smiled wryly. “Don’t tell me you’re interested in listening to a story after battling for the whole night.”

“Why not? I get to unwind.” Casper slumped on the seat at the bar of the pub. After he snapped his fingers at two waiters, who were cleaning up, they then handed a glass of wine over.

Harold used this pub as the coverup for Horington Casino in the first place, and the manager of this pub was once his subordinate too. The manager merely fell asleep in the middle of the night and woke up to find that his boss had been replaced by someone else. Even though clueless about what had happened, he was relieved deep down to hear that everything at the pub remained usual.

The core staff of the pub basically knew about what happened in the gambling resort and would even help with attracting customers sometimes. Therefore, most people who came to the pub would play a few games in the gambling resort.

Casper merely greeted the staff without giving further instructions. All of a sudden, they found it hard to believe he was an approachable person, as an ordinary young man like him turned out to be a formidable character who was capable of winning everything from Harold overnight.

Casper gulped down a mouthful of wine, waiting for Eugene to start the story which had changed his life.

“Forget it.” Eugene sighed, seemingly reluctant to bring that matter up.

“Why? Don’t tell me… the person is one of your family members?” asked Casper.

“How’s that possible? I’ll never allow a person like that around me. Once someone starts to gamble, he’ll have to give up kinship, and his family is going to abandon him in the end. No one is going to care even if he dies out there.” When Eugene said those words, his face was surprisingly cold, without a shred of emotion.

At this time, members of Firewolf Chamber of Commerce had already retreated from Horington Casino after searching through it and taking everything they could.

“After being informed of the news that the biggest gambling resort in Horington has been shut down tonight, other gambling resorts would better behave and do the same. Otherwise, by the time I take

action, I’m going to take everything away. No one will be able to get away with that.”

Casper was in rather high spirits. He had nothing to be afraid of since the most troublesome gambling resort had now been taken down.

However, even though Casper could shut down the gambling resorts, he was incapable of making those gamblers turn over a new leaf. They would still figure out a way to gamble, not at all bothering about working hard and merely wasting their energy on thinking about becoming rich overnight, which was something with a null possibility.

“Horington is huge with places everywhere for those gamblers to hide all the time, just like the rats in a ditch. But you’re different. Horington is too small for you, and you’ve to make yourself out of here into the bigger world sooner or later. I’ll walk out of here just in time with your ambition and then find that apprentice of mine to seek revenge.”

Casper drank the wine by himself before turning around and asking again, “So, you’re still not intending to tell me the story?”

Eugene raked through the stubble on his chin and replied, “I don’t mind telling you about it if you’re truly interested. The person is not important anyway.”

Before Eugene became lofty and shrewd like he was at the present moment, he encountered several gambles that he found problematic.

The most unforgettable one among them would be the gamble twenty years ago when he had just debuted after mastering the skills.

Eugene was still very young that year. While his mentality and shrewdness might not be as impressive as that of right now, he was non-disabled and had all of his fingers at the time. His invincible cheating techniques worked at every gamble.

A tycoon from Jetroina harbored a grudge against Eugene after losing millions to him. Therefore, he invited Eugene to a grand gamble.

Being young and ignorant, Eugene figured it was impossible for him to lose given his skills and thought of the gamble to be undoubtedly offering him money. Therefore, he attended the gamble without thinking too much about it.

Out of his expectations, other than poker, rummy, dice, and dominoes, there was something else in the world that could be put at stake. The gamble that he went on was organized together by multiple international gangs, and they were betting on human lives!

They built a two-hand-wide iron panel as a bridge between two buildings of one-hundred-meter high and demanded those gamblers to walk over the bridge one by one, which was connected to a high- voltage current. Those gamblers were only given a pair of insulating shoes without any other safety equipment on their bodies. If their hands happened to touch the bridge, they would be electrified and fall from a hundred meters above, resulting in instant death.

Eugene never expected himself to fall into the trap of the Jetroina tycoon. He turned out to be one of the participants, having to put on the clothes with a number and cross the bridge.

If the bridge were located in a two-meter-high place, the two-hand width would be enough for many people to walk back and forth. However, with it being positioned a hundred meters high in the air, someone would be struck with vertigo at the view underneath by taking a mere step forward. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Even if Eugene was not afraid of heights, he became nervous about facing such. Be it a hesitation or a tremble; someone could have fallen off the bridge and turned into a dead body.

The organizer also offered them an opportunity to give up. Someone who gave up would be considered in debt of ten million, whereas those who passed would win twenty million.

In between money and life, most people would have chosen the latter, likewise for gamblers. Nevertheless, the gamblers being assembled this time were basically all heavy in debt with the thought of exchanging their lives for money. Since their debts were piling high in the first place and would end up in death sooner or later if everything was kept the same way, they might as well give it a try here.

Eugene could afford ten million at that time since he could earn money back by just winning a few gambles once he left this place. However, seeing that no one among those gamblers, who were left with no choice but to give up, Eugene actually thought about fighting for those millions of money with his life.

He had always regarded himself highly and felt his courage and intelligence superior to that of others. To him, those gamblers in heavy debt were good-for-nothing in the lowest class of the hierarchy.

He could not accept it if people whom he despised the most could do something that he dared not to.

Perhaps there was only a fine line between genius and insanity. Being quirky as he was, Eugene decided to stay and cross the bridge.

The organizer gave them an hour. With merely a few hundred feet between the two buildings, someone could have walked back and forth in a minute. However, those people spent half of the allocated time just to muster up their courage to get on the bridge.

No words could describe how they were feeling at that moment. Whether they regretted it or wished to give up, it was already too late for them.

Twenty million were awaiting in front at the end, and there were others behind. If someone hesitated and stopped, people behind him would even resort to pushing him down to maintain their balance.

Eugene proceeded only after those men had all gone up, as he did not trust them to stay behind himself.

Regardless of whether they were kind or wicked in the past, it would be difficult for those gamblers to hold onto the principles and distinguish between good and evil under such circumstances, as the desire to survive would make them go to great lengths.