Chapter 312: Chapter 312 Counterkill_1

“Harold Butler, you sure have unbeatable luck tonight, hitting a triple Ace three times already.”

“Haha, just good luck.”

Facing Quinton Creed’s compliment, Joe Locke just laughed and then urged, “Hurry up and deal, the two of you.”

Max Milton was the first to reveal his hand, glanced at it, and said helplessly, “I’ve got a straight flush.”

“There’s no point in dealing this crap!”

Cole Barnett also sighed as he revealed his hand, then suddenly his eyes widened in astonishment and he exclaimed, “Damn, I’ve got a 235 again?”

The hall immediately fell into a deathly silence.

235 again?

How is that possible?

Joe Locke couldn’t believe his own eyes and ears, wondering if he had seen or heard wrong.

How could it be that he dealt himself triple Aces twice in a row, and both times ran into a 235?

The most outrageous part was, the hand he dealt to Cole Barnett was clearly a small three of a kind, so how could it turn into a 235?

Cole Barnett was cheating!

Joe Locke’s face immediately darkened as he said coldly, “Smart guy, daring to cheat right in front of me!”

Cole Barnett sneered, “What, can’t handle losing?”

“Who the hell are you calling a sore loser?”

“Why else would you accuse me of having a problem every time I win a hand against you? When you catch a thief, you call him dirty; you say I’m cheating, where’s your evidence?”

Cole Barnett sneered, “You dealt the cards. From start to finish, other than revealing them, I haven’t even touched the cards. Show me how I could cheat!”

Joe Locke knew there must be a trick, but Cole Barnett wasn’t wrong either; he had indeed dealt the cards, and before the reveal, the other man had truly not touched them.

So how did he cheat?

Joe Locke was completely stumped but still refused to give up, dragging Cole Barnett and saying, “The hand you’re holding can’t possibly be a 235, you must have cheated!”

Quinton Creed feigned surprise, “Harold Butler, how do you know for certain that Cole’s hand isn’t a 235, could it be that you recognize the cards?”

“I…”

Joe Locke’s face turned beet red, and he gritted his teeth as he stared at Cole Barnett, but he was completely out of options.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine, I’ll admit it, let’s keep playing.”

Quinton Creed quickly stepped in to mediate, “What’s this about admitting defeat? We’re all friends here, just playing a card game, it’s not that serious.”

Cole Barnett snorted coldly, “If I knew his card-playing manners were so poor, I wouldn’t have come today.”

Joe Locke was burning with rage, “Who the hell are you saying has poor card-playing manners?”

Cole Barnett rolled his eyes and sneered, “If your card-playing manners weren’t poor, why would you accuse me of cheating every time I win?”

“I’ll be damned…”

Joe Locke was dying of frustration, clearly aware that Cole Barnett must have cheated, yet he couldn’t call him out on it.

What could he say?

He couldn’t tell the other man: “That’s right, I do recognize the cards. I dealt you a small three of a kind, so there’s no way you could have a 235”?

That would be an outright confession!

“Quit the bullshit, are you playing or not?” Joe Locke said angrily.

Cole Barnett looked at Joe Locke and said indifferently, “I’ll play, but do you still have money?”

“I… I certainly have money!”

Joe Locke hummed a bit sheepishly, not realizing until now that he had lost over ten million all day.

Other than the one million that was his own money, the remaining ten million was given by his family for purchasing rare treasures.

And now, he had lost it all in an afternoon’s time.

No, I must win the money back, or I can’t explain myself when I return.

Joe Locke thought of this and couldn’t help but look towards Quinton Creed, saying, “Old Quinton, lend me some money.”

Old Quinton bared his teeth in a bitter smile and said, “I’ve lost too, where would I have that much money?”

Joe Locke knew Quinton Creed had money, but just didn’t want to lend it. While feeling annoyed, he still persisted and said:

“I’ll use the Amulet as collateral, lend me ten million!”

Quinton Creed’s expression shifted slightly, he glanced discreetly at Greg Jensen before saying, “Harold, ten million is too much, that thing isn’t worth so much in my hands.”

“Then you say how much!”

“Eight million then, that’s the most…”

“Fine, eight million it is!”

Joe Locke was very confident in himself, he believed that as long as he kept an eye on Cole Barnett and didn’t let him cheat, he was sure to win.

Thus, when Quinton Creed mentioned that he could only lend eight million, Joe Locke gritted his teeth and agreed. He then took out the Amulet he had just bought and handed it to Quinton Creed, saying:

“You don’t need to transfer the money, just give me eight million in chips. Keep the Amulet, if I lose, it’s yours, whoever wins, you transfer the money to them.”

“Okay, no problem.” Quinton Creed readily agreed, counting out eight million in chips and pushing them towards Joe Locke.

Joe Locke eyed Cole Barnett with a fierce gaze and said, “Come on, shall we continue playing?”

“Let’s play, who’s afraid?”

Cole Barnett appeared nonchalant.

The gambling game amongst the four men began once more.

Greg Jensen, sitting to one side, absentmindedly tapped the table.

The three men got the signal and went all in, winning the eight million Joe Locke had just borrowed before he even had a chance to be the dealer, leaving him with no opportunity at all.

At this point, Joe Locke completely lost his cool in anger.

He grabbed Quinton Creed’s clothes and said, “Old Quinton, lend me another five million, I’m sure I can turn things around this time.”

Quinton Creed said emotionlessly, “Harold, let’s play again another day, it’s already past one. Plus, your luck has been bad all this while, if I lend you more, you’ll still lose.”

At that moment, Joe Locke had completely panicked. The money intended for buying rarities and treasures was all lost, and even the precious Amulet he had finally acquired was mortgaged away.

Not having acquired the treasure but instead accumulating a mountain of debt, if the old man found out about this, he would surely flay his skin.

He begged desperately, “Old Quinton, I’m begging you, lend me another five million. No, even three million will do, I’m sure I can turn it around this time!”

A gambler blinded by loss, no matter what their status was before, at this moment has no dignity left to speak of.

Quinton Creed looked at him coldly and said, “Even if I were to lend money, surely there must be some collateral, right?”

“I…”

Joe Locke had nothing left of value as collateral. After pondering for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with surprise:

“I do have something, I still have shares. The part of the shares belonging to little Cole, which is currently in my name, how about I use the shares as collateral?”

“Shares?”

Quinton Creed shook his head and said, “Harold, it’s not that I don’t want to lend you the money, but even if you gave me the Locke family shares for free, I wouldn’t dare to accept them.

If you lose again, what am I supposed to do with those shares, keep them or not?”

“No problem, you can rest assured. If I lose again, you can hold on to the shares, just don’t sell them.

It won’t take long, I will definitely find a way to redeem them.”

“Well… alright then, let’s prepare an agreement.”

Quinton Creed made a call to his assistant upstairs, and soon a stock transfer agreement was produced.

Joe Locke saw it was a stock transfer agreement and was momentarily stunned, frowning he said, “Old Quinton, what do you mean by this?

I’m just offering collateral, I’m not selling my shares to you, why are you getting out a stock transfer agreement?”