The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 443

The air grew tense as Buckminster’s words hung in the air. A collective shiver ran through the crowd, their expressions turning grim and uneasy.

Engaged in a game, were we?

This was a deadly game!

In this critical moment, the truth became crystal clear to everyone. Buckminster was anything but the amiable and kind-hearted persona he portrayed. He was a cunning predator, wearing a crooked smile that concealed his true nature. His every word was deceit, leaving no room for trust. Only a fool would be swayed by his empty promises.

Buckminster’s eyes scanned the room, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I reckon it’s time for a little game. Who’s got the nerve to join me in a round of Blackjack?”

With those words, he strode confidently toward a gambling table, sitting and preparing himself for the challenge ahead. Fletcher stepped forward, standing behind Buckminster with an exhilarated expression.

A tense silence settled over the room as everyone exchanged wary glances, their faces marked with fear and uncertainty. No one dared to step forward, unwilling to take on the ominous task before them.

“Hey, what’s the deal with you all? We were having a blast a moment ago, and now none of you have the guts to play. You think you’re too good for Mr. Payne?” Fletcher snapped in anger.

A hush fell over the crowd, their silence growing even more profound.

Nobody dared to be the first to take a stand in such a critical moment.

Being wealthy individuals, they cherished their lives significantly.

Buckminster and Fletcher emitted an air of brutality and sheer terror, making it clear that engaging in any game with them would risk their lives and potentially leave them with half a soul to lose.

“Seems like none of you have the guts to step up, huh? Well, that suits me just fine. I’ve got a little list right here, and we’ll be playing by the game’s rules.”

“You see, out here in the vast expanse of the open sea, your regular security team and mercenary group won’t come to your rescue anytime soon.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world to have ourselves a little fun”

With a grin spreading across his face. Buckminster produced a list and studied it intently.

The assembled crowd’s countenances darkened, their hearts plunging into the abyss.

The presence of a list meant there would be no escape for any of them.

Buckminster’s eyes scanned the list, a cunning smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Well, well, well, this name is interesting. Same surname as mine, but with a slight twist. Emmett Tucker, you must be the wealthiest magnate from Malachia, right?”

right up. Mr.

have a list, folks. We’ve got pictures too. Mr. Tucker, there’s no escaping for you in this casino.

pierced through the air, reaching the ears of

crowd, an elderly gentleman in his sixties stood up, his eyes wide with fear and a faint quiver in his frame. Sporting a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, his fair skin and elegant attire added to his distinguished appearance, exuding an energy that conveyed his elevated status among

approaching the age of sixty, his countenance boasted a rosy hue, his hair a lustrous black, all thanks to the diligent application of medications and traditional

apprehension at that precise moment, his body quivering involuntarily as fear took hold of him.

don’t you mosey on over here and have yourself

futile battle, leaving

“Utterly worthless!”

a determined stride, lifting him off the ground like an

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the gambling table where Buckminster sat, forcefully slamming Emmett onto

names. That tells me we must have been kinfolk five hundred

game, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Emmett. “Seeing as we’re all part of the same family, how about you take the

and deal

we’re all part of the same family, so let’s have ourselves a straight talk. You name the price, and I’ll hand it over to you without a fuss. No need to play me for a fool, you hear?” Emmett’s voice trembled as

may be family, but rules bind us. It wouldn’t be right to take your money, for that would make

it appears we’ll have to settle this matter on the gambling table, where the fate of wealth is determined, wouldn’t

BANG!

gambling table, his voice commanding as he rebuked, “Enough with the idle chatter! If Mr. Payne wishes to engage with you, consider it a

“Quit wasting time!”

Emmett to the core and making his whole

to shuffle and deal the cards, distributing them to Buckminster and himself.

as Mr. Tucker. We had

honor

keep my promises,” Buckminster nodded

spread across Emmett’s face, his

offered him a lifeline, a sliver of hope amidst

their weight as if they were heavier than a mountain. His hand trembled uncontrollably, filled with fear and anticipation, while his heart pounded like thunder.

be a winning

a silent prayer in his mind, then clenched his teeth as he reached for the deck of cards and glanced

hand.

a look, his eyes widened in disbelief. A wide grin spread across his face as he burst into raucous laughter, triumphantly flipping the two cards open and slamming them onto the table. “Haha! I won! I’ve won!”

eyes turned toward his hand, revealing an Ace and a King, the classic pair for a perfect

the dealer, ensuring his triumph in this

at Emmett’s cards, then without even bothering to look at his