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?”

up.

folks. We’ve got pictures too. Mr. Tucker,

that pierced through the

a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, his fair skin and elegant

sixty, his countenance boasted a rosy hue, his hair a lustrous black, all thanks to the diligent application

eyes flickered with dread and apprehension at that precise moment, his body quivering involuntarily as

mosey on over

engaged in a futile battle, leaving him

“Utterly worthless!”

firmly grasped Emmett with a determined stride, lifting

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marched toward the gambling table where Buckminster sat, forcefully slamming Emmett onto

names. That tells me we must

placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Emmett. “Seeing as we’re all part of the

charge and deal

same family, so let’s have ourselves a straight talk. You name the price, and I’ll hand it

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

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

BANG!

engage with you, consider it a mark of respect. Now, deal the cards promptly,

“Quit wasting time!”

the core and making his whole body

shuffle and

as Mr. Tucker. We had an understanding, didn’t we? If you happen to lose, your assets

on top, will you honor

I always keep my

across Emmett’s

offered him a lifeline, a sliver of hope

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. His hands sweated with nervousness, his heart threatening to burst from his chest as it pounded

winning hand,

as he reached for

hand.

his face as he burst into raucous laughter, triumphantly flipping the

eyes turned toward his hand, revealing an Ace and a

his stroke of luck, he was also the dealer, ensuring his

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