Revealing the Cards

The other three people at the poker table, including the young man in the striped suit, had also figured that they couldn't afford to offend Lucas, and their bodies were immediately drenched in cold sweat.

They were merely obeying the instructions of the higher-ups of Club Illuma and trying to make Lucas lose a lot of money. But if they really ended up offending a big shot like Lucas, they would be in dire trouble in the future!

Even if he won, they would probably suffer.

At the thought of this, the young man in the striped suit began trembling in fear.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and said to Lucas respectfully and deferentially, "Sir… How about this? You should still have 137 million dollars on hand. Why don't you just bet with this amount to turn the cards over?"

Lucas glanced at the young man in the striped suit coldly. "Do you think I'm short of a few dozen million?"