“There’s no need for that!”

Aaron let out a small smile.

“The dice are enough proof as is.”

“You best be honest with us!”

“You have two choices, kid…”

“One: you pay me double of what you earned from me, and cut off one of your arms as punishment!”

“Two, you don’t have to pay me, but I’ll have your head as a piss pot!”

Aaron lit up a thin and long cigar, and then leaned on his chair.

“Well? What’s your choice?”

This place was Aaron’s money tree.

He would usually earn a large amount of money here every single day.

How could he allow someone to leave with his money?

Harvey had already caught his attention after losing for three straight rounds.

That was why he stopped Harvey from leaving; he wanted to siphon every single dollar out of Harvey’s pocket.

He wanted Harvey to go broke in an instant!

To Aaron, he could always make Harvey lose another three hundred million dollars no matter how powerful the family backing Harvey was.

It wouldn’t matter if Harvey couldn’t pay up.