Although the original host had imagined such a scene before, when fantasy became reality, the intense sense of unreality instead made him feel as though he were in a dream.
What was more, the pile of chips here was far greater than anything he had imagined...
He could not estimate how many chips were in this mountain-like pile, but he knew full well that it was a windfall worth a nation's fortune... The original host, stunned by the spectacle before him, had not even realized one thing: all the chips ever produced by that casino in Dragon City since its opening would not amount to even a corner of this little mountain.
In the original host's mind at that moment, chips meant money, and with so much money, he could practically do anything he had once wanted to do but could not...
Missions, rewards, gambling debts... The original host no longer cared about any of that. The only thought in his mind now was to claim this mountain of golden chips for himself.
"Th-this is..." An astonished voice came from behind him. The three mercenaries who had emerged from the tunnel stood frozen, staring straight ahead, their eyes filled with undisguised shock... and greed.
At that moment, the original host suddenly rushed to one mercenary's side, drew his dagger, and plunged it into the man's neck. Then he snatched up the dying mercenary's weapon, used the man's body as a shield, and pulled the trigger at the other two mercenaries!
Deafening gunshots echoed through the hollow cavern in the rock. The other two mercenaries had not even realized what was happening before they were shot and fell to the ground—though both wore bulletproof vests, with vital areas reinforced by ceramic and carbon-fiber composite armor, the bullets still punched through their