63 Points

Apocalypse smiled faintly.

This time, the power of Fortune was far more obvious.

Changing the dice to the desired number was too precise a task, and there was too little time for Fortune to arrange for another object to help indirectly.

A mysterious force appeared directly out of thin air and turned the three dice to zero points.

The force was much clearer than it had been at the slot machines, allowing Apocalypse to glimpse how the power of Fortune worked.

The manager struggled to keep smiling as he handed Black Widow twenty black-and-gold chips.

Twenty million dollars, won in an instant.

The greasy man said, "Mr. Tang, are you ready? The odds are the same. Please place your bet."

Black Widow's face lit up. Another chance like this?

With a clatter, she poured every chip on the gold tray onto the table.

"Hiss..."

The crowd drew a sharp breath. With so many black-and-gold chips, plus the millions they had won at the slot machines, the bet came to nearly a hundred million dollars.

Even New York's largest casino would tremble at a wager like that.

If the casino lost, it would have to pay out two billion dollars.

For any casino, that was an astronomical sum.

The manager said cautiously, "Uh... esteemed lady, the tables on the main floor have a limit of five million dollars per bet. A hundred million... isn't quite within the rules."

The manager groaned inwardly. This looked like the start of trouble.

If they won, they would force the casino to pay. If they lost, they would probably flip the table on the spot.

His eyes darted around, searching for cover in case a fight broke out.

He was only an employee. This job was hardly worth his life.

Black Widow glared at him.