The Wager for Their Lives, Part Two

Aside from the gambler, Rogge knew everyone there. He had met most of them at the recent Underground Banquet. Ferud had even been one of the backers, and he had a business relationship with Rogge.

After playing for a while, Rogge had lost a little and decided to stop. Gambling was best kept as a bit of fun. He had lost several hundred million Beli, but he had also seen how unwilling the others were to let him leave.

"You're quitting already, Asura?" Xiluen asked.

"Not interesting." Rogge gathered up the few chips left in front of him.

"We've only just started, and you're leaving? That's not like you. You used to stake billions, even tens of billions," Ferud said with a smile.

"I told you, it's not interesting. The question is, can you afford to gamble with me?" Rogge asked, smiling.

"What couldn't we afford?" Xiluen said.

"Good. I like that attitude. Ten billion Beli a round. Which of you wants to play?" Rogge smiled at the other six.

"Uh..."

At that price, who besides Tesoro could afford to play? Even if their net worth reached ten billion Beli, actually putting up that much might mean selling their assets. One loss would leave them with nothing.

For them, this was a wager for their lives. Rogge, on the other hand, could easily produce ten billion Beli. Even the Celestial Dragons would have to think twice about gambling on his scale.

The Celestial Dragons could spend hundreds of millions of Beli on slaves, but they would never stake ten billion on a gamble.

"Bunch of paupers!" Rogge stood, his face full of disdain. These people would have loved to see him ruined, but he enjoyed the sight of them hating him and being unable to do a thing about it.