"Get me another hundred thousand in chips! I'll be damned if I don't roll triples today!"
In the VIP hall of the Monaco Royal Casino, Jessica Jones slammed her palm onto the green gaming table, making the chips rattle and nearly knocking the dice cup out of the dealer's hand.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The mountain of chips before her had dwindled to a pitiful handful of plastic discs.
"Miss Jones, you've already maxed out your credit." The dealer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, maintaining an awkward professional smile.
"Bullshit! Put it on Tony Stark's tab! He said yesterday he'd cover everything!" Jessica snatched up the half-full martini on the table and angrily downed it.
Bang!
A crash rang out nearby, followed by the piercing screech of tearing metal.
Thor held a slot machine lever with wires still attached, looking innocently at the machine billowing black smoke in front of him.
"This mortal iron box is far too fragile. I only wanted to make it spin faster."
"Security! Someone's smashing up the place!" the casino manager shrieked as he hurried over.
Holding a glass of red wine, Yang Ming leaned leisurely beside a nearby roulette table. He adjusted his new gold-rimmed glasses without so much as glancing at his two embarrassing employees.
"Thirty-six, black." Yang Ming casually pushed forward all the chips before him, worth two million dollars.
The wheel spun furiously, the ball bouncing between the pockets before settling neatly into the black pocket numbered thirty-six.
"Holy shit! He won again!" The wealthy gamblers beside him practically had their eyes popping out of their heads.
Yang Ming's lips curved slightly. Using Observation Haki to listen to the trajectory of physical motion like this was easier than eating or drinking. His