Chapter 117: I should have stayed in the bar below.


    This is a waste of time.


    Club Tartarus is getting worse.


    The mockingments filled the air.


    Harlee''s expression remained unalterable while hitting the table with his fingers.


    Momentster, Ritchie ced the basic safe in front of her.


    When opening it, the content left everyone without words.


    A safe full of money! A spectator shouted: two hundred million! There are two hundred million in cash! The multitude gasped collectively, surprised.


    The entrance to the roof game room was a privilege reserved for the rich or the nobles, each with assets greater than one hundred million, but none had ever seen Someone boldly present two hundred million in cash.


    They began to feel curious for Harlee.


    Shipleyplexes ran out of color.


    Not only was he able to produce his bet ten times, but it was all in cash! This bet ...


    It would really cost him a brazoritchie, he said calmly: this is just cash.


    If necessary, we can make checks.


    Tonight''s game does not end until one of the parties surrenders, starting the execution of the bet.


    Mr.


    Díaz, has not forgotten, Miss Sanderson is going for your arm! Harlee arched an eyebrow, curving her lips in a yful smile.


    "It''s just one arm." What is so much fuss we are only having a little fun.


    It began to sympathize with his stepbrother.


    When Harlee mentioned only for fun, it was not for mere enjoyment, but rather a cover for a brutal torment.


    That night, Shipley was destined to lose his arm.


    The crowd was stunned.


    Only one arm what kind of ruthlessment was that but with two hundred million in cash on the table and the ability to broad intensely, with a bleak expression.


    The bet ...


    Harlee interrupted, scared now they are cuddling Shipley now that the game is about to start participating, and now you doubt the crowd that surrounded him threw more severe teasing.


    Who said I am not the face of Shipley got red.


    What I say is that I bet an arm, you bet a life.


    It''s too muchharlee nodded and said: For me, okay.


    Those who surrounded her were already bewildered by herposure.


    The idea of ??betting an arm and staying alive was fine, but risking a life ...


    At first, everyone hade simply as spectators, but now they began to respect Harlee.


    He even dared to put his own life in danger.


    This game promised to be electrifying! We bet on the dice.


    Shipley ced his hands on the table, with the voice dyed of expectation.


    Of course! A malicious smile was drawn on Shipley''s lips ....