Chapter 780

• “My God, I actually pulled back my fifty grand bet with my own hand. I could’ve made a million, and now I only get twenty-five grand. I’m freaking doomed!”
• “Heh-heh, fellas, shouldn’t the real question be how he hit thirty-eight three times in a row? Or that bastard Curtis trying to smear this amazing guy from the East because he wants to back out?”
• White, yellow, black—it didn’t matter. Right now, they were all gamblers, all standing on the same side as Tyler Glisson.