Chapter 82

• We went back to our room after the last game.
• Of course, Tyler won and ended up beating each of those old men who mocked me because I couldn’t win. That I don’t even know how to play that damned kind of gambling. It seems like he was just beating around the bush and letting them win for a few games just to tease them and slap them with the truth that they can laugh as much as they want—but the last laugh would always be coming from us.
• And yet, even with those losses, he still ended up getting all their money with his consecutive winning.