Carson : The Great Guardian

Chapter 191

The casino atmosphere was noisy, with the sound of falling coins, the clatter of slot machines, gamblers' laughter, and cries of anger at losing. The brightly lit neon lights gave the room a glittering atmosphere. At one of the poker tables, a man with a wrinkled face and stocky build, whose name was Carl, was sitting with a wrinkled face. He was not an ordinary person; he was a mafia chief and the person Carson was looking for.

The mafia chief stared at the cards in his hand in frustration. He was very good at business and cunning in manipulating others, but he was a gambling fool. Everyone knew that except himself.

"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath as he discarded the cards in his hand.

He was losing again like before. Every round of poker, he always felt unlucky. He felt that he was just unlucky, not stupid, at poker. He thought playing poker only relied on luck. These are thoughts that always lead Carl to a destiny of defeat.

At the same table, Carson and his subordinate, Da