Chapter 327: Has the Gambling Sage Lost His Mind?

Asher Jauncy didn't raise his voice, yet every word landed like a sledgehammer, smashing straight into Drake Goulty's chest. Drake froze. His gaze went slack as he stared at the Royal Flush on the table. A full thirty seconds passed. Then, as if he'd snapped, he tore free of the bodyguards behind him and lunged at the gaming table. "Impossible! That's impossible!" He roared himself hoarse, all trace of a so-called Gambling Sage's dignity gone. "How could you not be under my control? I clearly...