C18 CHAPTER 18

Not bothered by the gaze he was getting from them, he continued staring at the table filled with cards and poker chips.

"Real men don't gamble, right?" Brock asked, pushing his chair backward as he rose.

"Yeah." He nodded, affirming his earlier words.

"Why don't you say you don't know how to gamble?" A man from the table shot at him. With the way he was glaring at him