Chapter 320
Chapter 320:
With that in mind, he steeled himself, forcing his nerves to settle as he struggled to keep up with the score.
Still, even the most seasoned players falter, especially in a high-stakes game where every throw demands razor-sharp focus.
Inevitably, Hamza’s confidence wavered, and with a single misstep, Ashton seized the lead, surging ahead.
Ashton, calm and steady, relentlessly delivered dart after dart, each one hitting the bullseye with unerring precision.
Hamza’s face darkened with a mix of rage and desperation, but to protect the casino’s image, he swallowed his fury and resorted to covert dirty tricks.
As the final round approached, Hamza clenched his teeth in determination and secretly swapped his dart for one with altered weight. Under mounting pressure, he managed to land a bullseye.
This was his ace in the hole, his notorious signature trick known as the “Dragon’s Spin.”
Hamza’s dart didn’t just strike the bullseye; it forcefully knocked several of Ashton’s darts from the center, sending them clattering to the floor.
According to the rules, the final score would be tallied only after all rounds concluded.
With Ashton’s score now obliterated, Hamza’s weighted, angled throw made it nearly impossible for Ashton to land another bullseye.
Pleased with his underhanded move, Hamza sneered smugly, “Kid, you’re still too wet behind the ears to go up against me. Let’s see how you plan to weasel your way out of this one!”
The thugs surrounding Ashton, witnessing Hamza’s crafty move, erupted in mockery and admiration.
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“As expected! That move was a stroke of genius. No way you pull that off without a decade of practice!”
“Hey, didn’t you have a lot of bravado earlier? Well, Hamza’s about to show you what it means to cough up every dime you thought you’d won!”
The onlookers, their faces etched with incredulity, watched in muted awe as if they had foreseen the inevitable outcome of the game.
Ashton’s position seemed increasingly precarious. Despite his previous impeccable performance, where each dart had struck true, his current predicament appeared grim.
With all his darts dislodged and his score reset to zero, Ashton was left in a dire situation.
Meanwhile, several of Hamza’s darts remained strategically lodged near the bullseye, preserving his advantage.
Despite Ashton’s remarkable skill, it appeared utterly inconceivable that he could surpass Hamza’s score at this point.
Yet, could the situation truly be so straightforward?
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