Chapter 8: A Therapy Tool!
"Hey..." Silver took a step forward and smirked behind the mask. He tapped the stone in his hand lightly. "Don’t cry if you lose. It’s just money."
Matthew didn’t react. He stared at the stone in his hand. The stone was still heavy worse, watching it gave him this eerie feeling as if, he was watching some horror film.
"Hey. That’s enough. He’s just a kid. No need to provoke him."A middle-aged man from the onlookers frowned and stepped closer.
Then another bystander chimed in. "Yeah, but that’s just how Silver is. He always does this to newcomers."
That immediately got Matthew’s attention. This man named Silver told him earlier that he was a newcomer as well. Ottep was right. This man’s a scammer!
The first man nodded. "This is his usual play. Bait the fresh ones into stupid bets. Then take their money clean."
"Has he ever lost?" someone whispered.
"Nope," someone else answered. "Never. Especially when the other party’s new. It’s all part of his plan."
"Why doesn’t the management stop it?" the first man asked.
A woman shook her head. "They can’t. Silver doesn’t break any rules. He never forces anyone. It’s just betting. Nothing illegal."
Matthew listened without looking at them. His heart pounded, but he didn’t show it. Still, he knew that it wasn’t pounding because of those words but because of the rock that he chose. There was just something about it... something about it seemed really weird.