Chapter 279 - Finally, someone stopped my luck!

Damon rested his elbows on the blackjack table with an almost offensive nonchalance, as if he were in a regular tavern betting small change and not sitting in front of a stack of chips that, at that point, already represented a small fortune. The dealer dealt the cards with the mechanical precision of someone trained not to show emotion, but there was a slight delay in the movements—almost imperceptible—that betrayed the growing discomfort. Damon picked up his cards, analyzed them for less than a second, and simply made a calm gesture with his hand. "I stand." The player next to him drew another card… busted. Another tried to play it safe… lost. Damon turned over his cards. Twenty-one.