Chapter 917

"Ambience level?" Wilbur scoffed and counterattacked with a punch of his own. With a loud explosion, a turbulent flow of spiritual energy erupted in the room, rippling in all directions. "As expected. I was not wrong to say that you're a cultivator, right?" Samson said coldly. Wilbur asked, "Does being a cultivator necessarily mean that I cheated?" "If not? What is your purpose here at the casino?" Samson asked. Wilbur chuckled and said, "Can't a cultivator just play a hand or two? What a joke." "This is the rule of the casino," Samson said. Wilbur scoffed coldly. "That is your rule. My rule is that I'll do what I want to do." "Nonsense. Bill, take him down. Let him know what the consequences of cheating in a casino are!" Samson barked. Bill yelled and the spiritual energy in him concentrated in his hands, forming a long sword. He then aimed a slash at Wilbur. As the sword came slashing down, an overbearing force of spiritual pressure rippled toward Wilbur. The wo