The Peremptory Casey Davies

Chapter 301 Win the Game

Abel glanced at Casey with a sneer and said, "It seems that Mr. Dexter is very confident in you, but I

don't know how he will feel when you lose this game."

Casey just snorted and didn't say a word. He would bear Abel for a while now, and then teach him how

to behave later.

Dexter and Jason gambled three hundred million, which still surprised Casey. However, since the bet

had already been made, then Casey couldn't make Jason feel better.

Seeing Casey not speaking, Abel believed that Casey wouldn't dare to win because his wife was

caught, and he looked more arrogant.

They began to play chess, and everyone in the room fell silent.

Although Scarlett and the player from C City were also competing for the third place, everyone still paid

more attention to the match between Casey and Abel.

Casey didn't launch a fierce offensive against Abel at the beginning. On the contrary, he chose a more

conservative approach, which seemed quite common and had no characteristics.

Seeing Casey choose this way, Abel already thought that he was destined to win this time. From the

very beginning of Casey's first step, he was destined to have no chance of a comeback.

Devil was in the details. In the duel between the master chess players, the competition was all about

the details. A small omission may lead to the failure of the entire game.

Although Abel's chess skill was not as good as that of Casey, his level was among the younger

generation and was also an outstanding chess player. As Casey used this kind of regular way, it was

for him to win.

Everyone was also a little puzzled. Before, Casey always used some crisp and sharp way, and often

could make unexpected situations. But in the final finals, he played chess in a common way.

Could it be true that Abel's level was higher than Casey, so he suppressed Casey as soon as the game

began?

Halfway through, everyone shook their heads, believing that Casey could not win.

"Casey's way is too ordinary, even I can see what his next step is. It's halfway through the game, and it

will be very difficult for him to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat."

"It's a pity. I thought that the champion this time would belong to Casey. He was so amazing before. I

didn't expect that his performance in the final is so bad, which is really disappointing."

"Maybe it's that Abel's level is higher than him. He can't display his amazing strength. We

overestimated him before."

...

Both Dexter and Jason were also staring at the game intently. Dexter frowned. He was a little nervous

at this time. Although Casey sent him a message at that time, telling him that he would win, but looking

at the situation on the chessboard now, it didn't seem like Casey would win.

Could it be that Casey was bought by Jason and sent that message to him on purpose?

An uneasy premonition rose in Dexter's heart. If that was the case, then he would have lost a lot of

money this time.

Jason looked at Casey's declining, and the triumph on his face was even more obvious. After turning

his head to look at Dexter, he said, "Mr. Dexter, it seems that your one-tenth of your share may not be

able to be kept. Thank you for your generosity."

Dexter snorted coldly, and said, "The final result has not come out. Don't be proud too early. At Casey's

level, he will never lose to Abel."

Jason sneered and said, "Casey's level is indeed higher than Abel, but at this time the game is over

half. Casey's moves in chess are too ordinary to be compared with Abel. At least, in this round, he is

not able to win."

Dexter took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, did not speak, but continued to stare at the

situation on the court.

Abel made a move and looked up at Casey. His eyes were full of mockery. Although he wasn't able to

beat Casey by his own strength, but as long as the surrounding audience thought he had won, he was

better than Casey.

Casey also looked up at Abel at this time, and a joking smile slowly appeared on his cold face.

When Abel saw Casey's smile, he suddenly got nervous. For some unaccountable reason, he

instinctively felt that there was an infinite crisis in Casey's smile.

What did this guy show such a smile at this time? No matter how, he couldn't win this game. Why was

he laughing?

Abel felt uneasy, but soon he calmed down, thinking that Casey was just bluffing. The game had

progressed to such a point that Casey could no longer win.

"Well, no matter how you laugh, it's impossible for you to change the ending. You are lost!" Abel gritted

his teeth.

Casey stared at the chessboard. He was quite satisfied with the situation on the chessboard at this

time. Others might think that he could not win this game, but in Casey's view, the highlights were just

beginning.

He picked up a piece and landed on the chessboard. Abel's disdainful look suddenly froze after seeing

Casey's move.

'Why did he place the piece here? Presumably, he should follow my rhythm. Was there any use for him

to make this move?' thought Abel.

Not only was Abel puzzled, but even the surrounding audience was dumbfounded. They had never

seen such a movie in chess.

Abel went on to make a move, and Casey's move was still beyond Abel's expectation.

Abel suddenly felt anxious, what on earth did Casey want to do? Could it be that he did it deliberately in

order to lose the game?

Abel could only follow his original rhythm step by step, while Casey started his unpredictable moves,

which was completely unpredictable. The most important thing was that Casey's move in chess was

peculiar, but it echoed the previous layout, which made Abel have no chance of winning at all.

Almost twenty minutes later, Abel stared at the chessboard with astonishment. He didn't expect that

Casey turned the situation of no doubt losing. Now the one who would definitely lose was Abel.

"This... how is this possible? Why was there such a move in chess? It is beyond the level of human

intelligence. How could he..." Abel began to tremble.

Casey made a move again, looked at Abel, smiled and said, "It's your turn."

Abel kept holding a chess piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard, trembling. Casey smiled,

then picked up a chess piece and threw it into the sky. Unexpectedly, that chess piece fell on a position

on the chessboard, and was not even bounced.

"You lost," Casey said.

At this time, the referee also stood up and announced, "Casey vs. Abel, Casey wins. It took two hours

and forty-two minutes!"

The audience clapped and cheered.

Casey was in the downwind at the beginning and reversed later, which shocked the audience. Every

step in the early stage seemed so ordinary, but in the later stage, every step before became a

foreshadowing, which made people unpredictable and unable to guard against it.

It' was like some artists' paintings. The painting was just a mass of dirty ink. Everyone couldn't

understand it, thinking it was a bad painting. But once the artist put a specific color of powder on the

painting, when the powder and ink were combined, one stunning painting would be born in front of

people.

Casey looked quite average at the front, just to prepare for the surprise behind, and Abel really thought

that Casey didn't dare to win at all.

Abel stared at Casey dully, and muttered, "You...how can you win? Don't you care about your wife?"

Casey smiled and glanced at him, and said, "So, you are admitting that you caught my wife, right?"

The expression on Abel's face changed, and he shut up quickly, not daring to speak any more.

Not far away, Dexter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Casey won, while Jason on the side was

stiff. He didn't expect this result in today's game.

"Damn guy, doesn't he care his wife?" Jason murmured.

At this moment Casey on the stage looked towards him with a trace of murderous in his eyes. When

Jason came into contact with Casey's gaze, he trembled.

Casey walked to the host, took the microphone, looked at everyone, and said loudly, "Now you have

seen the result of the game, so is it time for Mr. Jason to carry out his promise. Three hundred million

dollars. It is a large amount of money."

Everyone immediately started booing and asked Jason to pay Dexter.

Dexter turned his head to look at Jason, smiled and said, "Mr. Jason, it's time for you to fulfill your bet. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

If you can't transfer 300 million dollars to me, you may not be able to get out of QY Chess Club."