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This was Volume 2. The conclusion. The first half of the year had been a slow bleed of bad luck and worse decisions. Now, he was at the final chapter.

The neon sign of the "Emerald Den" flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Krit’s sweat-slicked forehead. He looked at the PDF file on his phone—a scanned deed to his family’s warehouse—and then at the mountain of chips in the center of the table. This was Volume 2

The silence that followed was deafening. Pon’s smile didn’t just fade; it vanished. Now, he was at the final chapter

He didn’t look at his cards again. He knew what he had. More importantly, he knew what Pon thought he had. The silence that followed was deafening

Krit’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He slowly turned over his cards. A 7 and an 8 of diamonds. Combined with the 9, 10, and Jack on the board, it was a straight.

He walked out into the cool Bangkok night, not looking back. He had gone all in, and for the first time in his life, he was walking away a free man.