In this situation, it's like a sighted person shooting a blind person! How could the Japanese possibly lose?
Finally, the white man retreated in defeat. He wiped his sweat, got up, walked to the back, and whispered a few words to his own men sitting there. Then the white man who was leading the group nodded to Mr. Yang and said, "We're withdrawing." He paused for a moment, then got up and left with his men without speaking to anyone else.
Later I learned that, according to the rules, today's limit was set at one hundred million US dollars. If the Yang family lost, they would have to pay one hundred million US dollars to the families who came to cause trouble. As for how the one hundred million US dollars would be divided among the families, that would depend on their own allocation. Who would get more and who would get less would depend on their performance at the gambling table; the one who performed best would naturally get the biggest share.
But if the Yang family wins... those who come to cause trouble will also have to compensate the Yang family with one hundred million US dollars, which will be shared among these families. As for who pays more and who pays less, that will depend on their performance at the gambling table.
So, even though they came together to cause trouble, they still fought each other at the gambling table.
“Hey, ‘Mr. No-Follower,’ another one’s gone, so it’s just you and me left. If you keep refusing to follow, you’re guaranteed to lose tonight.” Wu Dalang stretched and gave me a disdainful look: “How about it?”
He smiled and arranged the chips in front of him: "I have about a hundred million on the table right now, and you only have less than ten million. How do you want to play?"
At this point, I finally managed a forced smile and said, "Alright, I don't like wasting time either. How about we settle this with one game?"
The Japanese man sneered, "One game to decide the winner?" He said mockingly, "You really are an amateur... You only have less than ten million chips. I have one hundred million! Your bet is much smaller than mine. You put up ten million, so why should I put up one hundred million to decide the winner in one game? That's very unfair."
I chuckled and said, "Okay, then I'll raise the stakes. I'll raise it to one hundred million."
I glanced back at Mr. Yang and said, "Mr. Yang, how about this? I have 90 million less on the table than the other side. I'll pay that 90 million myself. If I lose, I'll bear the loss myself. How about that?"
A strange light flashed in Yang Er's eyes; he was probably quite surprised.
Someone like Yang Er would definitely have thoroughly investigated me before discussing business with me!
I'll pay 90 million myself?
Objectively speaking, I do indeed have protection money income of 100 million yuan from smuggling operations every year in the future... but right now, all my assets combined don't even amount to that much!
The assets left by Eighth Master amounted to only twenty million, which was all the wealth the Big Circle possessed. The first installment of protection money recently paid by the smuggling group was ten million. In addition, Yang Er promised me thirty million in cash as part of this cooperative deal.
I'd say that even if I added up all my assets, I wouldn't have ninety million!
Although Yang Er didn't say anything, he had already signaled to me with his eyes, and the meaning was very clear: you simply can't come up with ninety million.
I smiled and gave Yang Er a firm look.
Yang Er tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mr. Chen Yang, I know you didn't bring much capital with you when you came here to discuss business. How about this, I can lend it to you first. You can pay me back when you get back." He paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, you're representing me in this game. If you win, then the winnings will naturally belong to you."
After saying that, he had his men bring a checkbook, filled it out casually, and had it handed to me. I took the check from his men, but unexpectedly saw that there was also a note that came with the check, which was obviously written by Yang Er just now.
"You don't have 90 million. If you lose, I want Huaxing!"
Upon seeing this sentence, I immediately narrowed my eyes and glanced back at Yang Er, only to find him smiling at me with a relaxed expression.
Hmph, that guy!
Indeed, I lent him this money, and if I lose, I won't be able to pay it back even if I go bankrupt! He suggested Huaxing... good for calculating!
But I didn't care at all!
Since it's a high-stakes gamble, I'm naturally willing to take the plunge!
I took a deep breath, then placed the check on the chips in front of me and looked at the Japanese man opposite me: "Alright, now our stakes are equal, let's begin, let's settle this once and for all, shall we?"
The Japanese man's expression turned cold. He looked at me and slowly said, "You're courting death."
Meanwhile, Pete, the expert from Yang's casino who had been watching from the sidelines, was deathly pale! He looked at me with a surprised and desperate gaze, as if he believed I was doomed to lose!
Just now, the dealer shuffled and checked the cards! Clearly, not only the Japanese player, but also Pete next to him had seen this new deck… Although Pete's card-counting skills weren't as good as the Japanese player's, at least he remembered the initial numbers of this deck…”
Based on the cards he and the Japanese player kept track of... if this round is a one-round showdown... I'm doomed to lose! Because even though the cards haven't been dealt yet, they already know that the cards I get will definitely be lower than the Japanese player's!!
Ignoring the stares of others, I took a deep breath, then slowly unbuttoned my shirt and tugged at the silver chain I always wore around my neck. Two rings were attached to the chain.
I picked one of them... and Yang Wei, at that moment, seemed to smile slightly.
This ring is the eye of the storm.
I put the ring on the middle finger of my left hand in front of everyone, and then laughed loudly, "This is my lucky ring. Wearing it will always bring me good luck."
No one reacted strangely...it's perfectly normal. Even ordinary gamblers often carry amulets or lucky charms. It's just a small habit.
It's a very common, mainstream habit, isn't it?
Only Wu Dalang curled his lip and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, you Chinese are so strange. Do you really think a ring can change anything?" Then he sneered, "What's wrong? Did your lover give you this ring? Or do you think your lover will bless you? Unless your lover is the Virgin Mary. Hahahaha..."
I smiled faintly: "I suppose so."
As soon as I said that, I noticed Yang Wei, who was sitting to my left, slightly change her expression, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. Qiao Qiao, who was sitting next to me, didn't look so good, and even secretly stepped on my foot with her high heel from below.
"Come on!" I put on the ring, feeling refreshed! But at the same time, I also felt a little nervous deep down!
Damn it, I'm gambling with my entire fortune!! Although I'm very confident in the ring's power, what if I lose... damn it, if I lose, I'll be left with nothing!
But the enormous profits right in front of me couldn't help but tempt me!
There's a hundred million dollars on the table! If I win, it's mine!!
Begin dealing the cards!
The room fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense! But I noticed that even the dealer was looking at me with a pitying gaze... well, even he thought I was doomed to lose.
Five rounds of cards have been dealt.
My four face-up cards are A, J, 10, and 9.
With this hand, a straight is hopeless. My best chance, unless my hole card is also an Ace, is that I can only have a pair of Aces.
The Japanese man smiled as he looked at my cards and said coldly, "Hmph, A, J, 10, 9. Kid, your highest hand is only a pair of Aces, but I saw through your hand long ago. Your hole cards aren't even Aces! You only have an 8! You got a terrible hand, which means your highest hand is just an Ace. You're going to lose!"
Indeed, he was right. I glanced at my own hole card, and it was indeed an 8.
The Japanese players' cards were clearly much prettier than mine.
His hand consisted of 10, J, Q, K—a straight!
This guy clearly memorized the entire hand; he didn't even glance at his own hole cards once throughout the entire game! He just played until the very end!
He clearly looked very confident!
The dealer sighed: "Let's talk about the side of things."
Wu Dalang straightened up, looked at me arrogantly, his eyes full of provocation, and raised his chin: "Kid, you see clearly now, I have a straight! Do you still want to decide the winner in one hand?"
After saying that, he pushed all the chips in front of him forward, looking at me coldly: "I'll showhand! Do you still dare to call? Didn't you say it would be a one-shot deal?"
I didn't say anything, but calmly pushed all the chips in front of me out.
At that moment, everyone, including Pete below and the dealer, looked at me like I was a mental patient.
The Japanese man paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, pointing at me and yelling, "Hahaha! Are you really crazy? Damn it, you actually called! What cards do you have? Your hole card is just an 8! Your highest card is only an Ace! What makes you think you can play with me!"
I remained completely calm, staring at him as I gently flipped over my hole card. "Indeed, you're very good at remembering cards, at least you remember mine very accurately. You're right, I only have one hole card, and my highest card is just an Ace. Now, let me see your hole card."
The Japanese man said proudly, "Hmph, I'll make you admit defeat! My hole card is an Ace, and I have a straight! 10, J, Q, K, A!!"
After saying that, he very casually picked up his trump card, flipped it over, and slammed it onto the table with a bang!
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Eighty-Two: Fortune or Misfortune?
"ah……!"
A chorus of exclamations and astonishment erupted around them, and even many Japanese people couldn't help but whisper their surprise.
Wu Dalang looked at me arrogantly: "How about it?"
I suppressed a laugh and looked at him. "Not very good." After a pause, I chuckled and said, "Could you take a look at your hand first?"
"I see..." Wu Dalang was about to say something when he looked down and his expression suddenly changed drastically! He froze and slumped heavily into the chair!
8!!
His hole card wasn't an Ace at all, but just like mine—an 8!
"How could this be! How could this happen?!" Wu Dalang suddenly shouted, "Impossible! My trump card should be an Ace!! I remember it very clearly, I can't be wrong!!"
The dealer, barely suppressing his surprise at my expression, coughed and slowly said, "Excuse me, sir, your hole card is indeed an 8, as everyone has seen."
Qiao Qiao jumped up from her chair with a shout of "Yay!" and pointed at Wu Dalang, laughing, "Hey, what are you spacing out for! It's clear now, our hand is 8, A, J, 10, 9. Your hand is 8, 10, J, Q, K! We both have terrible hands, no straights, no pairs, no three-of-a-kind, nothing! So we'll compare who has the highest single card! Our highest single card is an A! Your highest is only a K! Who's higher, who's lower, is that even a question?! Do you even know how to play cards?!"
The last sentence, "Do you even know how to play cards?" reached Wu Dalang's ears, and his face turned bright red. He almost vomited blood from anger!
He fought his way through the competition, defeating top players from several other casinos, even defeating Pete from the Yang family, enjoying immense success. But in the end, a woman confronted him, asking, "Do you even know how to play cards?"
He was so angry he almost fainted.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!" At this moment, Wu Dalang's expression was like that of a little girl who had just been raped and ravaged by several burly men, his face full of disbelief, shock, despair, resentment, and anger...
"You cheated! You definitely cheated!" He suddenly seemed to have grasped at a straw, pointing at me and shouting frantically, "You cheated!!"
I leaned back in my chair and looked at him coldly: "The dealer dealt the cards, and I didn't touch them at all. Besides, you remember all my cards very clearly, and you even figured out what my hole cards were... The problem isn't with me. It's with you. You miscalculated your own hole cards. Do you think it's my fault?"
Indeed, everyone present was stunned by my final comeback, but judging from the situation, I couldn't possibly have cheated. Because everything clearly showed that Wu Dalang had miscalculated his own hand!
But how could a master gambler who just displayed such superb skills make such a basic mistake?!
Wu Dalang's body trembled, and this time he really fainted. The Japanese behind him quickly swarmed over and tried to carry him away.
Just then, Qiaoqiao's delicate yet sharp voice suddenly shouted, "Stop!!"
Upon hearing this voice, Wu Dalang, who had already fainted, suddenly shuddered and woke up.
Qiaoqiao pointed at him, hands on her hips: "Hey! You think you can just renege on your debt after losing? If you want to leave, take your pants off and walk out yourself! Is this all you Japanese people know how to do?" She then snorted, deliberately feigning disdain: "You Japanese have always had a tradition of being arrogant when you win and reneging on your debts when you lose. Now you're trying that again?"
The Japanese men under Wu Dalang's command were furious and immediately surrounded him, seemingly intending to renege on their debt and leave. But then Wu Dalang suddenly roared in anger, "Baka yarou!!"
He suddenly shoved away several of his men, his face flushed red as he glared at the crowd. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "Bastards! We Yamato people have no cowards!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped the two men who had just restrained him and tried to escape in the chaos several times, making the Japanese men nod and shout "Hi!" repeatedly.
Finally, with an angry expression on his face, Wu Dalang suddenly shouted, then ripped off his belt, quickly took off his pants, and then, with another shout, covered his face, pushed open the door, and ran away.
Everyone in the room was stunned! They never expected that Wu Dalang would actually take off his pants and run out.
In the ensuing silence, Qiaoqiao was the first to speak:
"Holy crap, this guy is wearing red underwear... and it's a thong!!"
Amidst the astonishment, laughter, and shock of the crowd, only Mr. Yang remained calm, gazing at me with a meaningful look...
A very fruitful harvest!
This bet was so unexpected. Because of what Yang Er said before, if we lost, I would take responsibility, but if we won, the money would be mine.