Chapter 113: Raking in Tens of Billions
Chu Feng’s aggressive playstyle left many people staring at each other in bewilderment.
Although they were all wealthy and a few tens of billions wasn’t a crippling loss, Chu Feng’s behavior thoroughly annoyed them.
"Didn’t I just say it? We’re all here to gamble. When you’re feeling it, you bet a little more. Is there a problem with that?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.
The expressions of the Masters of Thousand Techniques serving the various tycoons turned grim.
Chu Feng’s call had instantly put them in an impossible situation.
If they called, they might have to throw in tens of billions more. It would be fine if they won, but if they lost, they’d be ruined!
If they didn’t, the billions they’d already bet would be gone for nothing.
"I fold!"
"I fold, too!"
Soon, some of the Masters of Thousand Techniques chose to fold. The game was long; there was no need to get hot-headed over a single moment.
The biggest taboo in gambling is getting emotional. Once you lose your cool and get hot-headed, it’s easy to end up ruined.
"You!" Liu Song’s Master of Thousand Techniques was so angry his face turned livid.
The amount was too large, so large that for a moment, he didn’t know what to do.
The feeling was utterly infuriating, an unbearable sense of frustration.
Finally, after getting a nod of approval from Liu Song, he made his decision.
"I’ll see you!" Liu Song’s Master of Thousand Techniques declared.
Another ten billion was thrown in. The pot now held a total of 31 billion.
Chu Feng said unhurriedly, "Then show your cards."
The opponent revealed his hand.
A, A, A!
Three aces.
The onlookers gasped in surprise when they saw this.
"Whoa, with a hand that good, no wonder he dared to bet ten billion! Impressive!"
"You have to respect that skill!"
The surrounding Masters of Thousand Techniques were all impressed, as they had no idea when the man had switched his cards.
Seeing this, Zhao Liu’s expression stiffened.
’This hand... we just threw away ten billion. It’s all gone down the drain.’
However, Chu Feng remained unhurried, still wearing a smile, looking completely confident.
No one understood how he could still be smiling.
"Kid, what are you smiling about? Scared stupid? Show your cards!" the Master of Thousand Techniques across from him said, his face cold.
Chu Feng revealed his cards one by one.
2, 3, 5.
"???"
A wave of question marks filled everyone’s minds.
"Holy shit!" someone couldn’t help but curse out loud.
"No way! How could this happen?"
"Is this for real? If it is, that’s just insane!"
Many in the crowd gasped and broke into discussion.
Because Chu Feng’s hand was, in this game, arguably the smallest possible.
In any other situation, it would be an instant loss.
But against three aces, it became the highest hand.
Therefore, the winner of this hand was Chu Feng!
Zhao Liu, whose face had been stiff just a moment ago, broke into a wide grin upon seeing this.
He clapped Chu Feng on the shoulder and said, "You’re the man!"
When the Master of Thousand Techniques across the table saw Chu Feng’s cards, he slammed the table in anger and roared, "You cheated, you little shit!"
His expression was so ferocious he looked like he was about to eat someone.
Immediately, Liu Song’s men surged forward, all of them looking hostile.
"Young man, you dare to pull tricks in here?" Liu Song said coldly from across the table.
The probability of a 2-3-5 going up against three aces was incredibly small, because most people would immediately fold a 2-3-5.
But not only did Chu Feng get this hand, he also managed to go up against three aces with it.
It was hard not to suspect cheating.
However, Chu Feng seemed to have expected this reaction.
He said calmly, "Then go ahead and check. If you can find any proof that I cheated, I’ll accept any punishment you want."
Seeing this, Zhao Liu also slammed the table and said furiously, "You’re all experts in this field. If he really cheated, couldn’t you see it? Are you blind?"
"From the very beginning, from the moment the cards were dealt, did Chu Feng ever even touch them?"
Faced with Zhao Liu’s furious questioning, everyone fell silent, hesitating to speak.
Everyone thought back and realized it was true. Chu Feng hadn’t touched the cards after they were dealt.
’Cheating without even touching the cards? Who could possibly do that? The only other possibility would be the dealer.’
But for every hand, both the deck and the dealer were rotated.
Thus, after being questioned like that, everyone was left speechless.
"Alright, we’re all here to make money. Harmony brings wealth," Liu Song said, stepping in to act as a peacemaker.
Since Liu Song himself had spoken, the others had nothing more to say.
"Do you still want to play? If we continue, I’m afraid you might not have enough money to lose," Chu Feng said.
In fact, he was genuinely worried about this. He possessed the Immortal Dao Inheritance, and everyone on the other side had already been punished by him.
’Every single one of them is cursed with terrible luck. They want to beat me? They couldn’t win even if they cheated.’
"Heh, this amount of money is nothing. Let’s continue," Liu Song said with a laugh.
In truth, he was extremely unwilling to let it go. If Zhao Liu hadn’t been there, Chu Feng would likely have been torn to pieces by now.
"Are you sure? Don’t come crying to me later, accusing me of cheating and bullying you," Chu Feng said coolly. He didn’t really want to play anymore.
In that last hand alone, after deducting the principal, he had won 20 billion!
Splitting it with Zhao Liu, his share would be 12 billion.
He already had so much money. In Chu Feng’s eyes, it was enough to last for a good while.
The money was quickly transferred to Zhao Liu’s account. Zhao Liu then split the money according to their agreed-upon ratio: four parts for himself, six for Chu Feng.
Su Miaoke, who was in the middle of enjoying a fine meal, saw the text message notification and was completely dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Twelve billion, plus the previous 6.6 billion, brought the total to 18.6 billion. And she already had 600 million in the account.
In that instant, Su Miaoke found herself in possession of 19.2 billion!
That was more than ten times the entire market value of the Su Group!
"Once you’re at the gambling table, winning and losing are left to fate. No one will blame anyone," Liu Song said, and the others nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, let’s continue," Chu Feng said.
Zhao Liu’s grin was so wide he could barely close his mouth. He desperately wanted Chu Feng to keep playing.
He himself had already made over ten billion by now. The feeling was absolutely incredible.
In the following games, Chu Feng wasn’t as aggressive as before, and he appropriately let the others display some of their skills.
As a result, by the time the game went on until the early morning, Liu Song had basically won back all the money he had lost.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng had earned another 20 billion. After splitting it with Zhao Liu, it was another 12 billion deposited into the account.
As for Su Miaoke, she had long since gotten used to it. The money was like a string of numbers, and it no longer fazed her in the slightest.