I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Things shouldn't happen more than three times.

Who is Song Shao?
In full view of everyone, aren't you shameless?

A true man is one who does what he knows to be impossible.

So even though he knew the other party was using a provocation tactic and that their trump cards were definitely not bad, Song Shao still chose to accept the challenge.

"and."

A single, simple word ignited the entire audience.

As ten chips were thrown into the pool, everyone's breathing became heavy and their hearts pounded with excitement.

Both sides are all in.

Horse racing!

"Mr. Jiang, let's open the cards."

Zhong Tingwang seemed to be provoked by the other party's "arrogance." This time, he did not try to dissuade him. Beneath his calm face, a sinister smile was hidden from others.

"I'm so sorry."

Boss Jiang reached out, pinched a corner of the playing card, and casually revealed the bottom card.

"hiss--"

A sudden chorus of gasps filled the air!
"It's actually A!"

Anyone who knows Texas Hold'em knows how valuable a pair of Aces is. After confirming Boss Jiang's hand, a group of gambling bigwigs all turned their gazes to the other side, their expressions filled with emotion, regret, and sympathy.

I thought going all in was a reckless move, but it turns out they actually had a strong hand.

Song Shao was a man of the world. Seeing someone throw out a pair of Aces, he remained calm and didn't even flinch. Then, under the curious and expectant gazes of everyone, he slowly reached out and revealed his own hand.

Two of Spades, Two of Clubs.

It's a pair of 2?!

The scene instantly erupted in uproar!

I thought that since both sides dared to go all in, they must have some serious tricks up their sleeves, but who knew the cards would turn out so coincidentally!
They are all in pairs.

But the meanings are worlds apart!
One side is a top pair, and the other side is a bottom pair!
Texas Hold'em is so popular that it has become a global form of gambling and has even been incorporated into competitive sports because of its endless variations.

Just like Mr. Jiang said, there is no such thing as an absolutely bad hand.

It doesn't matter if you have a weak hand; the flop, turn, and river can turn the tide.

What's truly frightening is encountering the worst-case scenario.

—Just like the current situation.

Even if you have the same hand, if your hand is weak, your disadvantage will be magnified and your chances of winning will be compressed to the extreme. You either need to be able to play a 2 next, get a three of a kind, and at the same time, you can't play the opponent's Ace.

So when Jiang, who didn't know how he lost, saw Song Chaoge's trump card, his smile widened even more.

"What a coincidence! It's truly fate."

As a seasoned enthusiast, Song Shao was hardly bothered by such a verbal attack. However, his ability to remain calm at this moment was truly extraordinary.
"Brother Jiang, aren't you laughing too soon? In Dou Dizhu (a card game), my 2 is bigger than your Ace."

Although his win rate was almost zero, Song Shao's demeanor still won over the onlookers.

At this point, it's hard to believe that many people can still crack a joke.

Why can't it be opened?

It's just a little money loss.

It's not like it's the first time I've lost.

Actually, it's not hard to understand why Song Shao could remain calm if you put yourself in his shoes, but Zhong Tingwang's reaction is quite intriguing.

Song Chaoge gambled with money, but he didn't necessarily have to pay for everything himself; at most, he would add a bit of face-saving.

But what about him?

He wasn't risking his life or fortune, but he was betting his entire future on it.

Even the most resilient person would panic in the face of such a high odds of losing; that's human nature. But he remained calm and composed, sitting there without even lifting his buttocks.

Something's not right.

Zhong Xiaoye's unusual behavior was keenly noticed by He Yihui.

"Something's not right?"

Mr. Jiang asked casually, seemingly blinded by the fact that the situation was already decided.

He Yihui glanced at the cards on both sides, and then stated bluntly, "He's not afraid at all."

When she got a pair of Aces, He Yihui wasn't actually surprised, because while pairing Aces was certainly advantageous, there were countless examples of losing in horse racing, and this happened every day in casinos like Macau.

However, the opponent's hole card is a pair of 2s, which greatly increases the value of the pair of Aces. If the win rate of a pair of Aces against other card types is 70%, then against a pair, the win rate can reach 90%.

With a 10% chance of winning, even the God of Gamblers would be flustered and anxious sitting here, right?

"What's the use of being afraid?"

Boss Jiang's explanation is reasonable. He's already thrown away all his chips and revealed all his cards. The outcome is unchangeable anyway, so at least he's saved face. He might lose the game, but he won't lose face.

"But what makes him dare to go all in against number 2?"

He Yihui's question left Boss Jiang speechless for a moment.

Yes.

He got a pair of Aces, so going all in is reasonable, but what about the pair of 2s?

Did Liang Jingru give you the courage?

"Didn't you check your license plate?"

Mr. Jiang belatedly realized that something was wrong.

"The fact that the cards are fine doesn't mean you can't cheat."

He Yihui remained calm and observed the dealer, who kept his eyes straight ahead and showed no sign of anything amiss.

"Open the cards."

Zhong Tingwangdao's voice was calm and steady.

The dealer turns over the three community cards in turn.

"A! Sanjo!"

"It's over."

"Going all in on 2 was too impulsive."

……

That's right.

The card was flipped over and it turned out to be an Ace!

This gave Boss Jiang's strategy against A a significant boost, creating three lines!

Sighs rose and fell; even though the turn and river cards were still to come, the gambling tycoons present seemed to have already foreseen the final outcome.

One side has three Aces, and the other side has a pair of 2s.

Is there still any suspense?
If the win rate against A was 9% just now, then adding another A will cause the win rate to skyrocket to 99.999999%!

He Yihui was quite surprised to find an Ace on the cover, and wondered if she was being paranoid.

Mr. Jiang's worries vanished completely, and he smiled broadly.

"Young Master Song, your courage is admirable. You even dare to use 2 to race against time, but sorry, I am a solo king."

He Yihui turned her head, her doubts resurfacing.

Not right.

Solo King.

The king of one-on-one duels.

It's understandable to mock your opponent when you're confident of victory, but is he really that arrogant?

He Yihui's sense of unease grew stronger. Her eyes swept over the spirited Boss Jiang, the sullen Zhong Xiaoye, and the elegant Song Chaoge beside her. She felt that something was off about each of them.

"Aren't there two cards left? Brother Jiang, opening champagne at the halfway point is a cardinal sin in warfare. It seems you haven't been to the casino enough, otherwise you would understand this principle."

"Young Master Song, I have three Aces, aren't you going to give up?"

Even Mr. Jiang was a little helpless.

"If I win, can you take the cards?"

No.

They've already bet so much, and they're still not satisfied? They have to keep adding more prizes?
However, compared to losing 100 million, eating playing cards is a much greater deterrent to these two.

But faced with such a provocation, even the seemingly invincible Boss Jiang hesitated.

The spectators on the sidelines were getting impatient, practically shouting: "If you won't eat it, I will!"
The situation is now clear: the only way for a pair of 2s to survive is for both the turn and river cards to be 2s.

It's not impossible, but it's practically a miracle.

Perhaps Mr. Jiang was an extremely meticulous person, so even though the other party could only pray for a miracle, he did not rashly agree to the temporary terms. Without further ado and to avoid wasting time, he said to the dealer, "Open the cards."

Even though the outcome was already decided and everyone agreed, everyone's eyes were still drawn to the turn card that the dealer had flipped over.

"what?!"

"It's really a 2?!"

"Could it be...? Could it be...?"

The seasoned veterans were deeply moved upon seeing the unveiling of Cube 2.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

The scene became noisy. Boss Jiang didn't panic. He turned his card and played a 2. Hmm, the opponent was quite lucky, but it was obvious which was stronger, three Aces or three 2s.

He remains undefeated.

"Brother Jiang, did you see that?"

After the turn card revealed a 2, Song Shao smiled and then pointed his finger towards the sky above the gambling table.

Nothing at all.

Only the palace lamps hanging from the ceiling.

"See what?"

"Lady Luck".

Upon hearing this, Boss Jiang chuckled and said, "Young Master Song, this isn't a game of Dou Dizhu. My three Aces can still beat your three 2s."

The other person ignored his well-intentioned reminder, saying, "Well, three 2s can't beat three Aces, but what if it's a bomb?"

"bomb?"

Boss Jiang laughed heartily, "You mean you can get the last 2?"

"If there's a chance it will happen, then it can happen. In gambling, you have to believe in the power of belief."

Such composure would make anyone who didn't know better think that they were the ones who had the upper hand.

"Then, Young Master Song, let's unveil the plaque."

Mr. Jiang didn't take it seriously.

He Yihui's gaze was already fixed on the final river card. Unlike Boss Jiang's relaxed demeanor, she had a vague premonition that she might witness a miracle today.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, the dealer, with meticulous attention to detail and exceptional professionalism, flipped over the final river card with precise and steady movements.

——Two of Hearts!

A miracle really happened!

Where is the applause?
There was no applause.

The VIP lounge was eerily quiet.

Everyone's pupils dilated, and they stood there dumbfounded.

The three Aces were actually reversed and eaten raw?

Looking at the dazzling red heart 2, Boss Jiang's smile slowly disappeared.

The unpredictable premonition came true, but He Yihui didn't slam her fist on the table in anger. Instead, someone else finally lost their composure.

It was naturally Zhongtingwang who had been holding back all game.

He practically sprang up from the chair like a spring, then tugged at his collar, clearly enduring considerable hardship.

"boom!"

His laughter was wild, and the glint in his eyes was even more wild and manic. He leaned on the gambling table, his upper body slightly hunched over. This was not respect; it was more like the posture of a wild beast poised to pounce.

He stared at Boss Jiang.

"A bomb is coming!"

Seeing the silent Boss Jiang, a sense of instinctive danger pulled Young Master Xiang back from his astonishment at the miracle, and he subconsciously backed away.

This is not cowardice.

This has clearly caused psychological trauma.

of course.

It wasn't that Boss Jiang was ruthless; although Young Master Xiang suffered a great deal and the past was unbearable to recall, at least he was able to start anew.

Not everyone has the chance to start over.

"you……"

He Yihui, who had actually been given a bomb, was about to speak when someone grabbed her wrist under the table.

She meant it was self-evident.

Two 2s were drawn in a row, which is every reason to suspect cheating.

But someone wouldn't let her speak.

Although she didn't know why, He Yihui immediately closed her lips.

"Brother Jiang, you've lost."

As the protagonist, Song Chaoge staged a stunning comeback in front of the Asian gambling world, but he remained much calmer. He didn't flutter excitedly like the birds around him, and even his tone of voice remained relatively calm.

Mr. Jiang's expression relaxed. "Good fortune doesn't always favor the same person. Young Master Song, we're even."

The two looked at each other across the gambling table, and then smiled knowingly at the same time.

He Yihui seemed to understand something, and with her wrist being held, she poked someone's thigh with her other hand.

The martial arts world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions.

"Young Master Song has won, Mr. Jiang. Shouldn't we honor our agreement?"

The bet was renamed an agreement.

It's all about putting pressure on people.

And what was the purpose of summoning so many witnesses in such a grand manner?
Zhongtingwang was just worried that some little rascals would lose and then refuse to admit defeat.

But is Boss Jiang a man who breaks his promises and gets rich quick?
He even kept his promise and brought back the Imperial Seal of the State.

"Yes, I lost."

Without questioning or showing any resentment, Boss Jiang openly and frankly admitted his defeat in public.

Zhong Tingwang's face lit up with joy, and he became even more impatient, "What about the gambling licenses?"

Boss Jiang cracked his neck, then looked around. "Where's Brother Bai?"

That's right.

Where is Bai Haoran?

"there."

Don't misunderstand.

Bai Haoran said those words. The betting game was over, the results were revealed, and Boss Jiang lost before he walked in.

Everyone turned their heads, and then they were all stunned.

Bai Haoran wasn't the only one who walked in; he was accompanied by two mainland police officers.

That's right.

police.

He was openly dressed in a mainland uniform, wearing a hat, with a cold and serious expression.

Ignoring a large group of influential figures in Asia, they headed straight for the arrogant and smug Zhong Tingwang, following Bai Haoran's suggestion.

pity.

My date today isn't Kim Joo-hyun.

Otherwise, if Kim Joo-hyun were here, she would definitely recognize these two police officers. Aren't they the same two she bumped into when she knocked on the door of 2222 yesterday? They've just changed their leather jackets into work uniforms, and one of them is her die-hard fan.

"What are you doing? Who let you in?!"

Zhongtingwang frowned and reprimanded him.

Also.

who is he.

"Zhong Xiaoye, right?"

The two police officers who had come all the way from the mainland knew exactly who he was. The one with thick eyebrows and big eyes from last night showed his identification, looking completely different from when he met his idol last night; he was now imposing and dignified.
"Police officers from Xidan Police Station, Lianhua District, Wenzhou City, you are suspected of multiple illegal and criminal activities, including operating a casino, provoking trouble, extortion, intentional injury, and illegal wealth accumulation. You are now being detained in accordance with the law!"

Those charges are not surprising.

Just the police station? Police officers?
The onlookers were completely bewildered.

Are you kidding me?

Zhong Tingwang was taken aback, then sneered and spoke the thoughts of everyone.

"Stay in place, raise your hands above your head, slowly turn around, do not try to hide anything, do not provoke others verbally, and do not make any dangerous moves!"

To everyone's surprise, the police officer was very decisive, placing his hand on her lower back while issuing a warning.

"Do you know..."

Zhong Tingwang's expression was cold and arrogant, looking down on everything, but before he could finish speaking, the sound of neat and rapid footsteps rang out.

"Da da da……"

A large group of burly men in black uniforms and full of armor rushed in, their guns pointed at Zhong Tingwang.

"Put your hands behind your head and squat down!"

These people were familiar with the young master.

The Flying Tigers.

Zhongtingwang, now locked in by a row of gun barrels, lost his smile.

"Officer, I'm a good person."

Young Master Song couldn't sit still any longer. There was no way around it; they were too damn close. Seemingly worried about being accidentally hurt, he quickly stood up and raised his hand to signal.

"puff."

Miss He finally couldn't hold back anymore. (End of Chapter)