You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The Poseidon, top deck, main control room.

The huge screen wall is divided into hundreds of images, showing every corner of the cruise ship.

The largest screen in the very center was directly facing the chaotic gambling table in the casino lobby.

A middle-aged man with a robust build, wearing a dark red silk bathrobe, sat quietly on a leather sofa.

He is the absolute mastermind of the "Poseidon" and one of the behind-the-scenes giants of the Golden House, Zhao Tai.

He held a freshly lit premium Cuban cigar between his fingers, the smoke swirling around him, yet unable to conceal the sinister glint in his eyes.

On the screen, Lin Chen's words, "I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might win against your broken ship," came through clearly.

Zhao Tai paused.

Instead of angrily crushing the cigar, he slowly pressed the expensive cigar into the crystal ashtray, grinding it vigorously until the embers were completely extinguished and it turned into a puddle of black ash.

The temperature in the air seemed to have vanished along with that tiny spark.

"Boss..."

The casino manager stumbled in, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his voice trembling.

"That...that kid is too weird! Our dealers can't control the game at all, is he cheating?"

"Deqian?"

Zhao Tai slowly turned his head, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Cheating on my Zhao Tai's ship?"

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the brightly lit casino below, his eyes like those of someone looking at ants in a petri dish.

"No, that's not cheating."

"That's a true master."

The casino manager trembled with fear and dared not utter another word.

A bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Zhao Tai's eyes, and he licked his lips.

"Interesting. It's been a long time since I've seen such an arrogant prey."

He picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, his voice icy and chilling.

"Let the 'ghost hand' pass."

"Tell him I want to see this man bankrupt and crawling out of the hall."

"yes!"

……

Casino lobby.

Lin Chen's highly provocative words brought the frenzied atmosphere in the hall to its peak.

Just then, the crowd that had been completely blocked off automatically parted to make way for them.

An elderly man, dressed in a black Tang suit, with gray hair and a thin frame, walked in step by step with his hands behind his back.

He walked very slowly, each step as if measured with a ruler, with absolute precision.

Those exposed hands were so pale they were devoid of any color, their nails were neatly trimmed, and they had a sickly sheen from years of soaking in medicine.

"It's...it's 'Demon Hand'!"

In the crowd, a well-traveled and wealthy man cried out in alarm, his voice filled with fear.

"The Southeast Asian gambling king, 'Ghost Hand'! Legend has it that he debuted thirty years ago and has never lost a bet. Anyone who cheats against him will have their hands crippled by his own hands!"

"What is he doing here?"

"This is going to be interesting! This young man has really messed up!"

Amid the discussions, the gazes of all the gamblers instantly shifted from their fervent adoration of Lin Chen to a complex mix of sympathy and schadenfreude.

In their view, Lin Chen's legend as the God of Gamblers had come to an end.

Su Qingge's heart jumped into her throat.

She could sense the chilling, murderous aura emanating from the old man known as "Ghost Hand," a man who seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Just when all the attention was focused on "Ghost Hand".

Lin Chen held Su Qingge's hand and lightly tapped the back of her hand a few times with his fingertips, almost imperceptibly.

That was the Morse code they had agreed upon beforehand.

The operation begins.

Su Qingge felt a chill run down her spine and instantly understood.

Her body trembled violently, as if she was truly terrified by the old man's gaze, and she shrank into Lin Chen's arms.

Her face was pale, and she brought her red lips close to Lin Chen's ear, her voice trembling and tearful as she spoke coquettishly.

"Mr. Lin, this old man's eyes are scary... I'm scared, I want to go to the restroom to touch up my makeup and get some fresh air."

This posture is just like that of a canary that is terrified by the scene and only wants to escape.

Lin Chen didn't even look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the approaching "Ghost Hand," and he simply waved casually.

"Go."

Everyone's attention was focused on the confrontation between the two masters, and no one cared about the fate of a pretty but useless female companion.

The moment Su Qingge turned to leave, all her fragility and fear vanished from her beautiful phoenix eyes.

Instead, it possesses the calm and sharpness of a cheetah locking onto its target.

Her high heels clicked on the floor as she walked toward the restroom, her figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Her real target was the heavily guarded server room located in the middle and rear of the ship!

At the gambling table.

"Ghost Hand" sat down opposite Lin Chen, his turbid and sinister eyes fixed on Lin Chen's face.

"Young man, being too lucky will shorten your lifespan."

His voice was hoarse, like two rough pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"Old man, you talk too much, you'll get a tongue twister."

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, still in a relaxed posture, casually toying with a million-dollar chip.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if a sword were about to be drawn.

"Change the dealer and bring in new cards."

Ghost Hand spoke coldly.

Soon, a dealer with an even more stern expression came on stage and, in front of everyone, opened up a brand new deck of cards.

"What do you want to play?"

"The croupier asked."

"All in."

Lin Chen said calmly.

The initial bet is one million.

The game begins.

The dealer's hands moved with lightning speed, precisely dealing playing cards to the two men.

The gamblers around them held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single detail.

However, in Lin Chen's eyes, it was a different story.

[God-level Insight], fully activated!

He clearly saw that the moment Ghost Hand received the card, the fingernail of his left pinky finger made a barely perceptible scratch on the corner of the card at an angle that was impossible for the naked eye to detect.

When the second card was dealt, Ghost Hand casually adjusted his cuffs.

Just the instant the sleeve touched the table.

A spade ace, which had been hidden in a secret pocket in his sleeve, silently slipped into his palm.

At the same time, using the action of arranging the cards, he used his middle and ring fingers to hold the 3 of diamonds that he had just been dealt and smoothly flicked it into the cuff of his right sleeve.

The entire card-swapping process was completed in one go, without a single flaw!

To everyone else, Ghost Hand was simply performing a perfectly normal tidying action.

But in Lin Chen's view, this set of movements was so slow that it was like watching a clumsy puppet show.

The game continues.

The third one, the fourth one.

The Ghost Hand's face-up card is a pair of Aces.

Lin Chen's revealed card was an inconspicuous 10.

A cruel smile of absolute certainty had already appeared on Ghost Hand's face.

The fifth card is dealt.

Without even glancing at them, Ghost Hand pushed all the chips in front of him out.

"Young man, I'll take all your money, plus your life."

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Chen didn't even look at his own cards.

He simply smiled, and then smashed down the mountain of chips worth fifty million in front of him.

"All in."

Two words, seemingly casual, yet carrying the weight of Mount Tai!

Everyone's heart was in their throat!

Ghost Hand's sneer grew even more sinister as he prepared to reveal his winning "three of a kind," consisting of a pair of Aces and an Ace of Spades!

He wanted to make this arrogant brat lose everything in despair!

However, just as he reached out his hand, about to reveal his hand, he was about to turn over his cards.

Lin Chen moved.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and then, to the astonishment of everyone in the room, slowly raised his right foot.

"Snapped!"

A soft sound.

He directly, decisively, and extremely insultingly stepped on that gleaming Italian handmade leather shoe on the priceless gambling table!

The sole of the shoe was directly facing the face of the ghost hand.