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three days later.

High seas somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

A top-of-the-line luxury cruise ship, resembling a floating castle, is quietly floating on the deep blue sea.

Inside the cruise ship, the lights were dazzling, and the atmosphere was one of extravagance and decadence.

This is a den of iniquity for the world's richest people and desperate gamblers, where there are no laws to restrain them, only naked money and desire.

In the VIP suite on the top deck of the cruise ship.

The air was filled with the smoke of fine cigars and the scent of expensive perfumes.

In the center of the private room, there was a huge green gambling table.

Wang Sizhe was wearing a silk shirt with the collar open, his eyes were bloodshot and red.

His hair was disheveled, his tie was nowhere to be found, and he exuded an aura of extreme excitement and madness.

In front of him were piles of chips, towering like small mountains!

Red, black, and gold chips, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, exuded a maddening magic.

"Hahaha! Deal the cards! Keep dealing!"

Wang Sizhe slammed his hand on the table and roared at the dealer opposite him.

"My luck is unstoppable today! Anyone who comes near me is doomed!"

Sitting opposite Wang Sizhe were several well-dressed gamblers with different expressions.

These people are the world-class con artists and top psychology masters that Jiang Yehua planted at great expense!

They exchanged a glance, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corners of their lips.

Over the past three days.

With the deliberate manipulation and precise control of the market by these masters.

Wang Sizhe was simply unstoppable, invincible!

He always gets nine points in baccarat and always gets a straight flush in Texas Hold'em!

In just three days, the chips in front of him had skyrocketed from tens of millions to nearly one hundred million!

One hundred million in cash!

This kind of money comes in faster than a printing press!

Wang Sizhe has become completely arrogant!

He felt like he was possessed by the God of Gamblers from the movies, with the superpower to see through everyone's cards!

He even felt that the 5 billion he had been swindled out of by Jiang Ye in Hanzhou was nothing at all! As long as he continued to gamble here, he could win back that 5 billion with interest in less than a week!

"Hey! Young Master Li! It's me, Sizhe!"

While the dealer was shuffling the cards, Wang Sizhe excitedly took out his phone and dialed a number from one of his cronies in Yanjing.

"Hahaha! Bro, I'm on the high seas right now! I've been winning like crazy these past few days!"

"Let me tell you, I'll be able to fill that hole in the family business in no time! When I return to Yanjing with billions, let's see if my old man still dares to curse me!"

"When the time comes, I'll just bury that bastard Jiang Ye in money until he's dead! And that bitch Xia Yu, I'll make her kneel on the ground and beg me!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Sizhe's eyes gleamed with a frenzied greed.

He looked at the mountain of chips in front of him and felt that it was far from enough!

He wants to win more! He wants to win the whole world!

"This time, I'm betting ten million!"

Wang Sizhe shoved a large stack of chips into the center of the gambling table, his eyes fixed on the gamblers opposite him, like a hungry wolf whose eyes had gone red with greed.

"Do you dare to follow?!"

The "masters" on the other side smiled slightly and pushed up the same number of chips without hesitation.

"and."

The betting continues.

Wang Sizhe was completely immersed in the frenzy of winning money, and he began to blindly increase his bets.

. . . . .

In the blink of an eye.

It was late at night on the fourth day.

High seas cruise ship, top-tier VIP cabins.

The air was thick with the smell of cigars and a suffocating sense of tension.

The enormous crystal chandelier emitted a cold, white light that shone brightly on the green gambling table, appearing particularly glaring.

Wang Sizhe slumped in his chair, his once meticulously combed hair now a mess like a bird's nest, his expensive silk shirt completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his back.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, staring intently at the empty table in front of him.

Gone!

It's all gone!

In just the past few hours, he has experienced a freefall from heaven to hell!

The chips, which were originally piled up to nearly 100 million, were like ice and snow meeting a raging fire. In several hands that seemed like sure wins but were always lost by a narrow margin, they were completely devoured by the gamblers on the other side!

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Wang Sizhe held his head in his hands, letting out a desperate, beast-like roar.

"I clearly had a straight flush! How the hell did you get four aces?! You cheated! You all conspired to cheat me!"

Wang Sizhe suddenly stood up and started cursing at the gamblers opposite him.

However, the "masters" opposite him just looked at him coldly, their eyes filled with the pity one would show to a dead man.

One of the middle-aged men, dressed in a black suit and exuding a calm demeanor, was the world-class con artist that Jiang Ye had hired at great expense. He slowly adjusted his cuffs.

"Young Master Wang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

The middle-aged man spoke in a calm tone, yet it exuded a chilling and intimidating power.

"This is the VIP room on the high seas, with 360-degree high-definition surveillance everywhere. If you can't handle losing, get out of here now and don't embarrass yourself."

"you!"

Wang Sizhe was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He knew that causing trouble in such a place would only lead to his death.

However, he is not reconciled!

He won so much in the first three days, he felt like he was possessed by the God of Gamblers! How could he suddenly lose everything?

This must be bad luck! If he had a little more capital, he could definitely turn things around!

The gambler's mentality was amplified to its extreme at this moment, completely consuming Wang Sizhe's last shred of rationality.

"I need to borrow money! I need to borrow money!"

Wang Sizhe suddenly turned his head and roared at the several burly men in black standing in the corner of the private room.

These burly men in black were loan sharks on the cruise ship.

The lead junket operator stepped forward, sized up Wang Sizhe, and said with a forced smile, "Young Master Wang, you are the eldest son of the Wang family in Yanjing, so borrowing money is no problem. However, you know our rules here: nine out of 13, interest is calculated daily."

"Stop talking nonsense! I have plenty of money! Bring me two hundred million in chips!" Wang Sizhe roared, his eyes red.

The junket operator didn't hesitate; he immediately had someone bring over 200 million in chips and handed Wang Sizhe a loan agreement.

Wang Sizhe didn't even look at it before signing his name and pressing his fingerprint on it.

After getting the chips, Wang Sizhe pounced on the gambling table again like a madman.

"Deal the cards! Continue dealing the cards!"

However, once you step into the abyss of hell, there is no turning back.

Under the combined machinations of a psychology master and a world-class con artist, Wang Sizhe's every micro-expression and every psychological activity involved in placing bets was completely under their control.

The more he lost, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more he lost.

Two hundred million in chips, all gone in less than half an hour!

"Lend me another 500 million!

Wang Sizhe completely lost his mind, like a gambler who had lost everything, frantically signing and affixing his fingerprints on the loan agreement.