Demigod Mage in America

Now that all the open cards have been dealt, it's time to reveal the hidden cards.

The cards currently on the table are: Ace of Spades, Ace of Hearts, King of Diamonds, King of Hearts, and 7 of Clubs.

The currently known maximum combinations are four of a kind, a gourd, three of a kind, two pairs, and a pair.

According to the river rules, after the last community card is dealt, the last player to call reveals their card first.

Therefore, all eyes were on Renn.

At this point, he was the only one who neither called nor folded.

"Sir, would you like to call?" the dealer asked, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Ryan.

If it were an ordinary person here, they probably would have placed a bet as soon as they got carried away.

But Rennes is different.

"All in."

He pushed all 30,000 chips in front of him out.

Murphy's expression changed. He had two Kings in his hand, and in his sight, there were no Aces on the table. In other words, he had the best hand.

He's going to win!

But Ryan went all in.

Murphy quickly realized that Ryan was lying; he was betting that no one would dare to call, so that he could win even with a bad hand.

"Follow me." Murphy gave a cold smile, trying to outsmart him.

It's still a long way off!

The bald man was covered in sweat, but after gritting his teeth, he decided to go along with it.

Thus, the chips on the table have reached 27, which is already equal to the income from Ryan's first Robin Hood-style robbery.

"Please, sir, open the cards."

Ryan smiled and gently took the dealer's hand.

"I'd like to ask you to help me open the game."

He spoke in Japanese, which immediately made the woman look at him with an even deeper, strange gaze.

The bald man's eyes were wide open; he looked like he wanted to grab a knife and stab Ryan to death.

"How dare you!"

Ryan initially didn't want to pay attention to him, but he didn't expect him to go too far, even starting to slam his fist on the table.

Seeing this, he simply took the croupier's hand and gently kissed the back of it.

"Would you like to? Miss, from the first moment I saw you, I was deeply moved. Your eyes are like stars."

The woman's body tensed up the moment he took her hand.

It wasn't shyness, it was fear.

Her body was afraid, but what was she afraid of?

Ryan? He looks just average.

All of this vanished the moment Ryan gently kissed the back of her hand, and the woman gave him a deep look.

She realized she had misjudged him; this young man was probably no ordinary person.

But so what?

"sure."

Upon receiving a response, Ryan raised an eyebrow and looked smugly at the bald man.

As for Murphy, he didn't say a word the whole time, just watched the scene before him as if he were watching some kind of clown show.

As for Raymond, he got up to go to the toilet.

"Please." Ryan took her hand and placed it on top of the cards in the deck. He didn't touch or look at the cards at all.

However, the woman had a unique fragrance about her. When Renn took a sniff, it caused a blush to appear on the woman's face.

Renn narrowed his eyes, not wanting the other person to see his curious expression.

It was the look in your eyes that suggested you were wondering if you would break the toy.

Murphy let out a cold laugh. He had already seen through Ryan's hand: a 3, a 7, or at best a pair.

The man next to me is alright; he has a King, which he can add to a pair to make a three-of-a-kind.

The most prominent figure in the room is him.

"Desu." The woman said respectfully, revealing Rein's trump card.

Clubs, Ace of Diamonds!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Impossible!" Murphy stood up, bracing himself on the table with both hands.

Raymond, who had just returned, also looked bewildered.

The bald man's lips trembled, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Without a doubt, Rennes' two Aces practically sealed his fate in this round.

Murphy's face turned bright red; he had already suffered two losses at the hands of Ryan that night.

The idea of ​​recruiting him as a subordinate has long since vanished.

Murphy now only wants to do one thing: chop Ryan into pieces and throw him into the Harlem River.

Because he was certain that Ryan was deliberately messing with him.

However, as mentioned before, cheating does not constitute any illegal or criminal act as long as there is no evidence, and this is the case in the United States.

"Then I'll accept the chips."

Did Ryan cheat? No, he didn't do anything.

The card was transformed from the Japanese woman next to him. Rein did nothing; he just wanted to see what she was going to do.

He discovered that his opponent had turned his two cards into two Aces, which pleased him greatly.

He accepted whatever tricks the other party had up their sleeve.

Ryan smiled and reached out to scratch the woman's chin, as if petting a cat.

The woman cooperated by showing a dazed expression.

This scene almost made the bald man unable to contain his anger, but looking at the fierce bodyguards around him, he ultimately did not choose to escalate the conflict.

The corners of Raine's mouth curved upwards even more. This was so much fun. This was what he liked, instead of facing a group of mage colleagues who always had deadpan expressions, or muscle-bound nobles who spent their days thinking about where to hunt and start wars.

Of course, Ryan's smile remained until he pulled out 27,000 chips and handed them to the woman.

However, as the chips were handed over, the smile on Ryan's face disappeared.

Fortunately, at least this casino didn't ask him for a 27% service charge, unlike when he ate at a restaurant before.

Renn could only console himself.

This is outrageous! The tipping culture in America is insane. The thought of having to pay taxes makes Ryan consider hiring a tax official to help him evade taxes.

Next, a new betting game begins.

No one chose to leave; instead, they continued betting round after round, and Ryan's chips kept piling up.

27...50...89!

In almost just one night, Ryan's initial investment of $100 has now grown to $89.

It may seem like a lot, but for the vast majority of ordinary people, it is an insurmountable chasm.

The result for ordinary people who come to a casino is that after winning a small amount of money, they lose all their money, including their initial investment.

It was late at night when Ryan glanced at his phone and realized it was past midnight, but the surroundings were still bustling with activity.

Because the ceiling above wasn't an ordinary ceiling, but a screen reflecting the real sky.

The fact that there isn't even a clock inside the casino speaks volumes about its purpose.

But this has nothing to do with Ryan, he...

pay taxes.

"20?" Renn's tone carried a barely perceptible fluctuation.

He began to understand why America was so wealthy.

He worked hard at the casino all night, only to find he had to pay 24% in taxes to the United States.

Ryan raised an eyebrow and then pushed the tax form over.

Just hand it over; consider it a loan.

As for New York's state and city taxes, he doesn't plan to pay them.

Wang Hengwei is the one who owes taxes, what does it have to do with Ryan?

As she watched Ryan walk out of the casino and smile at the woman serving her services, she realized she had already left what she wanted with Ryan.

Murphy, hiding in the shadows, smiled as he watched his prey leave.

Even with his back to everyone, Ryan smiled.

His toy came over by itself.

Before leaving, he glanced at the corner where the middle-aged man who had advised him against gambling was being escorted to a police car by a group of police officers.

"My money! My money! It's gone!"

Gambling is a terrible thing. Casinos are not afraid of you winning; they are only afraid that gamblers will stop coming.