Only a Fierce Dragon Dares Cross the River

In just over ten minutes, Ian Song had single-handedly swept away 256 million from the casino. Even if they couldn’t catch him cheating, they couldn’t let him keep winning like this.

Feng Zhou had just received orders: no more bets from Ian Song. He felt a bit indignant, but after messing up twice in a row, he started to feel wary—maybe this kid was just playing dumb and was actually a gambling master.

So, when Ian pushed all 256 million onto the table, Feng Zhou’s voice was stiff: "Sorry, sir, management says we can’t accept your bets anymore."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, what’s the reason?"

"What, your casino only lets people lose money, not win?"

Before Ian could say anything, the gamblers who’d been winning by following his bets started shouting too.

Just then, Hugo Huang hurried down from upstairs, forcing a smile as he said to Ian, "Bro, if you keep this up, you’re gonna clean us out! Would you mind moving to the VIP room instead?"

"Oh, if I can’t bet anymore, I’ll just stop playing." Ian grinned, not the least bit upset.

Hugo’s face froze. He couldn’t just let Ian walk away, so he quickly said, "Bro, the VIP room upstairs is full of big-league bosses. With your luck, you’ll wipe the floor with them!"

Ian waved him off. "Nah, I’m pretty easy to please. I’ll skip the VIP room."

"Uncle Han, Ms. Han, let’s go cash out these chips."

Seeing Ian refuse the VIP room, Hugo’s eyes turned cold. He’d brought Ian in—if he really let him walk out with over 250 million, Brother Leon would never forgive him.

So Hugo followed Ian to the cash-out counter, giving the staff a subtle signal.

The staffer immediately caught on and said, "Sorry sir, you’ve got too many chips. We don’t have that much cash on hand right now. Could you come back a bit later to redeem them?"

Ian snorted, "What, a casino this big can’t even cough up two hundred million?"

The staffer replied sincerely, "I’m sorry sir, we really don’t have that much cash at the moment. Maybe play a little more while I gather the funds? I’ll get it sorted ASAP!"

Hugo quickly chimed in, "Bro, since you can’t cash out right away, why not check out the VIP room? In my experience, your luck’s on fire right now. Those big bosses upstairs barely care about money—if you’re lucky, you could easily win a few hundred million more."

"Oh yeah?" Ian shot Hugo a playful look.

"Of course! I wouldn’t lie to you," Hugo said with a big grin.

"Alright, I’ll go check it out!" Ian laughed, then turned to Han Dayuan and Hannah Han: "Uncle Han, Ms. Han, let’s head upstairs!"

At that moment, Hannah wanted to persuade Ian not to keep gambling, but didn’t know how to say it. After all, Ian’s luck was just too freakish—almost supernatural.

Led by Hugo, they arrived at the VIP room on the second floor.

The VIP room was lavishly decorated, and inside, four men were already playing three-card poker, each with at least a hundred million in chips piled in front of them.

"Haha, gentlemen, we’ve got a new friend joining us. Is everyone okay with that?" Hugo asked with a smile.

"As long as you’ve got enough chips, I’m happy to welcome you!" laughed a chubby middle-aged man.

The other three glanced at Ian, saw he had at least two hundred million in chips, and all agreed, warmly inviting him to take a seat.

"Young man, let me explain the rules," the chubby middle-aged man said kindly. "We play with a 500,000 base. After the cards are dealt, you have to bet 500,000 in the dark to look at your hand. Dark bets are capped at 5 million, face-up bets at 10 million. Got it?"

"Thanks, I got it!" Ian nodded.

"Since we’ve got a new friend, let’s swap in a fresh deck," the chubby middle-aged man told the dealer.

In the first round, Ian used his Clairvoyant Vision to check everyone’s cards—his own was the smallest. After two rounds of 500,000 dark bets, he looked at his hand and folded.

The gaunt middle-aged man sitting across from him sneered, "You’re pretty cautious, kid!"

Ian just smiled and said nothing.

In the second round, Ian drew a pair of kings—the best hand. Across from him, the gaunt man had a pair of nines. On his right, the chubby man had a weak hand with just an ace. To his left, a tall young man in his thirties had a pair of twos—the smallest pair. Finally, an elderly man with a jade ring on his right hand had a scattered hand with a king as his highest card.

After three rounds of dark betting, the chubby man checked his cards and smiled, "Good enough to follow—I’ll call with a million."

The elderly man with the jade ring hesitated, then checked his cards. Seeing only a weak hand, he decisively folded.

But the gaunt middle-aged man wasn’t convinced and tossed in a million chips: "I’ll bet a million in the dark."

Me too, a million in the dark.' The young man smiled and tossed in his chips.

When it was Ian’s turn, he felt the gaunt man’s gaze on him again, who teased, "Kid, you’re not thinking of looking at your cards, are you? That’d be pretty lame."

Hmph, who said I was gonna look? I’ll bet two million in the dark!' Ian, seemingly goaded by the gaunt man’s taunt, threw down two million in chips, feigning irritation.

The chubby middle-aged man smiled, "I said my hand was only good for following. Since none of you are looking at your cards, I’ll fold!"

Haha, kid, you’ve got guts! I’ll bet five million in the dark—dare to follow?' The gaunt young man challenged, pushing out five million in chips.

You two want to duel, huh? Fine, I’ll look at my cards.' The young man picked up his cards and saw a pair of twos, hesitated, and finally folded—after all, it wasn’t worth risking ten million on such a weak hand.

Five million it is! I’ve got money!' Ian sneered, pushing out five million in chips.

From there, Ian and the gaunt man kept tossing chips back and forth, each throwing down thirty million.

I’m looking at my cards!

Ian’s eyes flashed with worry, then he quickly picked up his cards and broke into a smile. He tossed out ten million: "I’ll call ten million—without opening my hand!"

Seeing Ian’s obvious delight, the gaunt man realized Ian must have a good hand. He checked his own cards—a pair of nines—hesitated, but finally put out ten million to force Ian to reveal his hand.

Naturally, Ian won this round.

Though Ian won over fifty million this hand, none of the others paid much attention—by all appearances, Ian was still a rookie.

In the next few rounds, everyone played pretty conservatively. Ian lost about ten million, but overall he still netted over thirty million.

A new hand began. After using his Clairvoyant Vision to check everyone’s cards, Ian thought to himself: This is my chance.

After two rounds of dark betting, the chubby man checked his cards and laughed, "Not bad—I’ll call with a million!"

President Ye must have gotten a good hand—I’ll check mine too!

The elderly man with the jade ring smiled, but after checking his cards, a flash of regret appeared in his eyes. Still, he kept calm: "I haven’t played in a while. This time, I’ll go a round with President Ye—I’ll call with a million too!"

After a few rounds of careful observation, Ian realized the young man and the gaunt middle-aged man were working together—clearly casino plants.

With two players having checked their cards and not folded, the gaunt man prepared to check his as well.

Just then, Ian suddenly spoke up, mocking: "Checking your cards this early? You’re way too timid!"

Ian’s mockery left the gaunt man annoyed, but he still checked his cards. Seeing how bad they were, he nearly regretted it to death. He sneered at Ian: "I’ll check my hand and bet ten million. If you’ve got guts, keep betting in the dark!"