"Haha, three players have revealed their cards and none have folded. Looks like everyone has a pretty strong hand. I'll take a look at mine too!" The young man sitting to Ian Song's left received a subtle signal from the gaunt middle-aged man, so he smiled and picked up his cards.
He glanced at his cards and immediately folded.
"Kid, if you've got guts, keep betting blind!" The gaunt middle-aged man sneered at Ian Song.
"Blind bets it is! Who's afraid of who? I'll bet five million blind." Ian Song pushed forward five million in chips.
The fat middle-aged man hesitated, then pushed ten million in chips onto the table.
The jade-ringed elder also seemed confident in his hand, and calmly pushed ten million in chips forward.
Seeing this, the gaunt young man was secretly delighted. He also put ten million in chips into the center of the table, giving Ian Song a provocative look.
"Five million for thirty million—what a deal! I'll keep betting blind!" Ian Song tossed out another five million in chips.
After three rounds like this, the chips on the table had already reached over 120 million. It was the fat middle-aged man's turn again, and he decided to open the jade-ringed elder's cards.
"I lost!"
After seeing the jade-ringed elder’s cards, the fat middle-aged man decisively tossed his own hand aside, feeling a bit lucky he’d folded when he did—if he’d kept going, his losses would’ve been even worse. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little regret, since he’d had a flush this round.
"I’ll call another ten million," the elder said with a smile, pushing forward ten million in chips.
The gaunt middle-aged man was full of confidence, calmly pushing forward another ten million in chips.
Once again, it was Ian Song’s turn.
He hesitated, reaching out as if to check his cards, but the gaunt middle-aged man sneered, "Kid, didn’t you say five million for thirty million was a great deal? Why don’t you have the guts to keep going?"
"Fine, I’ll call! Another five million, blind!" Ian Song pulled his hand back, angrily tossing in five million in chips.
This continued for three more rounds. Ian Song seemed about to look at his cards again, but the gaunt young man taunted him once more, so he fell for it and kept betting blind.
The pot on the table was now close to over two hundred million. The jade-ringed elder’s eyes flashed with worry—even though his hand had a more than ninety percent chance of winning, there was still the possibility of a triple ace, so he decided to force the gaunt middle-aged man to reveal his cards.
But after seeing the gaunt middle-aged man’s cards, he dejectedly threw his own hand away—he hadn’t expected to lose even with a straight flush, and he’d invested over eighty million in this round.
Confident in his own hand, the gaunt young man decided to raise the stakes. Smiling, he said to Ian Song, "Kid, this is getting boring. Dare to play for real?"
"How do you want to play?" Ian Song asked instinctively.
The gaunt middle-aged man’s eyes glinted coldly. "Blind bet cap at fifty million, open bet cap at one hundred million. Do you dare?"
"Don’t agree to it, Ian!" Hannah Han finally spoke up, her voice anxious.
"Changing the rules on the fly isn’t fair," Ian Song said, sounding unsure.
"Kid, are you chickening out?" The gaunt middle-aged man kept provoking Ian Song.
"I’m not chickening out. Fine, I accept!"
Seeing Ian Song take the bait, the gaunt middle-aged man was thrilled. He immediately pushed forward one hundred million in chips. "Then I’ll call a hundred million! If you’ve got guts, keep betting blind!"
"Blind it is!"
Ian Song put in fifty million more in chips, and now the pot had climbed past three hundred million.
"Kid, you’ve got guts, I like it!" The gaunt middle-aged man laughed, then pulled out his checkbook, scribbled out a hundred million, and tossed it on the table. "I’ll call another hundred million!"
"I’ll keep betting blind!" Ian Song added another fifty million.
The pot was now over five hundred million.
Then Ian Song bet two more rounds of fifty million blind, bringing the pot to over eight hundred million—and his chips were now short of another fifty million.
The gaunt young man grinned and tossed out a check for a hundred million, jeering, "Kid, you’re out of money! I win this round!"
"Who said I’m out of money?"
Ian Song sneered and pulled out a bank card. "There’s six hundred million in here. Can you come up with one point two billion?"
The gaunt middle-aged man froze, then scoffed, "Just because you say it’s six hundred million doesn’t mean it is. Dealer, I want to check his card balance!"
Ian Song tossed the bank card to the dealer and told her the password.
There was a card reader in the VIP room, so the balance was quickly checked—the card really did have over six hundred million.
Ian Song’s bank card actually had six hundred million yuan.
Hannah Han was stunned, while Han Dayuan secretly decided he absolutely had to match his daughter with Ian Song. This kid was just too rich—if he became his son-in-law, Han Dayuan would never have to worry for the rest of his life.
They played two more rounds, but the gaunt middle-aged man eventually had to reveal his cards, since he was out of money. The pot had reached a staggering 1.4 billion.
"Kid, you lost! Take a good look—three nines!" The gaunt middle-aged man grinned as he flipped over his cards. "If I’d had more capital, I’d have cleaned out all your six hundred million!"
As he spoke, the gaunt middle-aged man started pulling the chips toward himself.
"Hold on!" Ian Song called out.
"What, you think you can turn it around?" The gaunt middle-aged man scoffed.
"I haven’t looked at my cards, but it’s possible! Hannah, help me flip them!" Ian Song stood up and called to Hannah Han.
"Ian, just let it go! There’s no need—think of it as paying for a lesson, and don’t gamble again!" Hannah Han thought Ian Song was doomed and was just trying to save face.
"Hannah, I believe you’ll bring me luck. Flip the cards!" Ian Song urged her with a smile.
"Alright!"
Hannah Han nodded and reached out to flip Ian Song’s first card.
It was an ace of hearts.
The second card was an ace of clubs.
Seeing two aces in a row, the gaunt middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat. Could it really be three aces?
The third card—ace of spades.
Staring at those three aces, the gaunt middle-aged man felt utterly stunned. He suddenly jumped up. "Impossible! How could you have three aces?"
Hannah Han couldn’t believe she’d actually flipped three aces—her face was a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Nothing’s impossible. It just means Hannah’s luck is off the charts! Haha!" Ian Song burst out laughing.
"I don’t believe it! You must’ve cheated, right?" The gaunt middle-aged man pointed at Ian Song. In this round, the casino had only given him 150 million, and they’d agreed to split the winnings fifty-fifty.
But this round, he’d invested nearly nine hundred million—apart from the casino’s 150 million, the rest was his own money.
Ian Song’s face darkened. "You can eat whatever you want, but don’t talk nonsense. Which eye of yours saw me cheat?" Ignoring the gaunt man, he turned to the dealer. "Dealer, convert all these chips and checks into cash and deposit it into my card, alright?"
"N-no problem!" The dealer stammered and nodded.
Off to the side, Hugo Huang’s face turned ashen. He hadn’t expected that the casino’s scheme with the gaunt young man would backfire so badly—not only did they fail to win Ian Song’s money, they lost even more.
In the monitoring room, Leon Liang’s face was dark as thunder. He said coldly, "Someone, bring that kid up to the third floor!"