novelraw Chapter 206: Forever 21
Chapter 206: Forever 21
Could it be that Lin Feng is also a gambling expert, and one that’s even more formidable than myself?
The thought suddenly popped into Han Ziping’s head, but he quickly dismissed it. How could a university French teacher possibly have so much time to study gambling? It seemed that only the Gambling King could pull off seven straight hands of blackjack. Under normal circumstances, it’s impossible for anyone to achieve that, let alone Lin Feng, who’s too young. When I was 26 and earned the title of Gambling King, I was the youngest in the history of Guangdong and Macau. To say his talent in gambling surpasses mine, how could that be possible!
I’ve never met my match in Guangdong and Macau, even the Southeast Asian Gambling King, Haas, fell at my hands, not to mention all the other national kings were completely defeated. I’ve always been in the top three in the World Gambling King competition. What kind of strength is that, how could I not be confident!
No matter what, the current situation is simply too bizarre. I shuffled the cards, and I dealt them, but the cards are not coming out with the points I requested. Did I run into a ghost today? It seems that I’ll need to pull out all the stops now; Lin Feng can’t be allowed to continue winning. Otherwise, our brothers’ reputation as kings of gambling will truly be lost in Tianhai.
With that thought, Han Ziping gave his brother a look to reassure him and then began to use his best shuffling technique. His hands moved like phantoms, too fast to discern their true motion, with only the sound of cards colliding.
Seeing his brother’s focused expression, Han Zi’an finally felt relieved. When my brother gets serious, he makes no mistakes. Now Lin Feng is bound to lose. If he doesn’t, not only will our reputation as kings be truly lost, but how will we face anyone in Tianhai in the future? So, Lin Feng must lose, and he must lose big!
The crowd around them saw Han Ziping’s magical shuffling, and with Lin Feng winning so much money, everyone felt something was amiss and dared not gamble anymore. They hastily gathered their money and stepped aside to watch the remaining three people continue the game.
Lin Feng saw the dealer’s focused and serious expression and laughed inwardly. Finally becoming serious, are we? This is just the beginning. My target is the man behind you two. Once I beat you, naturally, I will find out who he is.
"Blackjack, pay up."
"Blackjack, pay up."
"Blackjack, pay up."
...
No matter how Han Ziping displayed his superior gambling skills or how hard he tried to turn the losses around, Lin Feng always ended up with blackjack, and the initial ten-dollar bet kept growing until it reached over six hundred thousand!
"My God!"
"How could it be so much money?"
"Is this still a street stall?"
"What’s going on here!"
...
The neighborhood finally realized something was off. Just moments ago, they were immersed in the excitement of winning money with the young man, but in the blink of an eye, they couldn’t help but become alarmed at the sight of him turning ten dollars into over six hundred thousand!
It’s just a street stall, and now about one million in losses had been paid out, which was beyond any logic. This wasn’t some street stall anymore; even an underground gambling den would feel the pinch from such losses. Yet, the dealer seemed as if nothing had happened, fixated on this young man. Was the dealer’s target this young man?
To set up a trap with a million just to target a young man, everyone was baffled by what could possibly justify such an absurd act. And yet, this young man wasn’t running away despite the situation, which was incredibly bold. Anyway, the money won was enough, one mustn’t gamble any further. If it became too excessive and retaliations followed, that would spell trouble!
With this thought, everyone instinctively stepped back once more, now only watching Lin Feng continue the game with the people at the small stall. Two who had just won tens of thousands, fearing retaliation, grabbed their money and ran. When faced with such an unclear situation, it seemed wiser to step back...
With only the Han brothers and Lin Feng left at the small table, everyone realized something, there was someone in cahoots with the dealer. Otherwise, with everyone stepping back, the plot wouldn’t have been discovered! What remained was the affair between this young man and those two, certainly nothing that involved the rest of them. Once more, as if by agreement, everyone took several steps back.
Han Zi’an was now completely bewildered. He knew for certain that Lin Feng was up to some trick, but he couldn’t figure out how it was done. During the shuffle, he himself had watched closely, clearly remembering each card’s position, confident that he couldn’t be mistaken. Despite his vigilance, he hadn’t detected Lin Feng so much as moving his hand. How on earth did Lin Feng switch the cards without detection? They better not tell him that Lin Feng pulled some sort of magic trick using telekinesis like in the movies, because there was simply no other way to switch cards without anyone noticing.
There had to be more to Lin Feng than what the information stated. If he couldn’t do magic tricks, he must possess some kind of supernatural ability. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to be stringing along both himself and his brother, who were the revered Gambling Kings of Yue-Ao Brothers.
No, this wouldn’t do. Lin Feng must be cheating. He had to see for himself how Lin Feng switched the cards. Otherwise, he would be thoroughly disgraced today!
Watching Lin Feng across the table, Han Ziping felt an unprecedented shock. He had encountered many a master of gambling tricks, yet none had ever exerted such pressure on him. Everyone at that level had similar speeds, their eyes even faster. No Gambling King would dare cheat in his presence. But Lin Feng was an enigma. Even though Han Ziping had arranged the deck exactly as he wanted, even using high-difficulty moves to confuse Lin Feng, the result was always the same: 21 points for Lin Feng; 21 points meant loss for him. Knowing that Lin Feng was the cause, yet being unable to catch him in the act, was incredibly frustrating. Was Lin Feng human or ghost?
It had been sixteen consecutive rounds of 21 now. If word got out, his reputation as the Gambling King would be destroyed. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t work out how Lin Feng consistently hit 21 points. The situation was too bizarre. He couldn’t accept being taken down by a college professor. If anyone else found out, could he and his brother even show their faces? No, even if it brought utter embarrassment upon him, he needed to know how Lin Feng did it. Not understanding Lin Feng’s methods, he couldn’t bear to accept defeat.
With these thoughts, Han Ziping shuffled the cards once more, making a do-or-die decision in his heart. He had to understand the truth behind it all and continue gambling no matter what.
Lin Feng wasn’t surprised by the reactions of those around him. Taking out a million in cash at a roadside stall would startle anyone. However, since these two had come specifically for him and were willing to put up that money, it was only right that he play to the end. It wasn’t just for them, but also for the person behind them; this thought prompted Lin Feng to push his stake of over six hundred thousand forward once again.
"My God, he’s gone mad!"
"Doesn’t he know the danger?!"
"Does he not value his life more than money?!"
"That’s over six hundred thousand we’re talking about, not sixty bucks!"
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The neighbors watched the young man continue gambling, holding his shopping basket, at a loss for words. That young man was too bold. It was clear that something was wrong, yet he wanted to go on gambling. Was he looking for trouble? If these two men harbored any ill will, the young lad would suffer for nothing! He had already won over six hundred thousand. Wasn’t that enough? Why continue gambling? It was so risky!
His daring was astonishing—with over six hundred thousand at stake! Nonchalantly betting it all, despite the chances of victory, if he were to lose, all six hundred thousand would be gone. Could he really be so unmoved by such an outcome? After sixteen consecutive rounds of 21 points, did he still trust his luck to keep on getting 21 points? Otherwise, betting all that money would be sheer madness. Who else, if not a madman, would risk so much in a single bet?
Suddenly, everyone realized something unusual. Security always patrolled the neighborhood, but today no one had shown up for a long time. That usual consistency, 365 days a year, shattered today with their absence. Could it be that these two had bribed the security?
They had come prepared—these two were no simpletons. Bringing several million in cash to a street stall, their target must be the young man before them. The capability to bribe security suggested these two were not good people. Realizing this, the onlookers, once again, instinctively stepped back. At any moment, the situation could escalate, possibly leading to violence and innocent bystanders getting hurt!
Even then, another fear-stricken observer turned and ran.
...
"21 points, pay up."
Lin Feng turned up his hole card for the eighteenth time, another eternal 21 points.
Seeing Lin Feng’s hand of 21 again caused Han Ziping’s vision to darken as he nearly fainted—not because he lost to Lin Feng, but because he couldn’t understand how he lost. Here he was, a gambling god of nearly twenty years, at a loss to a college professor’s methods. He might as well have just jumped into the river.