199: What exactly does Wang Zhennan want to do?

Zheng Yongnian was now hoping that Zheng Tianhong hadn't caused too much trouble, otherwise, he didn't know how he would clean up the mess.

However, no matter what, Wang Zhennan's move would probably cost him a lot again.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but angrily throw the golf club in his hand to the ground.

Just then, the butler hurried forward, looking at the club on the ground, his eyelids twitching, and cautiously said, "Patriarch, we can depart now."

Zheng Yongnian heard this, his face grim, and turned to leave.

Soon, the motorcade drove out of the Zheng family's estate and headed towards Heavenly Palace Hotel.

At the same time!

Wang Zhennan and Zheng Tianhong's gamble had already progressed to the third round, and Zheng Tianhong couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the chips on his table.

He had initially thought Wang Zhennan had some impressive skills, but now it seemed he was nothing special.

"Mr. Wang, how about we end it here? I'm afraid if we keep gambling, Heavenly Palace Hotel will become mine, and then you won't be able to explain it to your boss."

Wang Zixuan in the crowd was perplexed, not understanding Wang Zhennan's intention. Zheng Tianhong had won the previous two rounds, and his chips had increased from 160 million to 400 million.

Logically, someone his elder brother arranged to be stationed in Macau shouldn't be a simple person, but now, he couldn't understand.

Just as Zheng Tianhong said, if this continued, the hotel might even be lost to the opponent.

In fact, it wasn't just them; even the people present and the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream couldn't understand Wang Zhennan's intention.

"Good heavens, my brain isn't working fast enough. What does Mr. Wang mean by this? Is he helping Brother Jun reduce his assets?"

"I can't figure it out either, but I understand one thing: that guy has won from one million to four hundred million now, it's unbelievable."

"One million to four hundred million, how many times has that multiplied? Someone quickly calculate it, a math class representative."

"Here I am, the third-grade math class representative! Three sevens are twenty-one, four sixes are twenty-four, so the answer is 400 times. Teacher, is that right?"

"The answer is correct, but the process is wrong. Minus ninety points."

"There must be a twist. I suspect Mr. Wang is setting a very deep trap for that guy."

"Damn, now that you say that, I'm starting to get excited."

"What could it be? They can't just resort to force, can they?"

"Impossible, Brother Jun wouldn't do something that harms himself a thousand times more than it harms the enemy for a few hundred million."

"Indeed, a few hundred million might be an astronomical figure to us, but to Brother Jun, it's just a drop in the ocean. It wouldn't come to that."

Wang Yuxin, who was live streaming with her phone, nodded in agreement as she watched these bullet comments.

Her elder brother would never do something that sacrifices the greater good for the sake of small gains.

While everyone was speculating, Wang Zhennan's expression was extremely grim. He looked at his hole cards again, then pushed all the chips in front of him forward.

He said in a low voice, "All in!"

"What? All in again? This is the third time, isn't it?"

"That's right, and the chips are higher each time. If Zheng Tianhong wins this round again, his chips will be close to eight hundred million. Damn! Eight hundred million! Ninety percent of the people here don't even have assets over eight hundred million. Zheng Tianhong has won nearly eight hundred million in such a short time; this guy is terrifying."

"Uh... I feel offended!"

"By the way, why is Mr. Wang doing this? The cards on both sides are already very clear; Zheng Tianhong has a greater chance of winning, unless his hole card is a two of diamonds."

Zheng Tianhong saw this and couldn't help but straighten up. He didn't believe Wang Zhennan was a brainless person, so why was he doing this?

He racked his brain but couldn't figure out this puzzle. Could it be... that the other party saw something?

As this thought emerged, cold sweat involuntarily broke out on his forehead.

He looked up at Wang Zhennan, scrutinizing him for a long time, but couldn't see anything at all.

He thought he was overthinking it, and with so many famous Macau tycoons present, the other party shouldn't dare to act recklessly.

"I call!"

Looking at the mountain of chips in the center of the gambling table, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, wishing it were theirs.

Wang Zhennan saw this and smiled, effortlessly revealing his hole card, an eight of hearts. Hmm, three of clubs, four of diamonds, five of hearts, six of spades, eight of hearts – a perfectly terrible hand.

Zheng Tianhong saw this and slowly revealed his hole card, a nine of spades. There was no need to look at the other four cards; this single nine of spades was enough to win this round.

He won, but Zheng Tianhong couldn't be happy. Knowing it was a losing hand, why did the other party still push the chips to him?

Watching the chips worth over eight hundred million being stacked and pushed in front of him, Zheng Tianhong raised an eyebrow, feeling a little uneasy.

It was as if a voice in his heart was warning him to leave.

Indeed, he should leave. If he stayed any longer, he didn't know what else would happen.

With this thought, he smiled, stood up, and said to Wang Zhennan, "Mr. Wang, something just came up, so how about we end it here today? If you're not satisfied, how about we play another day?"

However, it was too late to think about leaving now!

How could Wang Zhennan let him leave easily? If he left, wouldn't Zheng Yongnian have come for nothing?

"Hahahahaha, it's no big deal. I see you also have over eight hundred million in chips. I'll do you a favor and help you break ten hundred million. Let's play one last round. I don't think you're short a few minutes, are you? Of course, our hotel is open for business, and if you want to leave, we naturally have no reason to force you to stay."

Although he said that, Zheng Tianhong could hear a slight hint of threat in his words.

Seeing this situation, the others dared not speak. The atmosphere in the gambling hall suddenly became strange.

Everyone's eyes were on Zheng Tianhong, curious about how he would choose: would he disrespect them and leave directly, or stay to gamble the last round?

The young follower next to Zheng Tianhong looked around, and even he, as foolish as he was, knew what the situation was. He swallowed his saliva, not daring to breathe.

Zheng Tianhong's face stiffened. He looked up at Wang Zhennan, his eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he sat back down and said with a smile, "Then I'll play one last round with Mr. Wang. I also want to see if I can break ten hundred million!"

Seeing Zheng Tianhong agree, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, they were a little disappointed, having expected to see something exciting.

Previously, the Zheng family and Heavenly Palace Group's contest was in the stock market. If this battlefield were changed, what kind of scene would it be?

It was just a pity that it seemed they wouldn't see it now.

Not only were they disappointed, but the audience in the live stream was also disappointed.

"Huh? He actually chickened out."

"Exactly, I thought they were going to fight."

"Are you guys stupid? Do you think this is some shady underground casino? How could they fight?"

"The brother upstairs is right. Even if they were to fight, it would be secretly, behind the scenes, with a sneak attack. We are civilized people; how can civilized people do such uncivilized things openly?"

"Last round, what's in Mr. Wang's bag? This round will reveal all."