150: Wang Tianwang lost everything, returning to square one.

2 of Spades, 3 of Hearts, 4 of Spades... how did it change???

Weren't they all Spades just now? How could he misread just three cards?

He took off his reading glasses, wiped the thick lenses vigorously, and couldn't help but wonder if he was really going blind.

The crowd discussed heatedly.

"Whoa, it really is a straight, and this straight happens to be just smaller than Brother Lin's."

"Incredible. After so many rounds, Brother Lin hasn't lost a single one."

"The Young Man wins steadily every time. That Heavenly King on the other side is losing his mind."

"Anyone would go crazy losing like this."

"Wang Feng just bet his real estate and everything. This is probably the last round, right?"

"..."

Lin Pei exhaled.

Uh... he seemed to have swapped the cards he wanted to the opponent's side.

Cough... maybe he was a bit distracted just now.

But fortunately, even with the swap, his hand was still slightly higher than the opponent's.

A narrow victory.

Lau Tak Wah collected the chips again and rubbed his wrists.

"Brother Lin, you're too amazing."

"I'm starting to believe what you said earlier. You really don't lose."

Lin Pei just smiled without saying a word.

Probably wouldn't.

It would be weird if he lost.

Not far away, Restrain Arrogance and Impetuosity sat at another gambling table.

Monk chewed on goji berries and couldn't help but praise, whispering to Restraint of Arrogance beside him.

"Master actually knows the Shadowless Hand too? This level of skill must be the highest realm, right?"

"If we keep following Master, I'll start to doubt if our Patriarch really passed away or if he's achieved rejuvenation."

Restraint of Arrogance smiled slightly.

"Master's talent is extremely high; he is naturally incomparable to ordinary people."

While the two were chatting, Monk suddenly scratched his head.

"Eh? Didn't I just try to swap the cards? It didn't work?"

Restraint of Arrogance rolled his eyes.

"With our level of skill, don't even dream of pulling off a card swap."

"In reality, only Master can achieve that speed."

"And you, as a Monk, can't you follow some rules? Are you going to break all the precepts?"

"If you're gambling, just gamble. You even want to cheat?"

Monk sighed as he watched the person opposite him collect the chips.

"I'm breaking precepts anyway. What's the difference between breaking one or two?"

"If I had Master's skill, would I still be losing these hands?"

Restraint of Arrogance didn't care.

"Anyway, we're just here to accompany Master. It's fine as long as Master wins."

...Lin Pei indeed won comfortably.

He looked at Wang Feng opposite him and smiled generously.

"Mr. Wang, how about it? Want to go again?"

"If you're out of money, I can lend you some."

"Look at me, I'm almost running out of space for all these chips."

Lau Tak Wah also grinned.

"Come on, Heavenly King Wang, my Brother Lin hasn't had his fill yet."

"..."

Was it him who hadn't had his fill, or was it Lau?

At this moment, Wang Feng slumped into his chair, looking as if he had aged many years in an instant.

Ah... has he really lost everything now??

He felt a bit dazed, his whole body trembling uncontrollably as if he were in a dream.

Xiao Li was also trembling; she didn't expect they would actually lose to this extent.

She observed her boss's expression and asked cautiously.

"Brother Feng, are you okay..."

"What do we do now?"

Seeing Wang Feng silent and defeated, she tried to encourage him.

"It's okay, Boss. I'll start preparing concerts for you right now."

"We'll go on tour. In twenty years, you'll be a hero again."

Wang Feng was originally numb from losing and hadn't felt much.

But hearing Xiao Li's words, he completely broke down.

Damn it.

In just this short while, all his assets were gone?

That was what he had saved up over twenty years since his debut.

Go back and work himself to death for another twenty years to save it up again?

No, he wouldn't accept it.

And why should his money benefit this kid in front of him?

No, absolutely not!

Not only was Wang Feng unwilling to hold concert tours every year—his physical strength couldn't keep up—but the audience members present also shuddered upon hearing this plan.

"Heavens, he wants to hold concerts, and for twenty years? My condolences to the audience."

"That won't be necessary. Their pitch-correction team is incredibly powerful, doing real-time correction on-site... cough, if the team is willing to accept delayed wages..."

"Sigh, if only he had known then what he knows now. He was the one who insisted on gambling with the guy."

"It's pitiful to think about. Twenty years from now, when he's an old man, he'll finally have saved back the money he lost in this one round."

Hearing the whispers from the crowd, Wang Feng's breakdown deepened.

Soon, he picked up his phone and began to dial with trembling hands.

"Hello, Ziyi? It's your Brother Feng."

"Can you lend me a few hundred million? I'm in the middle of a big game."

A woman's voice on the other end cried out delicately.

"No way, Brother Feng, a few hundred million?"

"Just how big is this game?"

Wang Feng's eyes turned red.

"I don't freaking know how big it can get..."

...After all, he had hung around casinos for years. In the past, Wang Feng had met many female celebrities here, and there was no shortage of mutual care and interaction.

Plus, his luck usually wasn't bad. Compared to those female stars who would constantly complain about their losses, he was usually doing alright.

After making a few calls and promising them thirty percent of the winnings, a few female stars were indeed tempted and lent him some money.

It wasn't hundreds of millions, but a few million.

Xiao Li was extremely anxious.

No, why was her boss still borrowing money to gamble?

A terrifying gambler!

"Brother Feng, let's stop here."

"That person opposite us is too scary. No matter how much we borrow, we'll probably lose it all."

Lin Pei and Lau Tak Wah were already boredly chewing on chocolate.

Lau Tak Wah was a bit impatient.

"I say, Heavenly King Wang, my Brother Lin said he'd lend it to you. Why do you insist on borrowing from women?"

"If you don't want to borrow from Brother Lin, I can lend you some too. I won't charge you much interest."

"That way we can start the next round quickly while both sides are still in high spirits."

Wang Feng almost wanted to curse.

"High spirits? He had lost everything down to his leather pants. What high spirits could he possibly have?"

"The one with the highest spirits in the room was probably this Heavenly King Lau."

Recalling the gamble just now, he narrowed his eyes.

Although his luck today was exceptionally good, that Lin Pei seemed to have even better luck, which was why he could win every time.

If he recklessly continued gambling with him, he feared it would be just as Xiao Li analyzed—no matter how much he borrowed, he would lose every last cent.

Two minutes later, Wang Feng seemed to have made up his mind and stood up from his seat.

"Lin Pei, you wait. I'll find the God of Gamblers here to play against you."

Having said that, he got up and went upstairs via the casino stairs.

Lin Pei was stunned.

Is he going to find backup?

It was fine if the God of Gamblers played him. He also happened to need to stretch his muscles and go relieve himself.

Lau Tak Wah slapped the table excitedly.

"Great, things are getting more and more exciting!"

He pressed his hand on Lin Pei's shoulder.

"Brother Lin, don't leave. We have plenty of time. Just play a round with that God of Gamblers."

"..."

Like hell he was leaving, he just wanted to go to the toilet, okay?"}],