152: The God of Gamblers lost in the first round? Wang Feng: Is he really not an enemy agent?

The two people at the gambling table looked quite calm, but the onlookers were so nervous they didn't dare to breathe.

Their eyes even held a hint of admiration.

As expected of the God of Gamblers; in a game worth billions, he didn't even look at his cards before opening them.

Ordinary people's hearts couldn't quite take it.

At this moment, Chen Qing's cards were revealed.

Five of Diamonds, Six of Hearts, Seven of Clubs—a Straight.

Everyone took a look.

The God of Gamblers' hand was decent, but it certainly wasn't large.

However, the look of confidence on his face made everyone feel like he was bound to win.

It had been this way in the past several gambling matches.

Whether with big cards or small, he had never suffered a single defeat.

Everyone else was used to it, but Lin Pei didn't understand.

With such small cards, what on earth was this God of Gamblers so confident about?

Lin Pei smiled and revealed his own cards.

Queen of Spades, Ace of Clubs, Jack of Spades.

The crowd froze for a moment, everyone beginning to doubt their own eyes.

"What's going on? This kid actually beat the God of Gamblers? He won just like that?"

"No way? It seems this Young Man really is a master; no wonder he has such spirit and temperament."

"Heavens, could Brother Lin be a god descended to earth? How did he do it? How can he be so amazing at everything he does?"

"I don't believe it. The God of Gamblers has never lost, yet today he lost so easily to a Young Man?"

"The cards are right there in front of you, and you still don't believe it? However, there is one possibility: the God of Gamblers might have intentionally lost a round to encourage his junior, intending to win it all back later? His gaze just now was truly confident yet gentle."

"What the hell do you mean 'encourage his junior'? Who would be crazy enough to use billions to encourage a junior? You wouldn't even do that for your own son."

"Exactly. Look at him now—is the God of Gamblers' gaze still confident? Is it still gentle? He's clearly questioning his life just as much as we are."

"..."

Chen Qing's eyes were wide now, the confusion within them no longer suppressible.

As the Dragon Kingdom's number one God of Gamblers, his equipment and cheating techniques were naturally top-notch.

He had clearly used his high-tech glasses to see through Lin Pei's cards just now, so why were they different when the other party revealed them?

Moreover, during the process, he hadn't seen the other party make any move; it was impossible for him to have swapped the cards.

Having dominated casinos for so many years, he believed he at least had that much discernment.

So, was there a problem with the glasses, or had he misremembered?

Thinking of this, he pretended to casually take off his glasses and wipe them, finally confirming that there was nothing wrong with them.

Then it was possible he had misread them.

Could it be that he was getting old?

Fortunately, with a net worth of tens of billions, this single hand wouldn't shake his foundation.

It was just that, as a legendary God of Gamblers, losing to an inexperienced greenhorn was truly a bit embarrassing.

So next, he would definitely make this Young Man lose everything.

Chen Qing reined in his previous emotions and instead smiled at Lin Pei.

"Kid, I'll host the first round and top up your capital a bit."

"Next round, we'll gamble fairly. Don't go blaming me when you lose, alright?"

In the crowd, the person who had just suggested the God of Gamblers was encouraging his junior brightened up.

"Yo, I actually guessed right? The God of Gamblers really is generous; as expected of a rich man."

Everyone's expressions were complicated.

"Is that really how it works? How about we gamble a round with him later too? Let him spread the wealth a bit and encourage us as well?"

"Could that just be an excuse the God of Gamblers made after accidentally losing?"

"Cough... we don't understand. The world of the rich is so damn hard to grasp."

Standing behind Chen Qing, Wang Feng wiped his sweat, indicating that he couldn't understand this God of Gamblers either.

The moment Lin Pei revealed his cards, he truly felt that this God of Gamblers might be an Enemy Agent.

Because he lost even more calmly than Wang Feng himself did.

It could only be said that even among the rich, there are levels, and those at different levels can't quite understand each other.

Speaking of which, before letting Chen Qing and Lin Pei gamble, he should have gambled a round with Chen Qing himself first.

He was the one who needed his capital topped up the most, okay?

Hearing Chen Qing's words, Lin Pei did not intend to accept this kindness.

"Mr. Chen truly has great wisdom and eloquence, to be able to describe losing as 'letting me win'."

"Forget it. If you lose again next time, I hope Mr. Chen will be more straightforward and just admit it."

Chen Qing hadn't expected Lin Pei to disrespect him so directly, and a flash of irritation instantly crossed his eyes.

"Mr. Lin really is young and impetuous. If you don't want to accept my kindness, then so be it."

"I also have a piece of advice: when young people lose too much, they easily get angry and do something stupid."

"I hope you won't."

Lin Pei raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder."

"I can't guarantee that. Being young and impetuous, I might do anything when I'm angry."

"Mr. Chen, you'd better beef up the security around you. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my feet when the time comes."

Chen Qing was just about to give a contemptuous smile when an underling whispered something in his ear.

"Boss, this person seems to be our Dragon Kingdom's 'father of the national football team', Lin Pei."

"His leg strength is incredible. If you were to take a solid kick from him, you'd probably lose your life."

Chen Qing's smile froze on his face.

After the underling's reminder, he finally connected this Lin Pei with the one he had heard about online.

It wasn't just a shared name; they were the same person.

This wasn't the first time he had seen news about Lin Pei.

This Young Man didn't just have good leg strength; he was also a good shot, threw Flying Daggers accurately, had been to the Police Station many times... and when it came to torturing and killing people, he had quite the repertoire.

He was even suspected of being a Terrorist leader... Within a minute, Chen Qing's face had already turned somewhat pale.

A few minutes later, as expected, several more burly bodyguards appeared by his side, pushing Wang Feng to the back.

Wang Feng's view was completely blocked by the tall bodyguards. He sighed repeatedly and could only look forward through small gaps along with Xiao Li.

After the Dealer announced that Lin Pei had won the first round, Lau Tak Wah excitedly pulled back the chips and whispered in Lin Pei's ear.

"Brother Lin, you're too awesome!"

"I can't figure it out—did you win, or did he really let you?"

"I just looked him up online; the guy opposite us is incredibly powerful. He hasn't had an opponent in the casinos for years."

Lin Pei smiled.

"You'll find out in a bit."

Soon, Lin Pei and Chen Qing began the second round of the game.

After the Dealer dealt the cards, Lin Pei still went all-in.

Chen Qing smiled and called the bet.

The crowd sighed repeatedly.

It was the second round, and these two were as calm as ever.

It felt like this game wasn't testing the players' composure, but rather the audience's.

This was a gamble worth tens of billions; it was so damn nerve-wracking!