12: Crazy win

Lin Chuan picked up the cards, but he didn't cover them completely like most people would.

Instead, he turned slightly to the side, seemingly carelessly sliding the cards open just a crack.

This angle was perfect for Pockmark and Skinny Monkey behind him to see.

But what they didn't know...

Was that the moment Lin Chuan slid the cards...

His fingers moved with extreme subtlety.

Earlier, he had plucked a few strands of hair from a lock that hung over his forehead.

Then, using the motion of sliding the cards, he twisted those strands into a single thread.

He skillfully laid it across the middle of the final card, the Seven of Spades.

Between the refraction of light and the shadow of the hair...

That originally pointed Seven, under the dim lighting and at that specific angle, instantly turned into a Nine with a rounded belly!

The Nine of Spades!

And the first two cards were clearly two red Sevens.

Seven, Seven, Nine!

It was a decent pair!

But in a game like this, a pair was considered the bottom of the barrel.

"Cough, cough!"

Pockmark behind him feigned a couple of coughs and made an extremely subtle hand gesture: A pair, not big.

Across from him, Little Mustache's eyes brightened behind his sunglasses.

Message received!

A pair?

A pathetic pair.

Little Mustache slid his cards open for a peek.

A Flush!

The Two, Five, and Nine of Hearts!

While it wasn't a Straight Flush, in Zha Jin Hua, a Flush was already a very strong hand—it would easily crush a measly pair!

"2,000."

Lin Chuan casually tossed out a stack of cash.

Little Mustache immediately felt a surge of satisfaction.

This little brat, betting this much on a crappy pair, trying to bluff me?

Does he think I'm some naive kid?

'Haha, just watch me win everything you have today!'

Little Mustache was ecstatic; in his eyes, Lin Chuan's behavior was practically hand-delivering money!

"Kid."

"How much money do you have left on you?"

Little Mustache slapped his cards face-down on the table with a sinister grin.

"Not much, just a few hundred billion," Lin Chuan smiled.

He was an honest person and liked to tell the truth.

A few hundred billion!

Everyone around them burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"You have hundreds of billions? Who are you trying to fool?"

"Damn! Hundreds of billions, that's too ridiculous!"

"I wouldn't even dare to burn that much Spirit money! If you have hundreds of billions, why don't you go play a few rounds with the King of Hell?"

"Tsk! He sure can brag!" The crowd chimed in one after another.

Little Mustache: "Well, I have a few trillion! 4,000!"

Lin Chuan followed.

Little Mustache: "Since you still have money, let's play for high stakes."

He pushed the mountain of money in front of him into the center and even pulled a Bankbook from his pocket, slapping it on top.

"There's over twenty thousand in cash on this table, plus the ten thousand in this Bankbook—thirty thousand in total!"

"I'm going All-in! Do you dare to call?"

Lin Chuan laughed.

He laughed brilliantly.

He casually placed his '7-7-9' hand face-down on the table.

Then he pulled another thirty thousand from his coat and threw it in.

"Going All-in with just thirty thousand? You loser!"

"I call!"

"Furthermore..."

"I'll raise you another twenty thousand!"

Lin Chuan pulled out another 20,000 yuan.

Carrying so much cash when going out...

How insane was that!

College students returning from the capital really were different!

Even Chu Yueli felt a hint of surprise at Lin Chuan's financial strength.

However, the current scope was still within the system's correction space.

"Oh, wow. You want to be arrogant? Just you wait. Boss, I need a loan."

"Nine out, thirteen back. How much do you want?"

"20,000! I'll use a house I own in the city as collateral."

"Alright."

Chu Yueli nodded.

This gambling match was already massive, something even she rarely saw.

Having issued two consecutive loans, her income for the day had already exceeded ten thousand.

After getting the money, Little Mustache slammed it onto the table.

"Good! Very good!"

"Show your cards! Let's see how you plan to beat me!"

Little Mustache flipped over his hole cards and slammed them onto the table.

"Flush! Two, Five, and Nine of Hearts!"

"Kid! Stunned, aren't you? Hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, reaching out to scoop up the money on the table.

The people around them sighed.

"A Flush!"

"That's a great hand!"

Lin Jiang, standing behind, almost fainted. He had also caught a glimpse earlier; his brother's hand was a pair.

It's over, he lost again!

And this time, he was about to lose over 50,000 to the opponent.

"Hold on."

A hand firmly pressed down on Little Mustache's wrist.

Lin Chuan remained seated, his smile unchanged.

"What's the rush? I haven't shown my cards yet."

"Then show them! Hurry up! I don't believe your hand can beat my Flush!" Little Mustache sneered.

Lin Chuan ignored him.

He extended his slender fingers and flipped over the three cards on the table one by one.

The first card: Seven of Hearts.

The second card: Seven of Diamonds.

Little Mustache sneered, "At most it's a pair. Stop acting like a big shot!"

Lin Chuan's fingers pinched a corner of the third card and gave it a gentle flick.

The strand of hair was brushed away.

Spades, but not a Nine!

A Seven!

The 'fake Nine' everyone had seen earlier had now clearly and unmistakably become a pointed Seven!

Three Sevens!

A Set!

"Holy crap!" Little Mustache bolted upright.

Boom!

The entire casino instantly erupted.

"Holy shit! A Set!"

"Three Sevens! A Set of Sevens!"

"This—this—didn't it look like a Nine just now?"

"That was a strand of hair! I get it now. He knew Little Mustache was cheating and had people peeking at his cards, so he used a fake Nine to trick him!"

"Hahahaha! Incredible! He beat them at their own game. So clever!"

"As expected of a college student, that brain of his is sharp."

"Yeah, yeah!"

"My god, winning over 50,000 in one go. The Lin family is finally going to live well!"

Pockmark and Skinny Monkey rubbed their eyes vigorously, screaming in shock.

They had clearly seen 7-7-9 just now!

Their hearts sank. They were part of the Zhang Family Gang in the city, and Little Mustache was their superior. Now, because of their mistake, they had offended their boss.

They were going to be skinned alive!

"It's over!"

"Everything is ruined!"

Little Mustache's smile froze instantly.

His expression looked as if he had been forced to swallow a mouthful of filth.

It was as twisted as could be.

He stared fixedly at that Seven of Spades, his entire body trembling.

"Impossible! Damn it! Argh!!"

He screamed hysterically.

Over 50,000!

Over 50,000 yuan!

Plus, his house was going to be taken by the casino. If he went home like this, his wife would scratch him to death!

Lin Chuan stood up, leaning his hands on the table, looking down at him with a mocking gaze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"A Set beats a Flush."

"This fifty-thousand-plus belongs to me."

Having said that, Lin Chuan didn't hold back. He reached out and gathered the mountain of money on the table toward himself like he was raking grass.

"In the future, find someone decent to report for you."

"You keep finding these idiotic fools."

"They actually mistook a Seven for a Nine. Isn't that right, Pockmark, Skinny Monkey?"

Pockmark and Skinny Monkey were immediately surrounded by everyone's stares. They quickly blurted out defensively, "You—you—don't talk nonsense! I never looked at your cards!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Chuan sneered, "It's useless explaining to me. You'd better think about how to explain it to that Mustache over there."