Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Seven 21 Points
"My God, what kind of luck is he having?"
"Yeah, five straight hands at 21 points, am I seeing things?"
"Could he be visited by the Fortune God today?"
"21 points, I’ve only gotten it twice today."
...
The neighbors were astounded to see this young man consecutively draw five hands of 21 points; everyone was stunned by his luck. No one had managed to draw 21 points twice in one morning since the ga began, but once Lin Feng arrived, he had done so five tis in a row. This level of luck was sothing even the Gambling King might possess!
Although Han Ziping was sowhat surprised at Lin Feng’s extraordinary luck, to be able to consecutively hit five 21s was indeed rare, Han Ziping didn’t take it too seriously. He intended to let Lin Feng win without any tricks up his sleeve; otherwise, how could Lin Feng have possibly drawn five consecutive 21s? As long as he wanted to cheat, even the most miraculous stroke of luck would be powerless against him, leaving the opponent at his rcy.
Han Ziping noticed that Lin Feng didn’t have the sa amount of greed as the others. Ordinarily, anyone else presented with a lucky streak would risk all their money without hesitation. Yet Lin Feng had been steadily increasing his original ten dollars. Seeing that he was planning to keep going, Han Ziping beca concerned. How could they win his money if he didn’t bet big?
This won’t do; they needed to make him lose once to prompt him to bet more in an attempt to recover his losses. After all, what’s the point if he only pulls out ten dollars for us to play with?
"Brother, look at how good your luck is today. Not betting more while you’re on such a roll seems like a waste, right?" Han Zi’an caught his brother’s cue, understanding that Han Ziping was ready to interfere. Thus, he tried to encourage the crowd to urge Lin Feng to bet more so that they could make him lose once and feel compelled to chase his losses. Then, they could proceed with the plan Qian Duoduo had set for them.
Lin Feng ignored the others and continued to wager all the money he had just won.
Seeing Lin Feng still not adding his own money but instead betting the winnings under his brother’s persuasion, Han Ziping beca determined. The next hand must make Lin Feng lose; otherwise, the situation would beco too suspicious. With this thought, his hands suddenly quickened, shuffling the cards rapidly.
After dealing the cards, Han Ziping snickered to himself, believing that his 20 points were more than enough to beat Lin Feng. He couldn’t imagine Lin Feng’s luck being so good that he hit 21 every single ti.
But what one hopes for often differs from reality.
"21 points, pay up," Lin Feng revealed his hole card once again.
"How is it still 21 points?"
"That’s too magical."
"His luck today is off the charts, isn’t it?"
...
Seeing Lin Feng draw 21 points yet again, the onlookers couldn’t hold back their astonishnt any longer. The young man’s luck seed to have gone insane today. It was one thing to have a streak of good fortune, but to be the protagonist from a gambling movie? Who else could draw 21 points every hand? Once, maybe, but this was six consecutive tis! And his betting thod was recklessly bold. The usual gambler would bet in incrents of a hundred, so they wouldn’t lose everything in one go, but he had been going all-in every hand. This wasn’t just gambling; it was gambling blindly, without leaving any room for retreat!
The more they watched him, the more bewildered the people felt. He maintained the sa expression throughout, giving away no hints of his thoughts. His way of gambling was unbearable to witness; a gambler pushing all in every hand was unheard of, and his luck was so implausibly good that it was akin to being possessed by the Fortune God. The probability of hitting six consecutive 21s was almost as low as winning a five million dollar jackpot!
Dressed as a fellow gambler, Han Zi’an also watched his brother, Han Ziping, with a befuddled gaze, unclear about what was happening. He thought his brother had signaled that he would cheat this hand – so how could Lin Feng have drawn another 21? What was even more baffling to Han Zi’an was that he couldn’t discern any answers in his brother’s eyes, which were also filled with confusion. With Han Ziping’s skill, a misfire shouldn’t have been possible.
As his younger brother looked at him, Han Ziping, who was dealing at the table, felt very gloomy. When he was dealing cards just now, he only paid attention to his own hand and failed to control Lin Feng’s cards. Who would have thought Lin Feng would be so lucky? In all his years in gambling, he had never encountered soone hitting 21 six tis in a row—yet Lin Feng managed just that. What kind of luck was this—had the Fortune God possessed him today?
Anyway, in the next ga, I will shuffle the cards thoroughly. I cannot let him keep winning like this, or the reputation of us Han brothers as the Gambling Kings would be ruined. Thinking this, Han Ziping beca extrely serious about dealing with Lin Feng. Now it involved the honor of us as gambling kings, and I could no longer allow Lin Feng to continue winning; no matter how good his luck might be, he would only lose in my hands!
After shuffling the deck several tis and being certain of both his own cards and Lin Feng’s, he signaled for the others to place their bets. As he watched Lin Feng from the corner of his eye, Han Ziping ntally noted, "I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you lose. Soone who doesn’t know how to gamble shouldn’t be as reckless as you, betting everything each ti, not even considering the possibility of losing. But this saves
the trouble and effort of having to think about how to hook you in."
This ti, I am going to show you what it’s like to lose in gambling!
"Place your bets, everyone," Han Dongping called out, then sat back and did nothing.
"Sa as usual," said Lin Feng impassively, pushing the money in front of him forward, and then waited for the dealer to deal the cards. Up until now, Lin Feng had finally confird that the target of these two gambling kings was himself. It seems they only cared whether he gambled or not, completely indifferent to the other players. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why two gambling kings would seek a gambling match with him—he had never shown any such skill before, nor was there any feud or the like. So, what were these two really here for, and why did they want him to gamble?
Regardless, since they were practically delivering money to his doorstep, he had no intention of turning it away. After he’d taken care of them, they would naturally lead him to the person behind it all, and everything would co to light. It really wasn’t right to always be the subject of soone’s scheming from behind the scenes.
"Deal the cards. Everyone, watch closely," Han Dongping announced and started dealing. Seeing that Lin Feng had staked all his winnings, he felt delighted, thinking, "Now I’ll take all that money from you. You’ll have to use more of your own capital to gamble with us. Otherwise, if we continue like this, our reputation will be completely lost."
When dealing cards to Lin Feng and himself, Han Dongping sneakily pulled out several from the bottom to distribute to Lin Feng and himself, while everyone else received the top cards. The others didn’t understand the trick and were simply happy to see it, thinking how wonderful it was to win a few hundred bucks out of the blue—who wouldn’t be happy?
Seeing Han Dongping finally resort to trickery, Lin Feng felt amused internally. So, they couldn’t resist anymore, huh? The real trouble for them was just beginning.
"21, pay up," Lin Feng called out without even looking at the cards, and only then did he reveal them.
"Ah, it’s 21 again."
"How can this be possible!"
"This..."
"21, they’re all 21."
When the neighbors saw Lin Feng’s cards were 21 again, they couldn’t believe it was just luck. Luck that incredible wouldn’t result in seven straight hands of 21. But what was really going on? All the cards were dealt in plain sight, and it was the dealer’s own n who did the dealing. No dealer would be foolish enough to cheat in a way that made themselves lose money.
Yet this bizarre sequence of seven consecutive 21s baffled everyone...
Han Zi’an couldn’t hold back anymore. His eyes widened in disbelief at his brother, thinking, "What’s wrong with him today? It’s just card dealing, yet he sohow managed to deal Lin Feng another 21. He hasn’t been drinking today; how could he make such an amateur mistake? How could his well-practiced hand fail like this? Is this truly my brother who owns the title of the Gambling King of Guangdong and Macau?"
But when Han Zi’an saw his brother’s expression, he imdiately perceived the aning behind his gaze. His brother’s eyes were filled with helplessness and confusion. In other words, his brother definitely had ddled with the cards just now, but he didn’t understand why it resulted in this outco.
As Han Zi’an gazed at Lin Feng, the frustration inside him was imnse. How could Lin Feng keep hitting 21 like this? The whole situation was bizarre. There was no one who could switch cards under his brother’s nose that he’d heard of, and moreover, he had been keeping a close watch on Lin Feng’s hands. No one in the world could switch cards right in front of two gambling kings—so what exactly was going on?
Han Ziping watched Lin Feng, his mind in turmoil, because he had clearly tampered with the cards just now. He had rigged the deck to give himself a 21 and Lin Feng a 19. Yet, the mont the cards were revealed, everything had changed. To say he made a mistake was impossible; he had been learning the art of gambling since the age of eleven, and the title of Gambling King he received at twenty-six had never failed him. He had absolute confidence in this regard. But the outco wasn’t what he expected. What was happening?
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