Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 296: This God of Gamblers is definitely an imposter.

Old Mo's method of shaking the dice cup can be described as having no technique whatsoever. He's no different from a beginner.

In front of a gambling god like Torres, he's practically invisible.

So Torres smiled.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure you want to drive like this and stop shaking it?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "Of course. Hurry up and place your bets, you talk too much nonsense."

Torres wasn't angry, and smiled slightly, saying, "Alright, in that case, I'll bet five hundred million on small. Open the dice cup!"

Old Mo turned to look at the chief referee. The chief referee nodded, indicating that he could open the dice cup.

Old Mo laughed loudly, "Hahaha, since that's the case, then I'll open it. Mr. Torres, you lost, it's 5566 points big."

At this point, Lao Mo used a technique.

That's right, Torres guessed correctly; the actual score was one, two, three, and six (small).

However, while Lao Mo was laughing heartily, he had already changed the points with his divine sense.

Why was he laughing so loudly? It was to use his laughter to cover up the sound of his divine sense flipping the dice.

After laughing, when the cup was opened again, the dice showed a total of 5566, which was a big win.

In fact, the scene wasn't that quiet. Even if Old Mo didn't laugh, Torres wouldn't be able to hear him flipping the dice.

He did this simply to be on the safe side.

Gaa...

Upon seeing the number on the dice, Torres' eyes widened in surprise.

"No, no, no, no. Impossible! How could this be? It was clearly one, two, three, six, the smaller one, how did it become five, five, six?"

The scene erupted in uproar once again.

Losing the last game was bad enough, but losing again now. Is this Torres player even real?

Yes, many onlookers are starting to have doubts.

This loss is just too outrageous.

It was clearly 5566 points, a big number, but you, a gambling god, misheard it as 1236 points, a small number.

It's one thing if we can't tell, but how could a gambling god like you make such a big mistake?

Good grief, this Torres is definitely an imposter.

Ferramy burst into laughter again.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"You won, you won again! Even if I let you roll first, you still couldn't win. Now I roll and let you roll, and you still can't win. Haha, is this the God of Gamblers? If that's the case, I could do it too! Hahahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Patton's face darkened once again.

Good heavens, two bets and he lost a billion, that's already a third of his money.

Next, as long as Old Mo draws a tie, or doesn't bet too much, and just holds out until the time is up, this casino will no longer belong to Barton.

Yes, these three billion chips represent his casino.

Barton quickly called a timeout and then pulled Torres aside.

"Torres, what happened to you? This loss is outrageous!"

Torres apologized profusely and quickly said, "Mr. Barton, please don't be angry. This was just my strategy. In these kinds of bets, who can say for sure who will win until the very end?"

Hearing him say that, Patton finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Alright. Mr. Torres, I'm handing this casino over to you. Ten percent of the shares! If it loses, you won't get a single penny."

Yes, Barton brought Torres over and promised him that if he won, he would receive 10 percent of the two casinos he won.

The two casinos together have a combined value of 5 billion. What is 10% of that?

Torres also wants to win! If he wins this match, he can retire from gambling and achieve financial freedom for the rest of his life, never having to worry about money again.

Which profession do people most want to retire from? That's right? It's the professional gambler.

Being a professional gambler is actually a very dangerous profession. You could easily end up with your hands or feet chopped off, or even be killed.

Therefore, everyone wants to win enough money in one game, then retire from gambling and live a carefree life of financial freedom.

Therefore, Torres took this bet very seriously, but he didn't expect to lose the first two rounds.

Torres returned to the table and said, "Mr. Chen, I must admit, you are indeed a step ahead when it comes to dice. I've already lost two of the best three games, so we won't play dice for the next one."

There's nothing Torres can do; Old Mo is too unpredictable. He's certain he can't beat Old Mo at rolling the dice.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Sure, you can choose this time."

Torres laughed, "Okay, let's keep this round simple. We'll play poker. We'll each draw one card from a deck, and whoever draws the highest one wins. Are you in?

Finding the highest cards is Torres' forte; with a deck of cards, once it passes through his hands, he can memorize the positions of all the high cards.

Therefore, he has no chance of losing this round.

Old Mo nodded and said, "No problem! The simpler the better, what's there to be afraid of?"

After the two agreed on their plan, the betting game officially began.

After the deck of cards was shuffled, Torres also shuffled his deck and then handed the cards to the dealer.

Old Mo gave up the opportunity to shuffle the cards.

The dealer laid the entire deck of cards face down in the middle of the table.

The dealer said, "The cards are set up. Please come over here."

They were both too far from the cards.

The two men stood up and faced each other on opposite sides of the card table. This way, they could easily reach for the cards.

Seeing that both of them were ready, the dealer said, "Alright, you can place your bets now. How much are you betting this round? The bet amount cannot exceed five hundred million. If the two bets are different, the higher one will be the bet."

Old Mo smiled and said, "Since the maximum is five hundred million, then let's bet five hundred million."

Torres was speechless. They'd already bet the maximum amount; what could he say?

The dealer looked at Torres and asked, "Mr. Torres, the other side has bet five hundred million. Do you agree?"

Torres said, "I agree."

The dealer nodded and said, "Alright. In that case, please begin drawing cards after you hear my applause."

The dealer clapped his hands together, making a loud "smack" sound.

Upon hearing the sound, the two men acted almost simultaneously, reaching for the Ace of Spades.

Yes, Torres shuffled the cards; he had already memorized the position of the Ace of Spades.

Old Mo, on the other hand, didn't even need to look to know which card was the Ace of Spades.

So, both of them reached for the Ace of Spades at the same time, because the Ace of Spades is the highest.

Unfortunately, Torres, a seasoned gambler, was a bit too quick.

He reached out and grabbed the Ace of Spades.

Old Mo smiled slightly and also took a card in his hand.

Neither of them looked at their cards, yet both wore smiles at the same time.

Torres laughed: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, although you can remember the positions of the cards, you're still too slow."