RNP Chapter 285: A Defeated Soul
Chapter 285: A Defeated Soul
Caesar and Ferramy also stared wide-eyed, their pupils suddenly contracting.
And just like that, we lost everything.
The two looked at each other, completely baffled.
Finally, they glanced at the dozen or so gambling experts behind them. These guys were quite embarrassed; they couldn't tell at all!
How did Mr. Chen beat Clark?
Caesar looked at the dozen or so men behind him, exasperated. "We can't figure it out, fine, but you guys, who make a living from this, can't even figure it out?"
It's such a waste of money to raise these guys.
Old Mo smiled and looked over, saying, "Brothers, I won this 500 million too easily. Are you confident now?"
Caesar smiled at Old Mercer, then turned to look at Ferramin.
"Mr. Ferramin, my friend, five hundred million just vanished like that, without any results. How about we take another five hundred million and see? This time, limit their bets to twenty million. Let's take a good look then?"
Yes, Caesar was still uneasy.
They can lose money, but they can't lose the hotel.
Las Vegas casino licenses are limited; it's not that they can't afford to build hotels, but rather that there's nowhere to buy those casino licenses.
What they want to win over someone else's hotel is simply to win their legal casino license. That's the real money-maker.
In other words, the biggest loss would be if you exported your own hotel.
Therefore, we must have insurance again and again.
Ferramin thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. Let's gamble another five hundred million with him."
He also wanted to see if Old Mo really had a way to beat Clark 100% of the time. Only a 100% win rate would put his mind at ease.
Upon seeing Ferramin agree, Caesar immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, we'll put up five hundred million and gamble with you again, but this time, the bet is limited to twenty million per round. Are you in?"
These casino owners are really rich!
Old Mo laughed upon hearing this: "Of course, no problem. You're being so generous in giving me money, I have no reason not to accept it, right?"
Caesar and Ferramy were speechless.
The billion-dollar stake was split in two, and the game began again.
Before starting, Clark requested a shuffle.
This time, Clark made a simple hand and, incidentally, stole two cards for himself.
Yes, this time, he's going to use a two-pronged approach to take down Old Mo.
There was nothing he could do; he realized that making cards didn't seem to work on Lao Mo.
In the last game, Old Mo clearly had three Kings, but he ended up with a 2-3-5. Otherwise, how could he have lost so badly?
He was cheating and manipulating the cards, but of course, he couldn't escape Old Mo's divine sense. However, Old Mo didn't bother with him.
Soon, three cards were placed in front of each of them.
Old Mo smiled and said, "Respected Mr. Clark, it's your turn to speak this time."
Clark smiled and pushed out 20 million chips.
"The initial bet is already ten million, so I'll bet twenty million!"
Old Mo smiled and also put up 20 million chips.
"I'll give you twenty million."
Clark also placed a $20 million order.
Old Mo bet another 20 million. He just wouldn't look at his cards.
Clark put down another 20 million, and Old Murdoch also put down another 20 million.
Now, each person has already placed a bet of 60 million.
Krak stared intently at Old Mo, but finally picked up the cards on the table and began to examine them.
Three eights, as expected, he had a good hand.
If he didn't make a mess of his hand, then Lao Mo should have three sixes in his hand right now.
Clark placed the cards on the table without expression.
They pushed out 40 million chips.
"I'll give you forty million."
Old Mo shrugged and said, "Oh, looks like you have a strong hand. But I'm never afraid to gamble. I'll bet another 20 million."
Clark was speechless, and then pushed out another 40 million.
"I'll bet you forty million, no cards revealed."
Old Mo smiled and pushed out another 20 million.
Clark was speechless.
He pushed out forty million and said, "I'm going to reveal your hand."
There was no other way; he had already pushed out 180 million of the 500 million. He knew his boss's intentions, and he couldn't just go all in again.
Old Mo shrugged and said, "The cards are revealed so quickly, how boring. What cards do you have?"
Clark turned his cards over and laughed, "Sorry, I have three eights. Show me your cards!"
Old Mo laughed and said, "I haven't seen my cards yet! I don't even know what cards I have. Let me take a look first! Oh, sorry, I have three nines."
As Old Mo spoke, he turned over the cards. Sure enough, it was three nines.
"Whoosh..."
Clark stood up abruptly, his hands firmly planted on the table, staring in disbelief at Old Murdoch's cards.
It clearly had three sixes, how did it become three nines? Can numbers be reversed?
But no matter how he looked at it, it was still three nines.
Speechless. Utterly speechless.
In normal gambling, he would have accused Lao Mo of cheating. But here, without evidence, or rather, without being able to see it, he dared not say so.
The 180 million chips ended up in Old Mo's hands.
The second round begins.
Soon, each of them had three cards on the table.
The two still didn't look at their cards. Old Mo spoke up and pushed out 20 million.
Clark also received 20 million.
Old Mo pushed out another 20 million.
Clark also received 20 million.
Old Mo still bet 20 million, but he doesn't look at his cards.
Clark had no choice but to pick up the cards and start looking at them.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pair of A's with a plum blossom five.
Clark put the cards away, and when he opened them again, they had become three aces.
Yes, he just stole two aces and has them in his hand, now he can use them.
Now Clark was confident. He simply refused to believe he could run into two or three more such opportunities.
Forty million was directly pushed out.
"I'll bet you forty million, no cards revealed."
Old Mo smiled and pushed out 20 million.
"I'll go with you."
This time, Clark didn't hold back and pushed out another forty million. He had made up his mind. This time, he was going to go all in.
Of course, Old Mo couldn't possibly see the cards, nor could he reveal them.
As a result, you have 40 million, I have 20 million; you have 40 million, I have 20 million.
Clark quickly ran out of chips.
"Okay. This is my last forty million. I want to see your cards."
Old Mo chuckled and said, "In that case, show your cards!"
Clark said, "Mr. Chen, I always show my cards first. Could you show yours first this time?"
Clark had already made up his mind. If Old Mo opened with 2, 3, and 5, he would immediately switch his cards to a pair of aces and a five.
Anyway, as long as Old Mo reveals his cards first, he's guaranteed to win.
At that moment, everyone in the audience stood up, staring intently at what was happening in the arena.
They just didn't believe it. Couldn't these gambling experts see through the trickery?
Old Mo chuckled and said, "I'm still playing blindly! It wouldn't be right for me to reveal my cards first, would it?"
Clark laughed and said, "Mr. Chen, let me put it this way: if you dare to show your cards first, I will definitely win this round."
Old Mo laughed and said, "Is that really true?"
Clark nodded. "Of course. Do you dare to drive first?"
Old Mo shrugged and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, I'll give you that face."
With that, Lao Mo flipped over his cards and placed them on the table.
Gaa...
Clark's pupils instantly contracted, and he stood up abruptly, staring blankly at Old Mo's three cards, his face turning green.
Finally, he plopped down in his seat, completely limp.
After a long pause, he finally said, completely convinced, "Mr. Chen, you win. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."