Chapter 77: The Invincible Leopard

"Let Boss Liu speak first!" The dealer, although utterly shocked, his voice trembling, still remembered his duty with both Young Master Qing and Brother Yun present.

"Hahaha!" The obese boss withdrew his plump hand from the young lady beside him and laughed boisterously, reaching out to flip his cards. He truly had no idea what cards he held. Originally, he was just playing along with He Tian for fun, never expecting things to escalate so dramatically. But at this point, nothing else mattered—seeing the cards was what counted.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the fat boss from Qingdao, eager to compare his hand to theirs, to see whose cards were truly superior. The obese Qingdao boss revealed his first card: a two of diamonds. With one card, nothing could be inferred. He continued, unveiling the second card: a club eight.

Disaster! With two cards, the possibilities narrowed. A two of diamonds and an eight of clubs—first, a flush was impossible; second, a straight was ruled out; third, a three-of-a-kind was out of the question. From these two cards, it was clear the fat Qingdao boss was holding a wretched hand.

He could no longer keep calm. Such a dreadful hand meant he was bound to lose, completely undone in this grand game. He revealed the third card: a club seven. How promising a club seven would be, especially paired with the club eight, offering hope. Yet, with a two of diamonds thrown in, all hope was lost—it was a rotten hand, rotten to the extreme.

"Damn my luck!" The fat boss’s face was twisted with anger. To lose in such a manner left him deeply unwilling, but aside from venting his frustration and disappointment, there was nothing he could do. With Young Master Qing present, he couldn’t break the rules of the casino. So, he vented his feelings onto the young lady beside him—suddenly standing up, he grabbed the voluptuous girl, tossed her onto the sofa at the side of the round table, and pounced. Her scant clothing soon vanished...

The obese Qingdao boss, in his fit of rage, sought primitive release. Cao Xiaomin blushed deeply, regretting that she’d let her gaze linger on him. Though—Cao Xiaomin had watched some films in moments of physiological need, even comforted herself, she’d never witnessed such a real scene before. The impact was tremendous.

But in truth, no one cared how the fat Qingdao boss acted now. For the bosses from Rizhao, Yantai, and Weihai, what mattered was that one of the five had lost all threat to them. Next, it was up to the remaining four to see whose hand would prevail.

The Rizhao boss emptied his glass in one go, then, riding the wave of alcohol, flipped all three cards at once. Everyone finally saw his hand: a jack of diamonds, a king of diamonds, and an ace of diamonds. A flush! And with the ace, no less!

Aside from a three-of-a-kind, a straight, or a flush of ace, king, and queen, there was no hand greater than this. No wonder the Rizhao boss insisted on playing to the end—such a good hand, it would have been odd not to see it through.

"Hahaha!" The Weihai boss suddenly burst out laughing, immediately revealing his cards: a club three, a diamond four, and a heart five. A straight! It was actually a straight! The Rizhao boss, who had just begun to smile, was stunned—his mighty flush had encountered a straight, and he had lost, lost completely.

At that moment, the obese Qingdao boss returned to the table, seeing the hands of the Rizhao and Weihai bosses. Both were far superior to his. The speed at which he returned surprised everyone—his endurance and strength were... truly astonishing.

Everyone calculated: had it lasted more than thirty seconds? Damn, it was too quick!

"Hahaha!" As the Weihai boss laughed, the Yantai boss, who’d been claiming his own hand was best, suddenly burst into laughter, successfully drawing everyone’s attention. The Weihai boss was visibly tense, staring at the Yantai boss’s three cards.

"Sorry! Mine is slightly bigger," the Yantai boss smiled at the Weihai boss, took a deep drag on his cigar, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke. Then, he slowly turned over his cards: a heart ten, a heart jack, and a club queen. A straight! And, without question, this straight was much higher than Weihai boss’s.

The Weihai boss wilted—defeated. At this moment, he had lost the round completely.

"Mr. He, how about your cards?" The Yantai boss, cigar in mouth, smiled at He Tian. Now, he had vanquished the other three. Only He Tian, who hadn’t looked at his cards, remained to challenge him. But the Yantai boss was confident—he couldn’t believe an unseen hand could beat his straight. It was impossible.

So, the Yantai boss was certain he was the ultimate winner. The six billion, nine hundred and ninety-two million wager would all belong to him.

Everyone’s gaze converged on He Tian.

"Sister Cao... help me, please! Turn them over," He Tian said, his smile calm, as if even now he felt no tension at all.

"Me... me?" Cao Xiaomin was so nervous she shook her head, "I just turned up those awful cards last time! My luck is bad!"

"The last time was the last time, this time is this time, how can you confuse the two? Come on!" He Tian smiled, insisting that Cao Xiaomin turn over his three cards.

Seeing He Tian’s insistence, Cao Xiaomin could only reach out with trembling hands. Now, no one paid attention to her beauty—all eyes were fixed on the three cards, even Young Master Qing and Brother Yun included. The moment of truth had arrived.

Cao Xiaomin flipped the first card: a club six. She looked at He Tian.

"Sister Cao, this is a good omen! Six is lucky!" He Tian encouraged her, his smile unwavering. With trembling hands, Cao Xiaomin turned over the second card: a diamond six. Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. If He Tian’s third card wasn’t a six, he’d lose to the Yantai boss. With two sixes, only a three-of-a-kind could turn the tide.

Cao Xiaomin grew even more nervous, but still reached out, eyes closed tight, unable to look, to turn the third card. If it wasn’t a six, what then? How much would He Tian lose?

"Hahaha!" But He Tian’s laughter and his sudden embrace and kiss surprised her—it seemed... they’d won?

Cao Xiaomin opened her eyes, ignoring He Tian’s kiss, and looked at the third card—it was a six! A six of spades! Three-of-a-kind! They’d won! Won, won, won!

"Sorry, everyone! When luck arrives, nothing can stop it!" He Tian said, smiling.

"How is it possible! How did a three-of-a-kind appear!" The fat Qingdao boss was incredulous.

"Boss Liu? What do you mean? From the deal to now, I haven’t even touched the cards," He Tian’s face suddenly darkened, a fierce aura emerging from his handsome features.

"Haha, Mr. He, you misunderstand. Boss Liu is just shocked!" Young Master Qing laughed.

"Too shocking! A three-of-a-kind out of nowhere!" Fat Qingdao Boss Liu muttered.

"Brother Yun, please tally the chips," He Tian said cheerfully.

Six billion, nine hundred and ninety-two million! After a one percent rake and returning eleven million chips to the casino, the rest belonged to He Tian. Not counting the small change, He Tian would have fifty-eight billion left. Counting his initial capital and paying back five million for Cao Xiaobin, He Tian had won over fifty-seven billion, with a few tens of millions spare—a huge harvest!

Brother Yun waved his hand, and immediately waiters gathered up the chips for counting.

"Mr. He, your luck is incredible!" The Yantai boss, never expecting his excellent hand to lose to a three-of-a-kind, was deeply frustrated.

"No helping it! I didn’t expect a three-of-a-kind myself. Honestly, seeing your hand, I was ready to admit defeat," He Tian replied, laughing.

"Mr. He, how about another round?" The Weihai boss asked.

"Oh, you want to play more? I’m fine with that," He Tian responded with a smile.

"I think we’d better stop here for today," Young Master Qing said, smiling. Any further and trouble would arise—with such huge sums at stake, it was too risky.

"You’re right, Young Master Qing, no more! Now, what I want most is to have a drink with Mr. He," the fat Qingdao boss said with a laugh.

"And I’m of the same mind!" The Jinan boss, who hadn’t participated in the round, said cheerfully.

"Then let me host, and let’s have a good chat," Young Master Qing offered, smiling.

"How can we refuse? Hahaha..." He Tian laughed heartily.