Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
After hearing what Hong Dali said, the youth laughed and said,
Haha, it seems your character is the same as in Unexpectedly!
. Your way of speech is really interesting.
The youth then reached out his hands.
I’m Mu Zixiao. This is my first time meeting you, but I hope that you can take care of me.
Hong Dali twitched his nose before reaching out his hands for a handshake. He then smiled and said,
Nice to meet you. Are you here to play cards?
En.
Mu Zixiao shrugged his shoulders.
Let’s play two rounds?
Hong Dali glanced around before shaking his head.
Poker is too boring. Let’s switch to something more exciting!
Oh?
Mu Zixiao laughed and asked,
What do you want to play then?
Let’s play something simple!
Hong Dali sucked in a deep breath.
Let’s play Fight the Landlord!
After hearing this, everyone’s jaws dropped.
Tang Muxin hugged her tummy and laughed, while the cigarette in Chu Zhongqin’s mouth dropped to the ground.
Coming to such a high profiled place with high standards, no matter how one looked at it, playing Fight the Landlord seemed out of place.
However, what they did not know was that Hong Dali wanted this effect—Fight the Landlord was a very fast-paced game. Three Ones, Straight Flush, Bomb, and one would have won. This way, it was much faster and easier to verify whether the system deducted his Squandering Value when gambling.
The others, however, were unaware of what Hong Dali was thinking. Mu Zixiao stared in bewilderment and even forgot to put the peanut he was holding into his mouth.
Did I hear wrongly? You want to play Fight the Landlord?
Still seeking verification, looking left and right, he asked again,
At this place?
Yeah, Fight the Landlord is much more fun to play than Poker. What about it, are you in?
Hong Dali nodded his head.
Let’s bet with 10,000 chips per card, okay?
Alright, whatever you say!
Disregarding others, as the only son of Mu Feng, the president of Weihai Network, who was comparable to Hong Dali’s family, Mu Zixiao was naturally aware of the happenings of the elites in the capital.
That included Hong Dali’s character, the publicly known legend prodigal of Tianjing.
Mu Zixiao was very clever. Although he had no contact with Hong Dali until now, there was a saying that one should know the enemy and know oneself, and then one could fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat. Before he came, he knew at least one thing through inquisition—Hong Dali’s luck was heaven-defying. Therefore, Mu Zixiao concluded that no matter what happened, he definitely did not want to be in conflict with Hong Dali, even if his family’s business was in a great competition with Hong Dali family’s Sangle.
After all, when faced with a powerful foe, one would still be able to know his strengths and the extent of his abilities, and from there, craft out a plan to deal with him, such as Turkey Software’s Liu Mingxin. However, when it came to a person such as Hong Dali, it was no exaggeration to say that there was no limit to his abilities because one would never know when his luck would come to his aid, resulting in a devastating defeat.
Perhaps one would have crafted out a lot of plans to deal with him, and each of which was very detailed, with many backup plans. However, in the end, one would helplessly find that the other party did not even put your plans in his eyes. It was very much possible that due to bad diarrhea, he managed to avoid an assassination attempt; or it was also very much possible that he had nothing to do, went to buy stocks and accidentally, the value of the stocks doubled in just a few days.
Thus, from the time he came to Tianjing, Mu Zixiao had pretty much spent all his time in the casino, finding out information on Hong Dali. And the final conclusion he got was that all kind of strengths and abilities were unable to deal with Hong Dali’s undefeatable luck—last time, there was a god of gamblers that went out all out with Hong Dali, but still lost a great amount of money. The reason was that the god of gamblers thought that it was a sure-win situation when he found out he had three Kings, only to find out that Hong Dali had three Aces…
Since the purpose was to find out Hong Dali’s true abilities, Mu Zixiao really went all out today.
Who else wants to play?
At this time, the three who stood up to greet Hong Dali looked at each other. Finally, the man wearing gold glasses came forward.
I have played Fight the Landlord a few times. I’m in.
He was being modest. In reality, since he liked to gamble, he would frequently play Fight the Landlord when bored.
Hong Dali pushed Chu Zhongqin forward.
God of gamblers, go!
Him?
Mu Zisu stood stunned for a while.
You’re not playing?
Ah, when I was surrounded by fans just now, he helped me to solve the problem. Thus, I told him that if he won today, he would get to keep all of it. If he lost, I would pay for him. So there’s not much of a problem, it’s the same.
Hong Dali said with a grin.
Oh, it’s fine then.
Mu Zixiao shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
Hehe, I didn’t pay attention just now. Mr. Chu Zhongqin is also here. Hello.
Hello, hello.
Chu Zhongqin puffed on his cigar once again and said,
Let’s get started.
And thus, the first round of Fight the Landlord began.
In the first round, Chu Zhongqin got four Qs, one king of spades, three Twos, and a set of straights, easily winning the first round with no difficulty.
In the second round, Chu Zhongqin managed to get four As, a king of diamonds with two Twos, and a trio set of Threes with an Ace, once again winning the round.
While Chu Zhongqin was winning happily, Hong Dali was frowning on the other side—sure enough, not surprisingly, for every round that Chu Zhongqin won, the Squandered Value would be deducted by the same amount he won. In just two rounds, 240,000 had been deducted already.
On the other hand, the faces of Mu Zixiao and the man with gold glasses started to turn serious.
One must know that it was a licensed dealer distributing the cards. On top of that, Chu Zhongqin was a singer, not a gambling god. It was illogical for him to get two perfect hands.
Continue!
Mu Zixiao bit his teeth and said.
Third round, Chu Zhongqin won.
Fourth round, Chu Zhongqin won.
The system once again deducted 240,000 from his Squandered Value.
I don’t believe that I can’t win!
Mu Zixiao managed to get a good hand this round. Four Js, Four Qs, a straight from three to ten, coupled with an A, a total of 17 cards. On top of that, Chu Zhongqin was the landlord. The rhythm seemed to have been snatched back by Mu Zixiao.
When it was time to lay out the cards, Chu Zhongqin first threw out a small plane with wings, three Sevens, three Eights, with a Three and Four, eight cards in one go.
Mu Zixiao had two bombs in his hand and was very confident. He directly threw his four Js down to bomb Chu Zhongqin. However, before he could even throw out the cards, Tang Muxin shouted at the side,
Bomb him!
Following that, Chu Zhongqin threw out four Ks with a Hua
sound.
Mu Zixiao:
…
What the heck, how is this possible!
Chu Zhongqin:
A pair of Aces!
Mu Zixiao eyed the other player—Bro, could you at least throw out some cards?
At this time, he didn’t dare to throw out the four Qs in his hand. If the opponent had another set of kings, his cards would be completely wasted. Then, he saw the man with golden glasses helplessly shake his head. What the heck, this guy can’t even deal with a set of Aces!
At this point, all that could be done was to leave it to fate. However, before they could even respond, Hong Dali snatched the cards from Chu Zhongqin’s hands.
Four Twos with two Kings, done!
