"Just starting out, small bets, a blind of two thousand..."

The dealer was the last to act, and the player following them, who was the first to speak, immediately tossed out a chip worth two thousand. This was only the first round where probing was generally the main objective, especially since everyone has different gambling habits, and several players at the table were quite unfamiliar with each other; big moves were normally not made.

Of course, these people were all well-off, and a few thousand yuan really meant nothing to them, so they casually threw in their bets.

"I'll call..."

"I'll call..."

"I'm in as well..."

Everyone knew that in the game of poker there were extra rewards for specific hands like a Leopard or Straight Flush, but you had to be in a blind bet to get them; otherwise, they meant nothing...

Since none of these players were short on cash, they all followed suit without hesitation, as two thousand wasn't a large sum to them.

"Heh, I'm riding a wave of good fortune right now; two thousand is too little for me. I raise, let's say... ten thousand!"

Qin Fang was playing the part of a naive gambler who relied purely on luck, but with the momentum of winning six rounds in a row on his side, such behavior was only natural.

Some people were aware of Qin Fang's burgeoning luck, like the Croupier and the two cheaters, but others, like the other five gamblers, had no clue.

So, when Qin Fang suddenly raised the bet, several people looked at him in surprise.

Gambling often involved more than just luck; psychology played a role too. Your opponents would take any small action you made as a clue to whether your hand was strong or weak.

These gamblers were all regulars at the casino, the kind who would gamble every few days. This kind of habit had long been ingrained in them, especially in poker, which was more of a mental challenge to determine whether the opponent was bluffing or not.

Of course, in the first round where everyone was still blind, there was no question of bluffing or not...

"I'll call..."

The person following Qin was still in and chose to call.

"I'll check my cards... Hmm, too weak, I fold..."

The next player, one of the two cheaters, immediately made a show of peeking at his cards before deciding to fold.

"I'll call..."

"I fold..."

The game continued with some choosing to call and others checking their cards and folding; the second cheater also folded soon after, even though his hand was the second best among the eight players.

Who had the best hand?

Qin Fang!

Qin himself hadn't expected to have such a strong hand on the first deal, so easily outclassing the other seven players. Naturally, the two cheaters and the Croupier were also privy to this hand's strength.

The Croupier had shuffled the cards, and Qin had recognized him as a cheater from the outset based on his special shuffling technique. Thus, the gambler who thought he could avoid cheating by dealing himself had failed to realize he was still being manipulated.

Of course, this first hand had indeed solidified the belief that Qin was winning purely based on luck.

"I raise! A blind of twenty thousand..."

"I'll look... fifty thousand!"

"I fold..."

The cheaters had folded, but the others hadn't given up and were still battling it out with Qin, who continued to act smugly. After several rounds of blinds, he finally looked at his cards, immediately beamed a smile, and continued to raise.

The chips on the table were growing in number, from the initial tens of thousands to over three hundred thousand, with individual bets now surpassing fifty thousand. Just a round or two more and they would surely hit the maximum limit of five hundred thousand.

"A Straight Flush... I don't believe you can beat me..."

Indeed, after two more rounds, with the bet capped at five hundred thousand, Qin Fang slapped his own hole cards open. It was a flush with an ace, almost the biggest hand there could be.

"Damn it..."

The gambler who had been going head-to-head with him flung his cards down in an instant while cursing angrily, clearly very infuriated.

"Haha, I told you, I'm on a lucky streak, trying to fight me is like seeking death..."

Qin Fang was still putting on the act of an easy mark, pulling the chips towards himself while muttering under his breath, looking like he was asking for a beating. This made the many gamblers who had lost money gnash their teeth in frustration.

Of course, the two cheaters exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a simple message, evidently they had a plan now.

The best way to drive an opponent crazy is to let him climb to the peak, then push him off suddenly, sending him crashing to the ground, shattered to pieces.

Clearly, Qin Fang's luck was still incredibly strong, further cementing the evidence that he relied on luck in gambling.

The second round began. This time, another gambler was dealing the cards. There was no need for a croupier to shuffle this time; the gambler shuffled the cards himself and then began dealing.

"Blind... five thousand!"

Sitting next to this gambler was one of the cheaters, who, along with the other one, flanked Qin Fang with the intention of not giving him a good time.

Perhaps it was because the first round, which had warmed up ending with a cap, made the battle naturally more fierce from the start as the betting increased.

"I'm riding my lucky streak, gotta press on the attack, I'm going blind with ten thousand..."

Qin Fang was somewhat speechless. After checking the cards in the hands of eight people, he once again discovered that his hand was the biggest of all eight; he had this round in the bag again...

Of course, this made it even more convenient for him to show off. When it was his turn, he fiercely barked out to raise the bet, which made many people's faces turn quite unsightly.

Though these gamblers weren't short on cash, those who gambled regularly knew that going against someone on a hot streak never ended well; they began to bet cautiously and carefully.

This caution meant that the game felt more restrained; everyone's bets were made after much deliberation, cautiously reaching a decision in the end.

And so, when Qin Fang emerged victorious in the end, he only collected about three hundred thousand in chips, of which more than a third were his own bets.

"Haha, I told you, anyone who fights me is in for a bad end... keep it going, keep it going, I want to win more..."

Qin Fang certainly wasn't going to give up such an opportunity to show off. He immediately started calling out again, acting even more insufferable than before, to the point where even the croupier felt like hitting him.

The other gamblers, naturally, were grinding their teeth even more.

The third round began, and this time it was one of the cheaters' turn to shuffle and deal the cards. Qin Fang knew that it was their move now; they definitely wouldn't let him win a third round, and might even be planning to make him take a nasty fall.

But since Qin Fang was already aware of their identities and their plans, he naturally wouldn't let them succeed.

Indeed, when the cheater shuffled the cards, there was nothing fishy, but when it came to dealing, it was full of tricks. This cheater's skill level might not have been very high, maybe just slightly better than Qin Fang's in terms of cheating techniques. At least Qin Fang could see all the tricks he used in dealing the cards.

"You think you can screw me over with this? No chance..."

The cards were quickly dealt, and when it was Qin Fang's turn after the calls for cards had gone around...

"Ah, third time's the charm, better play it safe this time, let's see the cards first..."

What the two cheaters didn't expect was that Qin Fang, this time, decided not to go in blind and chose to see his cards first... "Hmm, not bad, this one—damn, wrong suit... I fold!"

Qin Fang looked at the first card, which had a decent face, without even finishing he glanced at the second one, realized the suit was off, and without bothering to see the third card, he just slapped the cards down and chose to fold.

Pfft~~

His move almost made three people on the scene feel a surge of blood, as if they were about to vomit.

This round was specially set up by the cheater, leopard against leopard, coming up against a leopard hand, anyone would definitely go for the cap straight away. In the end, Qin Fang would certainly lose, and as everyone knows, after such a strong hand is taken down, the luck generally turns quite sour, allowing others to press the advantage, and strike hard while the opponent is down.

But Qin Fang only looked at two cards and folded based just on the suits, not even the specific numbers—how could they not feel like spitting blood? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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