In an instant, the elderly man became even more shriveled, barely alive.

But the weight on the balance tipped again!

Soon, in the VIP room, Ji Jue's recently regained luck seemed to rapidly vanish. After just a few rounds, despite constantly folding and enduring tests, he lost tens of millions.

Until he sighed helplessly.

"ALL-IN!"

Ling Zhou's smile stiffened once more on his face; for some reason, from that calm and watery expression, he felt only a cold chill.

"Are you sure?" he frowned and asked.

"Of course." Ji Jue laughed, looking at him: "Will you match it or not?"

Ling Zhou was silent for a moment, waving his hand.

A mountain of chips was pushed forward again, four hundred and seventy million!

"Reveal." Ji Jue said.

The cards were revealed amidst silence and heavy breathing.

Ling Zhou — 9,9,9,5,5, Full House!

And Ji Jue's cards: 5,5,5,5,9... Four of a Kind!!!

"Well, 5 is smaller than 9, but, Four of a Kind should be larger than a Full House, right?"

Ji Jue held the rulebook, smiling broadly: "Looks like I won again?"

Ling Zhou said nothing.

The entire Skysplash vessel seemed to have only the sound of heavy breathing, and even faint, tragic screams from afar...

In the luxurious suite, Cranjier, who was pressing down hard on the balance, suddenly screamed out loud, shrieked sharply, struggling, his whole body twitching and writhing.

A massive flow of blood sprayed from his body, completely absorbed by the balance, as if crushing bones and extracting marrow. Cracks appeared on the balance, and the black weights that held advantage instantly shattered, vanishing into smoke. On the silver-white chips, however, fine cracks quickly opened...

As if instantly thrown into an invisible Melting Furnace, they burned bright red, sizzling.

And behind the cracks, thick blood seeped out bit by bit, unafraid of high temperatures, flowing normally. After being washed away by blood, the silver light faded completely, turning the weights bone white!

Bang!

The crystal chandelier fell without warning, crashing straight onto Cranjier's forehead, the elderly man twitched twice, and fell over backward.

The dignified Ether Path's Booker, without warning, suddenly died.

— Destiny overturned, fate backlash!

"Raise!"

In the VIP room, Ji Jue waved his hand, looking at the few chips next to Ling Zhou: "Hmm, just add sixteen million."

So precise, exactly the total number of chips left in front of Ling Zhou.

Ling Zhou showed no expression, his fingers firmly pinched the cards in his hand, veins bulging.

"...Call."

He said.

Reveal.

Ji Jue's Three of a Kind, Ling Zhou's Two Pair.

The result was decided.

The croupier, with trembling hands, moved the last chips from in front of Ling Zhou, placing them in front of Ji Jue.

It was over...

Among the spectators, who knows how many breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

Ling Zhou smashed a fist into the edge of the table, unable to suppress his rage, finally glancing at Chen Xingzhou, then his gaze fell on the vacant chief's esteemed seat before Chen Xingzhou, eye sockets twitching involuntarily.

In the end, forcing sound from between his teeth: "Fine, losing gracefully, I admit defeat."

"From now on, this debt is wiped clean!"

After speaking, he didn't even bother feigning politeness, turned around, and left.

But behind him came Ji Jue's puzzled voice.

"Hmm?"

At the gambling table, the sitting young man rested his chin, glancing at his back: "Is it over like this?"

Ling Zhou suddenly turned around, Blood Eye red, but saw Ji Jue's smile on his face...

Still gentle and soft, faintly restrained, seemingly there yet not.

"A casino is open to welcome guests; there's no such thing as sending guests away halfway through a game."

Ji Jue lifted his finger, lightly tapping the crack on the table, reminding him: "Besides, I haven't said stop yet."

Ling Zhou's face darkened: "Ji, you damn—"

"What do I damn?"

Ji Jue was curious: "As I recall, it's not me that suggested talking this way, is it?"

For a moment, Ling Zhou was dazed on the spot.

"Isn't this a condition witnessed by the Desert Market?"

Ji Jue examined that face, his smile growing more joyful: "The demands you made, the rules you stated, we've only played halfway, you're done—"

He said: "Mr. Ling, what do you mean?"

Ling Zhou was silent.

Said nothing.

He lifted his head, looking at Chen Xingzhou, Chen Xingzhou was also staring at him, smiling softly, together with everyone present who came to witness.

Only, the gaze was so cold.

Without any warmth.

Like cruel gods and Buddhas made of clay and wood.

Waiting quietly, for the words from his mouth...

In the suffocation, a drop of sweat slowly seeped from Ling Zhou's forehead, he opened his mouth to speak, but finally said nothing, grinding his teeth, returning to the gambling table.

"Come on, we'll continue."

Ji Jue nodded in satisfaction, "Sit down!"

Ling Zhou sat expressionless on the chair, the chair emitting a groan.

"This round, let's play big, how about ninety million?"

Ji Jue suggested eagerly: "I've recently been wanting a spiritual operation platform, just to fulfill a dream, thanks for your kindness... Croupier, what are you waiting for? Deal the cards."

The croupier didn't dare move, trembling as he looked at Ling Zhou.

Until Ling Zhou finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Deal the cards—"

Like lifting a hand, letting shackles bind.

A piercing chill rose up his spine, he breathed heavily, watching the disclosed cards flash past, unsure why, in a daze, his whole body trembled.

After two rounds, the chips beside Ji Jue rose to a new height.

Ji Jue said: "Continue."

The croupier was drenched in sweat, not daring to make any moves.

There were no chips left.

Ling Zhou's expression changed, forcing sound from between his teeth: "The Skysplash's liquid funds are only so much, you've won it all, what do you want?!"

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