Supremely Talented Tyrant

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"What's the matter? You're trying to tell me that you hit nine points?" Yan Zhihong scoffed, but he didn't believe for a second that Hao Jian could beat him.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I did indeed hit nine points!" Hao Jian laughed, and then with his other hand he flipped over two cards—a ten and a nine, surely a nine-point hand.

The crowd couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. Did this guy actually get nine points? Everyone had been eaten up by Yan Zhihong, only for Hao Jian to turn the tables and beat him, getting nine points in the first round. Was this guy's luck for real?

Yan Zhihong's face turned green, but he quickly regained his composure. Snatching back his hand, he snapped, "It's just dumb luck. Don't get too excited too soon!"

Hao Jian shrugged nonchalantly, "Less talk, hand over my winnings!"

Yan Zhihong then took out a bundle of money from the bag behind him and reluctantly threw it to Hao Jian.

"This time, I'm still going all in!" Hao Jian said with a smile, placing Yan Zhihong's bundle in front of him on the table.

"Do you think your luck will be so good every time?" Seeing Hao Jian betting it all again, Yan Zhihong was seriously irked. Did this guy really think he could win every time, that he had a sure bet on beating him?

"Luck is just one part of it; momentum is also very important. Right now, my momentum has overtaken yours, so I should chase the victory. Enough talk, hurry up and deal!" Hao Jian urged impatiently.

Yan Zhihong was pissed off internally but had no choice but to continue dealing cards to Hao Jian.

"Banker five points, Player six points, Player wins!"

"Banker seven points, Player nine points, Player wins!"

"Banker four points, Player six points, Player wins!"

In the following bets, Hao Jian emerged victorious each time. Every time he bet all in, and each time he won it all.

Before long, a thick stack of cash piled up in front of Hao Jian, amounting to five or six hundred thousand.

Yan Zhihong's face was as black as a pot, utterly baffled. What on earth was going on with this guy? How could he win every time? Was this kid cheating?

As the number of guests gathered around increased, their curiosity grew, wondering whether Hao Jian could keep winning.

And after three or four rounds, some of the guests started betting along with Hao Jian, as his momentum was so strong that following him seemed certain to bring in some money.

This is the trick to playing Baccarat: follow the Banker when it's winning, follow the Player when it's winning, follow the ties, stop after three losses, chasing losses with larger bets only to a certain point.

1. Don't bet on the first hand; if it starts with the Banker winning, then follow the Banker until it loses. If it starts with the Player winning, then follow the Player until it loses. Don't bet on ties, nor count them.

2. If you were following the Banker and the streak ends, then switch to following the Player until it loses. Similarly, if you were following the Player, switch to the Banker after the Player's streak ends. Keep repeating this pattern, and the chance of losing drops.

Seeing Hao Jian's good fortune and consecutive wins, the guests decided to follow his bets.

The outcomes went without saying—everyone won more or less, and, having tasted the sweetness of victory, they raised their stakes. Within an hour, Yan Zhihong had lost over three million.

Yan Zhihong was filled with loathing for Hao Jian. A loss of a million or so was nothing to him, but three million—that was a different story.

And the cause of his major loss was Hao Jian!

Normally, in gambling, the house never loses, but now that everyone was following Hao Jian's bets, Yan Zhihong was the only one losing money.

How come this kid kept winning? Was it really just luck, or was he cheating?

At this moment, Yuan Shanshan was also quite perplexed and asked Hao Jian, "Didn't you say you don't know how to gamble? How come you've suddenly become so skilled?"

"I didn't know how to before, but then I thought it wouldn't be bad to learn a new skill while on this earth, so I studied for a few months. Now, it looks like it's come in handy," Hao Jian said with a smile.

Yuan Shanshan was shocked, "You're not really cheating, are you?"

As soon as Hao Jian mentioned learning card skills, Yuan Shanshan immediately thought of those small ads plastered on street corners, with slogans like "Learn tricks from a master, win every bet."

"Cheating is the lowest form of gambling technique, it's not the way to go!" Hao Jian shook his head, denying that accusation. He was not relying on cheating to gamble.

"Then what are you relying on?" Yuan Shanshan asked, astonished.

"Momentum!" Hao Jian replied.

"Momentum?" Yuan Shanshan was utterly confused. What did that mean?

"If a person's momentum is strong enough, it can change their fortune. Gambling is a mysterious thing. You often see the Banker on a hot streak, wiping out all the Players in one evening, or a Player who's hot, winning against the Banker all night. That's because their momentum is strong, so their luck flourishes!" Hao Jian explained, then with a mocking look at Yan Zhihong, he continued, "My momentum has completely overwhelmed him. He's already feeling anxious, so he's going to keep losing!"

"So, you see, momentum is the real gambling technique!"

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After hearing Hao Jian's words, everyone looked utterly dumbfounded. Could that really be true?

Although they did not truly believe it, Hao Jian had indeed won quite a bit of money that night.

"I'll bet two hundred thousand this time!" Hao Jian said.

"If your momentum is so strong, why not go all in?" Yuan Shanshan asked curiously, because before Hao Jian had always gone all in in one go, but this time he was holding back.

"Because momentum is also a matter of 'a tide that comes forth like a tiger, diminishes on the second push, and is exhausted by the third.' A person might be on a hot streak at the gambling table for an entire night, but it's impossible to keep winning indefinitely. The strength of momentum also has its highs and lows. When you're winning money, remember to quit while you're ahead. Many people don't understand this, which is why they end up giving all their winnings back." Hao Jian explained. Now, he had started to quit while he was ahead.

He had already won a considerable amount of money from Yan Zhihong and could be said to have reached a peak. But what goes up must come down. Hao Jian knew that if he kept betting it all, he might really lose everything in one careless moment.

Hearing Hao Jian's explanation, Yan Zhihong was also skeptical. Could there really be such a thing as momentum?

Indeed, in the following few hands, Hao Jian and Yan Zhihong had their wins and losses, but Hao Jian still won more overall.

But Yan Zhihong was happy, heaving a sigh of relief inwardly. Although he won less, at least he won, which was somewhat better than continuously losing.

At the same time, Yan Zhihong sneered to himself thinking this guy must be out of steam now— now it was his turn to turn the tables!

Yan Zhihong's happiness did not last long, however, for he found himself continuing to lose money, and the amounts were growing, from three million lost to now nearing ten million.

Yan Zhihong, sweating profusely, realized this wasn't going to work.

"Player, one point!" Finally, during one hand, Hao Jian got a one.

Seeing this, the guests couldn't help but be shocked. Could what Hao Jian said be true? Was his momentum nearly spent?

And those who had bet along with Hao Jian were now full of regret. Having lost a significant amount, they wished they had not followed his bet.

They hadn't expected that Hao Jian, who had not had a hand below four points all night, would now get a one. Yan Zhihong would win easily as long as his hand wasn't terrible.

Seeing this, Yan Zhihong also couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Kid, it looks like the God of Wealth has stopped blessing you now, your luck has run out!"

Hao Jian merely shrugged, appearing unfazed, knowing that even if he did lose this hand, he still had a reserve.

"Kid, any point I reveal will beat you, just wait for your loss!" Yan Zhihong laughed arrogantly and then flipped over his card with a flourish.

"Hiss..."

When everyone saw the number on Yan Zhihong's card, they couldn't help but gasp in shock. Could this get any more bizarre?

Yan Zhihong's two cards turned out both to be 10s, which made it zero points.

Seeing this, Yan Zhihong was dumbfounded. Hao Jian had one point and he had zero points? Just how unlucky could he get?

Originally, seeing Hao Jian's one point, he thought he had a sure win over Hao Jian, but he had not anticipated such an outcome.

"Hahaha... idiot... idiot..." Hao Jian pointed at Yan Zhihong, doubled over with laughter, not expecting such a result himself. Even Hao Jian had thought he was going to lose, but to his utter surprise, in the end, he had still come out on top over Yan Zhihong.

"See that? That's what I call momentum. Momentum drives luck, and with one point I can still eat the banker!" Hao Jian laughed loudly.

Everyone felt it was incredible. They had their doubts before, but now, witnessing this turn of events, they were all utterly amazed.

Yan Zhihong's face was as black as could be at this point— he had hit a streak of extreme bad luck.

"This time, I bet all on a tie!" Hao Jian said with an evil grin, putting all the three hundred odd million he had won on the line for a tie.

However, this time Yan Zhihong didn't dare to taunt again. In fact, every time Hao Jian placed a bet, it scared the living daylights out of him. He always felt like he was about to be taken for a ride by Hao Jian.

"Betting on a tie, huh? The odds of that happening are low. What makes this guy so confident—he doesn't have X-Ray Vision."

Those who were ready to place their bets hesitated. The tie bet paid four to one, but the odds were rare; not a single tie between the Player and the Banker had occurred that entire night. What made Hao Jian so confident that a tie would happen this round? They didn't dare take the risk, afraid of losing money.

But still, some followed Hao Jian's bet. In their view, Hao Jian himself was staking three hundred odd million. If anyone had to pay out, it would be Hao Jian who would lose the most. If Hao Jian wasn't afraid of losing so much, what did they have to fear?

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, Yan Zhihong calmed himself down, thinking to himself: Yeah, unless this bastard is a deity, how could he possibly know the outcome in advance?

As soon as Yan Zhihong thought this, he started to feel a bit smug. As long as he could win against Hao Jian this time, Hao Jian would be completely ruined.

Is a tie that easy to bet on? It hasn't happened even once all night. How does this guy know it will happen this round?

Afterwards, Yan Zhihong began to deal, his eyes playing with a glint as he looked towards Hao Jian.