Supremely Talented Tyrant

But Hao Jian acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and after Yan Zhihong had dealt the cards, Hao Jian picked up his own cards, glanced at them, and then grinned at Yan Zhihong, "Reveal your cards, Banker?"

"Banker has nine points! And I still lose? How can you be so lucky and hit nine points?" Yan Zhihong said incredulously, his eyes playfully fixed on Hao Jian.

"Time to pay up!" Hao Jian gave Yan Zhihong a deep look and then casually threw his cards onto the table—it was also nine points.

"My God, it really is nine points. Is this kid possessed by the God of Gamblers?"

"It's truly a tie. Damn, if I had known, I would have bet with him." Everyone was regretting not doing so—that was a payout at four times the stakes!

And those who had bet with Hao Jian were likewise thrilled. It was as if they had won four rounds in one go, and they all looked at Hao Jian with admiring eyes.

"Three million times four equals twelve million, and I'll give you the change!" Hao Jian laughed heartily, very generously, with one hand resting on Yuan Shanshan's shoulder.

Yuan Shanshan symbolically struggled a little but then stopped moving.

Everyone's gaze towards Hao Jian was filled with disbelief. At first, when Hao Jian had pulled out ten thousand yuan, they had all despised him, thinking he was a poor wretch making a fool of himself.

But now, that ten thousand had instantly multiplied by twelve thousand times, shocking them thoroughly.

Yan Zhihong was petrified, his cards slipping from his hands and scattering on the floor.

Now, Yan Zhihong was frightened by the scene before him. He couldn't comprehend why this was happening, why this kid was so miraculous, why he was always outdoing him?

Suddenly, a fierce glare formed in Yan Zhihong's eyes as he stared at Hao Jian, "You're cheating! You must have cheated!"

Yes, this guy must have cheated, otherwise how could he have won every time?

Upon hearing this, Hao Jian gave a wry smile and slowly said, "You can eat whatever you want, but words must not be spoken recklessly. Eating whatever concerns only you and no one can manage that, but making reckless remarks can slander others."

"Am I wrong, then? How come every time you always outdo me by one or two points? If you're not cheating, how could you possibly win every single round against me?" Yan Zhihong retorted.

"Hey, idiot, stop joking, alright? Have you forgotten how many times Hao Jian has voluntarily revealed his cards first? If he's revealing first, how would he know what cards you'll have? How could he possibly cheat? Does he have X-Ray Vision?" Yuan Shanshan disdainfully said, disgusted by Yan Zhihong's inability to accept his losses.

If Hao Jian were cheating, then he would wait every time for Yan Zhihong to reveal his card points before revealing his own, right?

"Yan Zhihong, you're the one who can't accept the loss, aren't you?"

"If you can't afford to lose, then don't be the Banker. What, thinking of reneging now because you lost?"

"Exactly, don't act rich when you don't have the money. His hands were on the table the whole time, how could he possibly cheat?"

The guests also started criticizing Yan Zhihong because they had won quite a bit of money with Hao Jian, so naturally, they were now on Hao Jian's side.

Initially, they had no respect for Hao Jian, but after he showed his incredible skill, they could no longer underestimate him.

Although this guy looked ordinary, he was indeed a God of Gamblers, and with such skills, how much money could he not make?

"Can't you guys see that he's cheating?" Yan Zhihong screamed hysterically.

"No, we only see someone trying to renege," said the others. Naturally, they wouldn't accuse Hao Jian of reneging—after all, they were counting on him to make money.

Who cares if Hao Jian was cheating as long as they were making money?

"You guys... very well!" Yan Zhihong clenched his teeth in fury, his gaze sweeping threateningly across the crowd, but the people were unfazed, most of them being influential, their status was no less than Yan Zhihong's, hence they didn't really care about him.

"Stop talking nonsense and pay up! Twelve million, no credits!" Hao Jian yawned as he spoke.

"You cheat and still expect me to pay? Dream on!" Yan Zhihong howled, just Hao Jian's winnings alone had caused him a loss of twelve million, and with the others' bets, he lost nearly forty million, which even for Yan Zhihong was painful.

That was his income for several years combined, and though he had planned to make a score today as the Banker, he ended up losing so much.

Yan Zhihong seriously suspected Hao Jian was cheating, otherwise, how could he keep winning?

"Cheating? Do you have any evidence? If not, can I assume you are just making excuses?" Hao Jian sneered, aware that Yan Zhihong was desperate and deliberately avoiding payment.

"Yes, if you claim we're cheating, then bring out the evidence quickly; otherwise, it only proves you're making excuses and intentionally not paying!" Yuan Shanshan also snorted coldly.

Yan Zhihong almost clenched his teeth to the breaking point but stood frozen, as he also lacked any evidence.

However, Yan Zhihong suddenly thought of something and begrudgingly glanced at Hao Jian, "If you're so capable, wait here for me, and I'll show you what a real 'God of Gamblers' is!"

"You aren't planning to run away, are you?" Hao Jian teased.

Hearing this, the guests immediately blocked Yan Zhihong's path, since many among them were still owed payouts by Yan Zhihong, and naturally, they wouldn't let him leave just like that.

Extremely agitated, Yan Zhihong had no choice but to stand his ground and make a phone call, "Adlerian, it's Yan Zhihong. I'm at XX Hotel. A nobody won a lot of money from me; come over quickly and help me!"

On the other end, Adlerian was somewhat doubtful, "That's unlikely. With the gambling techniques I taught you, ordinary people shouldn't be able to beat you.

"The guy is no ordinary person, he..." Saying this, Yan Zhihong glanced at Hao Jian unconsciously but noticed Hao Jian looking back with a smirking smile, which further infuriated him, "Anyway, he's a bit tricky; come over quickly!"

Adlerian fell silent for a moment, then said, "Give me half an hour!"

After hanging up, Yan Zhihong sneered at Hao Jian, "Kid, you're dead! The moment my friend arrives, you'll lose everything you have!"

"You were saying the same thing just now, and yet you're now trying to default on your debt," Hao Jian mocked.

"Nonsense! It's clearly you who cheated first." Yan Zhihong snorted coldly, "Let me tell you, my friend is not like me; he's a special croupier from Las Vegas, known as the 'God of Gamblers' in Europe and America. Your little tricks are nothing in his eyes!"

"Adlerian? Is that the legendary croupier who made a billion for a Las Vegas casino in one night?" someone exclaimed, obviously recognizing Adlerian, having been to Las Vegas before.

"Not only that, I've also heard that he has challenged croupiers from various Vegas casinos and is even planning to challenge famous croupiers worldwide. Now, the major casinos around the world all want to recruit him!"

"I can't believe Yan Zhihong actually knows Adlerian; this kid is in trouble," a portly middle-aged man remarked somewhat sympathetically looking at Hao Jian.

"Certainly, Adlerian is known as 'The Hand of God;' cards seem to come alive in his hands, allowing him to deal any card he wishes. That's why he could become the famed 'God of Gamblers' in Europe and America. Now that he has come to Huaxia, could it be that he intends to challenge our croupiers?" someone began to worry, recalling that Adlerian had previously visited the East Ocean, where he had defeated and insulted prominent East Ocean croupiers as garbage.

Thus, they were concerned that Adlerian might do the same to Huaxia's croupiers after defeating them.

Even though Hao Jian had performed well just now, they didn't think he could win against Adlerian, who was known as 'The Hand of God'.

"Hear that, kid? My friend is known as the god of the casino; he is omnipotent. If you beg for mercy now, there's still a chance!" Yan Zhihong chuckled coldly.

"This place is neither Las Vegas nor the East Ocean," Hao Jian simply said.

The crowd was shocked; Hao Jian's words implied he was planning to challenge Adlerian?

"Admirable courage, but I wonder whether you will still be this confident in a little while!" Yan Zhihong scoffed, feeling like he had punched cotton, and it vexed him.

"Don't worry about me; if you have the energy to care, better think about how to pay me back. I'll have you know, no one dares default on debts to me," Hao Jian grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"Just defeat my friend, and you'll get your money immediately!" Yan Zhihong declared boldly, fully confident in Adlerian, who had mingled in casinos for over a decade, and whose skills were nearly unmatched. He had gambled against Adlerian once and ended up losing ten consecutive rounds.

"But just gambling this amount of money seems a bit too boring." Hao Jian suddenly said, implying something deeper.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Zhihong frowned, catching the hint in Hao Jian's words; was this guy thinking of raising the stakes?

As expected, Hao Jian suggested raising the stakes, "A mere ten million is child's play; how about we add something extra to the stakes, like real estate or companies?"

"Are you joking with me? You, a deadbeat, have real estate and companies?" Yan Zhihong burst into laughter, angered by Hao Jian's audacity, thinking he was planning to swindle something for nothing.

If he lost, he would hand over companies and the like, but if Hao Jian lost, he wouldn't have to pay a single hair?

Hao Jian smiled, then took out a black card from his pocket and placed it on the table, "I think you must recognize this, right?"

"A black card? This guy has a black card?" The crowd was suddenly shocked; although wealthy, none of them qualified to possess a black card.