Supremely Talented Tyrant

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Getting a Black Card isn't just about having money, you have to be extremely, extremely wealthy!

Yan Zhihong was also surprised, but he quickly recovered and asked suspiciously, "Is that a prop?"

"Take it and have the hotel manager withdraw fifty million for me!" Hao Jian handed the card to Yuan Shanshan, who got up and walked out. Shortly after, two security guards respectfully followed Yuan Shanshan back with two large leather suitcases.

Everyone was petrified. At first, they thought Hao Jian was just a pretty boy who had to borrow money from Yuan Shanshan to gamble, even claiming he didn't have any change.

And now what, he really doesn't have change?

Yan Zhihong's face turned green with envy; he had finally understood why Yuan Shanshan had rejected him. It was because he wasn't as rich as Hao Jian.

"Here's fifty million. I want to raise the bet, and it's no-limit. Do you dare?" Hao Jian asked Yan Zhihong with a smirk.

"Why wouldn't I want money that's being offered to me?" Yan Zhihong sneered, then he made a call to his assistant to bring over fifty million.

All eyes were on them, amazed. A wedding banquet had turned into a gambling den in an instant, and Hao Jian and Yan Zhihong seemed to have become the gambling kings, now about to compete for supremacy.

About half an hour later, Adlerian appeared. He was tall, standing at 1.9 meters, with long, curly brown hair, and a beard around his jaw. His eyes were beautiful, possessing an indescribable electricity.

He was dressed in a pristine white suit and wore white gloves, resembling a clergyman. He had a slight smile on his face that somehow exuded purity, and was quite charming.

Upon Adlerian's arrival, many of the women present felt a surge in their hormones, feeling a warmth throughout their body.

"Adlerian, you've finally arrived. Today, you'll have to give me a hand in teaching that arrogant kid a lesson," Yan Zhihong eagerly came up to him, pointing at the two thick piles of money on the table, "I've prepared the chips for you. Go ahead and do your thing!"

Adlerian nodded, then walked over to Hao Jian, looking at him with a smile, "You want to gamble with me?"

Hao Jian shrugged and said, "It seems that way."

"Why? This isn't a wise choice," Adlerian said with a light smile, seemingly trying to persuade Hao Jian not to be impulsive, which showed that Adlerian was very confident.

"Because I want more money. As for whether it's wise or not, we'll have to gamble to find out," Hao Jian replied calmly.

Adlerian gave Hao Jian a deep look, no longer trying to dissuade him, but asked directly, "Would you like to be the Banker or should I?"

"You do it, I hate dealing," Hao Jian laughed.

"This guy is really a fool for letting Adlerian deal the cards. Does he really think the 'Hand of God' is just a fancy title?"

"Exactly, he might have had a chance to win if he dealt, but if Adlerian draws the cards, then this guy is doomed!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion; they all thought Hao Jian was too presumptuous, thinking that after winning a few rounds against Yan Zhihong, he could look down on everyone, not even taking Adlerian seriously.

Having Adlerian draw the cards was an absolute nightmare, a man who could draw whichever card he pleased. On the gambling table, he was invincible, extremely terrifying!

Adlerian couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, and although he said nothing, his eyes held a hint of contempt. Clearly, he thought lightly of Hao Jian's rashness, considering such an action to be incredibly foolish.

Before picking up the cards, Adlerian lifted the golden cross necklace in front of his neck and kissed it.

Hao Jian noticed Adlerian's gesture and said teasingly, "I've heard them call you 'God'. So if I am your enemy, what should I be called?"

"Those who are enemies of God are naturally the Devil," Adlerian replied, shuffling the cards while smiling lightly.

"No, I'm not the Devil; I am something else, something far more special, the only thing that can kill God," Hao Jian said, sitting up straight, his gaze burning into Adlerian.

"Oh? And what is that?" Adlerian asked, intrigued, jokingly.

"God of Death!" Hao Jian answered.

As Hao Jian spoke, the people around him could feel the temperature dropping.

"You fancy yourself as the God of Death?" Adlerian laughed incredulously. Isn't that too arrogant? Although others referred to him as God, he never dared to claim that title himself, always maintaining humility before the divine. Hao Jian, on the other hand, was so full of himself.

"Today, I will completely erase the legend of God, kill God; so tell me, am I not the God of Death?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

"We'll see how capable you are." Adlerian stopped smiling and looked at Hao Jian expressionlessly.

At that moment, all present seemed to see sparks and lightning flashing in the eyes of Hao Jian and Adlerian. A battle between God and the God of Death had officially begun.

Then, Adlerian shuffled and dealt the cards, Hao Jian placed his bets.

This time, Hao Jian didn't go all in, because he knew that Adlerian was not like Yan Zhihong; he couldn't bet rashly but instead started with ten million.

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"Banker nine, player eight, banker wins!"

The first round ended with Adlerian's victory.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, Hao Jian's luck was already considered good, able to get eight points, but unfortunately, he was facing Adlerian, and even eight points were useless.

Seeing Adlerian win ten million from Hao Jian right off the bat, Yan Zhihong was overjoyed, "Kid, aren't you very arrogant? Bragging about defeating Adlerian, with your skills?"

Yuan Shanshan saw that the situation was not good, and was a bit panicked; she wanted to advise Hao Jian to leave, but she worried it might injure his pride, so she held her tongue.

"Bet another ten million!"

"Banker seven, player three, banker wins!"

"Bet another ten million!"

"Banker eight, player six, banker wins!"

"Continue!"

"Banker two, player one, banker wins!"

However, in the following few rounds, it was Adlerian who held the advantage, eating Hao Jian alive. The original fifty million was now only ten million!

"Can't even win with a banker's two points, looks like he's really out of luck now," Yan Zhihong, who earlier lost greatly in front of Hao Jian, was now witnessing Hao Jian suffer a heavy defeat in front of Adlerian, completely reversing the situation.

They all knew, Hao Jian's momentum couldn't overcome Adlerian's; being under pressure instead, this could truly end with Hao Jian losing everything.

Adlerian wore a smile on his face, toying with the playing cards in his hands, and stared at Hao Jian with a taste of both sympathy and disdain.

"Haha, kid, tasting defeat huh? What did you say earlier? 'God of Death ends God's legend'? It's just that your scythe isn't sharp enough to cut through God's throat!" Yan Zhihong burst into laughter, his expression full of self-satisfaction. Winning forty million from Hao Jian in one go was a sweet revenge, and he was even making a fortune out of it, which made him ecstatic.

"Hao Jian, let's just leave," Yuan Shanshan finally couldn't hold back and advised, because she also could see that Hao Jian would definitely not win against Adlerian. Continuing this way, Hao Jian would even lose his last ten million.

"Yeah, if you're gonna scram, better do it fast, or in a moment you'll lose everything and won't even have the fare to catch a cab," Yan Zhihong mocked.

"It's okay, trust me," Hao Jian said gently with a smile and patted Yuan Shanshan's hand.

Yuan Shanshan sighed and didn't say anything more.

"Still playing tough on the brink of death? Your skin is truly thick to an unprecedented degree!" Yan Zhihong said sarcastically, eyeing Hao Jian.

"I want to raise the bet!" Hao Jian said gravely.

"Raise? Are you really not afraid of dying?" Yan Zhihong laughed smugly, thinking that Hao Jian must have lost his senses due to consecutive losses.

At this moment, the crowd looking at Hao Jian again showed contempt. Now Hao Jian no longer looked impressive; he seemed just like a gambler unwilling to leave the table, who had earlier told them to quit while they were ahead, yet now after losing, he stubbornly refused to leave.

"You'll lose the last ten million like this," Adlerian also advised, his voice full of magnetic charm, his tone gentle like a true gentleman, making countless women swoon.

"You just need to tell me if you agree or not!" Hao Jian still fixed his gaze intensely on Adlerian.

"Agree, why not? A fool brings money for me to spend, would I not want it?" Yan Zhihong scoffed and readily agreed.

Yan Zhihong was feeling utterly thrilled; what was supposed to be a multimillion loss not only didn't need to be compensated, but he also made an extra ten million—this feeling was too damn satisfying.

"My raise is between you and me," Hao Jian pointed at Adlerian and said, "The loser must agree to one condition set by the winner, any condition!"

Upon hearing this, Adlerian frowned, somewhat unable to decipher what Hao Jian was up to. He thought Hao Jian wanted to raise the money, but Hao Jian, unexpectedly, wanted to add a condition.

Seeing Adlerian's concern: "Rest assured, I'm not after your life, and the demand I make will not harm your life or property. Or do you not have the confidence to win against me?"

"There's no need for reverse psychology; I accept your condition!" Adlerian said indifferently. He had no reason to fear Hao Jian, who he had dominated in four consecutive rounds. The chance of Hao Jian turning the tables was almost impossible.

"This time, I bet on a pair!" Hao Jian revealed a wide grin.

Betting on a pair meant that the banker and player get the same pair, and the odds are the highest: 1 pays 11.

Adlerian inadvertently frowned; Hao Jian had no chips left, only the last ten million. Under such circumstances, betting on a pair seemed somewhat rash.

The probability of getting a pair is extremely low, even lower than a tie, which is why its odds are so high. Hao Jian was betting on a pair in the last hand, which to Adlerian seemed very unwise.