Supremely Talented Tyrant

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"Double twos? This will be the death of you?" Yan Zhihong laughed mockingly. In his eyes, Hao Jian was practically seeking death.

Others also felt that Hao Jian was being overly confident. Placing such a bet on the last hand was indeed unwise.

"Pair of threes." Hao Jian spread out his pair for all to see, then looked towards Adlerian with interest, waiting for Adlerian to reveal his hand.

"Actually, a pair of threes? Could he really be staging a comeback?" When someone saw Hao Jian actually had a pair of twos, they couldn't help being stunned. It was too much of a coincidence.

"What use is him getting a pair? Adlerian would need to get a pair too, and it has to be exactly the same pair!" Yan Zhihong scoffed derisively, his attitude one of disbelief.

But at that moment, Yan Zhihong noticed that Adlerian wasn't making a sound, and his complexion had turned rather ugly.

Seeing this, Yan Zhihong suddenly froze, sensing something, and with a forced and ugly smile he said, "Adlerian, don't tell me your hand is a pair of threes?"

Yan Zhihong, seeing Adlerian's silence, had a bad premonition.

Adlerian, his expression as somber as still water, remained silent. The peaceful smile he had maintained throughout was now nowhere to be seen.

The crowd was also looking at Adlerian with surprise, reaching the peak of their astonishment. It couldn't really be a pair of threes, could it? Adlerian wasn't actually going to lose to this guy, was he?

Then Adlerian laid out his cards, revealing a pair of threes.

"Hiss..."

In that instant, everyone gasped. The man known as "Hand of God" Adlerian had actually lost to Hao Jian?

Not just them, even Adlerian himself was dumbfounded, his expression dark as he looked at Hao Jian: "Why?"

He wanted to know why he had lost to Hao Jian. In terms of card skills, Hao Jian was inferior to him, and in terms of luck, Hao Jian was no match either. The only reason Hao Jian could have won was probably his arrogance.

"Because you gamble with card skills, and I gamble with momentum! If I were to compete in card skills, I could never match you, so why would I use my weakness against your strength?" Hao Jian said with a smile.

"Momentum?" Adlerian couldn't help but frown—it was the first time he had heard that one could win by momentum alone.

"Even if you are Adlerian, even if you are called 'Hand of God,' I don't take you seriously, and I believe I can certainly defeat you. That is momentum!"

"Although I lost four times and lost forty million, I believe that on the fifth, I would make it all back. That is momentum!" Hao Jian explained to Adlerian, seeing his confusion.

Adlerian fell into silence, his face filled with incredulity. Was there really such a thing in this world?

Having frequented casinos for many years, Adlerian had often heard talk of a strong momentum, but he had never taken it seriously because he simply didn't believe in such nebulous things.

It was not until Hao Jian mentioned it that he began to realize that perhaps there was such a thing, because Hao Jian had indeed won with momentum, and although he found the situation unbelievable, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Gambling with card skills is merely inferior. Only when you can gamble with momentum can you be truly called 'God of Gamblers.' Right now, you are not worthy!" Hao Jian stood up and declared this statement.

However, by this time, no one dared to underestimate him any longer, and no one dared to laugh at him, because he had proven everything with his actions—he had defeated Adlerian! He had bested the God!

Adlerian had no response. He seemed to realize that relying only on card skills for gambling was ultimately inferior. He may have beaten Hao Jian four times, but Hao Jian made it all back in one go, and even earned more than sixty million on top of that.

With the odds of 1:11, Yan Zhihong had to give Hao Jian one hundred and ten million.

Then, Hao Jian picked up two playing cards from the table and tossed them onto Adlerian's face: "Remember your promise. You lost, so you must agree to one condition from me!"

"State it," said Adlerian with disgrace, his entire face ashen. He was proud at heart and accepted the consequences of his bet.

"From today onward, you must stay away from any place I appear, because where the God of Death roams, is God's forbidden zone!" Hao Jian said with a cold sneer.

At his words, the crowd was shocked. This was an ultimate humiliation for Adlerian, as he was not allowed to go where Hao Jian went, a disgrace that would follow him for life!

Adlerian said nothing, for whether he spoke or not, the humiliation was the same.

"Leave Huaxia. This is not a place you can dishonor, otherwise, you will meet more people like me," Hao Jian said indifferently, and then picked up the cigarette and lighter he had placed on the table and tucked them into his pocket.

However, Adlerian had already decided to leave Huaxia even without Hao Jian's words. He had only been here for less than a week and hadn't formally started challenging yet but had already been defeated by someone. Was there any need for further challenges?

With a population of over 1.3 billion, every fifth person in the world is Huaxia. Therefore, there are too many extraordinary people in Huaxia. Adlerian had not believed it before, but now he had no choice but to believe.

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Adlerian really didn't have the courage to stay in Huaxia any longer because he couldn't bear to experience such humiliation again. The feeling was too unbearable, making someone as proud as Adlerian struggle to handle it.

He, known as the "Hand of God," was trampled underfoot, and if humiliated again, Adlerian dared not say whether he would die of shame.

Without saying a word, Adlerian bowed deeply to Hao Jian, then resolutely turned and left.

"Don't you think what you said was a bit too much?" Yuan Shanshan asked somewhat intolerably, feeling that Hao Jian's words were too harsh.

"If he hadn't been so high and mighty from the start, maybe I would have been more polite. It's because he's too proud, his arrogance blinding him, trust me, after today's event, he will grow. I'm helping him!" Hao Jian said indifferently.

At that moment, everyone looked at Hao Jian with awe because Hao Jian had defeated God; he was the true deity in front of them now!

"This gamble, plus what you already owe, totals up to 120 million. When will you pay?" Hao Jian pressed Yan Zhihong.

Adlerian was only there to gamble for Yan Zhihong. Whether Yan Zhihong won or lost had nothing to do with Adlerian. To tell the truth, Adlerian agreeing to help Yan Zhihong was already a huge favor, so naturally, there was no way he would pay for Adlerian's debts.

And Yan Zhihong also knew he had to swallow the 120 million himself, which naturally wasn't easy for him since his entire fortune totaled just over 100 million.

Everyone then looked at Yan Zhihong, waiting for his response.

"What's the matter, Yan Zhihong, you're not planning to welsh on the deal, are you? You said it yourself if Hao Jian could win against Adlerian, you would pay immediately. Everyone heard it loud and clear, there's no way for you to deny it now." Yuan Shanshan mocked, happy to see Yan Zhihong in a tight spot.

"Pay your ass!" Yan Zhihong burst into furious rage, pointing at Hao Jian and cursing, "Kid, remember this, it's not over, I won't let you off so easily!"

After saying that, Yan Zhihong tried to leave, but seeing this, Hao Jian narrowed his eyes and scoffed, "You think I'd just let you walk away?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhihong immediately turned back, glaring at Hao Jian with a vicious look, "You freaking want to stop me? Just you try!"

"Bang!"

As soon as Yan Zhihong's words fell, a wine bottle flew straight at him, then struck him in the forehead.

Yan Zhihong fell to the ground, his head bleeding.

Everyone was shocked. Did Hao Jian actually resort to violence?

"You dare hit me? I'll have you dead!" Yan Zhihong roared with a ferocious expression, then picked up his phone and shouted into it, "All of you, get in here!"

Before long, five or six black-suited bodyguards entered, each one tall and sturdy, coming up behind Yan Zhihong with an aggressive presence.

"Beat that kid to a cripple," Yan Zhihong said between clenched teeth. Hao Jian had dared to crack his head; he wanted Hao Jian to be disabled for life!

"Hold on!" Hao Jian said, suddenly interrupting.

"What, only now you're begging for mercy? Too late!" Yan Zhihong sneered.

"No, I just think that this is someone else's wedding venue. Causing trouble here is ultimately not good. Let's take it outside," Hao Jian said, motioning with his thumb towards the main entrance.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhihong and the others were startled. How could this kid be so confident? Did he not see how many people were there?

"Wherever you want, the result of dying will be the same!" Yan Zhihong snorted coldly. He also didn't want to make a scene here; after all, he was somewhat related to the groom, although not very close, but still related.

Immediately then, Hao Jian walked towards the outside under the "escort" of Yan Zhihong and his men, with everyone hurriedly following.

"Yan Zhihong, what are you doing?" Just at that moment, a commanding voice came from the crowd.

An elder with graying hair and an imposing appearance walked over. He had seen the scale of Yan Zhihong's group and approached to prevent any trouble.

"Uncle, I'm teaching a brat who doesn't know his place a lesson!" Yan Zhihong glared at Hao Jian as he spoke.

"Today is the big day for your distant cousin. Don't make trouble!" the middle-aged man admonished.

"Uncle, this kid has got to learn a lesson. Look what he did to my head," Yan Zhihong pointed to his blood-soaked head.

The man glanced at Yan Zhihong's head and couldn't help but frown, saying with some displeasure, "Where is that kid?"

Obviously, he was also somewhat angry. Yan Zhihong was his nephew and had been beaten to such a state, which was naturally very annoying to him.