I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 872: Kill without mercy

Chapter 872: Kill without mercy

Human joy and sorrow do not necessarily resonate with one another.

The East’s Casino City remained a place of intoxicate debauchery.

"All-IN."

In a casino under the He family’s operations, within the VIP room, a nondescript man with a buzz cut emotionlessly pushed all of his chips forward.

Jiang Chen, who sat at a gambling table in Haojiang for the first time, glanced at his opponent and decided to fold.

Perhaps he had not acclimated; he had already lost over a million, devoid of the good fortune he had experienced in Las Vegas.

Of course.

He was certainly not the most unfortunate person at this table.

The "celebrity" sitting diagonally opposite him was faring even worse; a conservative estimate put his losses at two to three million... US dollars.

The game had reached the turn.

Two 2s, a 10, and an Ace.

Although Jiang’s skills were lacking, he at least knew that with a pair of 10s, he stood no chance of winning this hand.

But the celebrity opposite seemed less clear-headed, or perhaps his hand was much stronger than Jiang’s, or maybe desperation clouded his judgment. He faced the All-in without a second thought and vigorously pushed all of his remaining chips forward.

Jiang’s gaze shifted to the next player.

That was a familiar face.

Ji Zhaohua.

As a member of the Canadian King of Gambling’s family, there should be no doubt about his gambling expertise. However, like Jiang, his performance today was not ideal; he had lost even more than Jiang.

This confirmed a principle: in gambling, if lady luck does not bless you, the most impeccable skills are futile.

Ji Zhaohua smiled and made the same choice as Jiang, discarding his hand.

Two players went all-in.

All other players folded.

The buzz-cut man revealed his hand first.

A 2 and a 3.

Three of a kind, twos.

Seeing his cards, the celebrity who had lost the most did not panic at all. Instead, he excitedly slammed his pocket cards on the table.

"Slap!"

A 2 and a J.

Also three of a kind!

However, his Jack was higher than the 3, roughly ensuring victory!

No wonder he was so thrilled; gambling can hinge on a single hand, with fortunes swinging wildly.

Given that he was low on chips, even though winning this hand would not bring him back on top, it would at least recover some of his losses.

"What were Mr. Ji’s cards?" Jiang asked.

The two players had gone to the showdown, making conversation permissible.

Ji Zhaohua gestured towards the 10 and Ace on the table.

A two pair?

He had folded such a hand.

Jiang smiled and gave him a look of admiration.

"Reveal the cards," the eager celebrity urged, itching to collect his winnings.

The croupier dealt the final river card.

"Wow!"

A chorus of astonishment arose.

Upon seeing the last revealed river card, the man who had been so sure of winning instantly stiffened, his expression turning exceedingly sour; he couldn’t help but let out a low curse, a gem of his mother tongue.

The river card was a 3.

Full house: three twos and a pair of threes.

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut had extraordinarily turned the tables with that one percent chance of victory, achieving an unbelievable comeback.

Though extremely rare, such an outcome was not unheard of in the casino; this was the inherent unpredictability of gambling. One moment you can be well ahead, and the next, plummet into an abyss.

The buzz-cut middle-aged man began to claim the fruits of his victory, while, by contrast, the celebrity’s clean-shaven face was now as dark as coal.

He was a former athlete who, through his endeavours from a young age, had acquired considerable accolades. Regrettably, he couldn’t resist worldly temptations and, being handsome, articulate, and influenced by his environment, he drifted away from his original aspirations, plunging into the entertainment industry, mingling with numerous female stars, and thriving like a fish in water.

Yet even for him, a loss of over twenty million was by no means a small figure.

He didn’t rebuy but instead stood up and approached the casino staff, presumably to negotiate due to financial difficulties.

Casinos usually extend credit services, and someone like him would naturally be a valued customer.

Ji Zhaohua also stood up, seemingly uninterested in continuing the game. As he passed by Jiang, he paused and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, if I’m not mistaken, that man should be ’Ghost Hand’."

Jiang was about to respond when the other continued, "Do you see his left hand?"

Jiang instinctively looked towards the man with the buzz cut, who wore black gloves on his left hand.

"His left pinky finger was chopped off once for cheating in a casino," Ji explained, raising his head to smile at the security camera before departing.

A cheat?

Jiang couldn’t confirm due to the gloves, but given Ji’s status, it was unlikely he would lie.

Yet, what was intriguing was that if Ji could recognize him, wouldn’t the casino know as well?

There was only one possibility.

That the casino allowed it or even sent him.

Well-known is that, to deter disruptions or "fleece the lambs," many casinos keep skilled cheats on a retainer.

Following suit, Jiang made the wise decision to cash out his chips.

Play against a skilled cheat?

He wasn’t that cocky.

"You’re leaving so soon?"

As Jiang prepared to leave, a tall figure approached him, "Look at the others; they’re relentless."

Jiang turned to see the strikingly beautiful mixed-race face and was not too surprised.

"Aren’t you afraid of complaints?" he queried.

The athlete seemed to have secured a loan from the casino and returned to the table.

"You didn’t lose that much," said Jiang, unable to help but smile wryly.

Clearly, the skilled cheat was arranged by the casino.

Jiang felt it was probably not targeted at him but more likely at Ji Zhaohua.