The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 394 - 394 369 Big Sucker

394: Chapter 369: Big Sucker 394: Chapter 369: Big Sucker “How much are you planning to borrow?” Brother Hong asked, leaning forward with his hands clasped in front of him.

Liu Hun glanced at the chips in front of the crowd and blurted out, “Thirty million!”

“Sucker!

You’ve really got some nerve!

Alright, I’ll lend it to you!

But think carefully, my money grows by ten percent every hour.” After Brother Hong finished speaking, he had a waiter bring Liu Hun thirty million in chips.

“Whoosh!” As soon as Liu Hun got his hands on the chips, he immediately pushed them all onto the gambling table, leaving only a single ten-thousand chip and said to everyone, “The last ten thousand, I’m keeping for the next round, do you dare to play?”

Everyone began guessing what the hole card Liu Hun held could be, but the skinny man with the best odds was the first one to call.

“I love this kind of thrill!

I’m in!”

“Hmph!

Clueless about death!” Brother Hong coldly snorted and followed suit.

The remaining two people naturally had to follow as well.

“Shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle shuffle,” the croupier dealt the final cards, putting five hole cards in front of everyone.

“Slap!” Liu Hun, having received his hole card, threw his last ten-thousand chip onto the table without even looking and then said, “Everyone’s running low on cash, let’s reveal our cards!”

The four people at the table, eyeing nearly two hundred million worth of chips in the pot, all became cautious.

Nobody said another word, and there was no time to mock Liu Hun, as they each hunched over to slowly reveal their last hole card.

Watching the pathetic behaviors of the four at the table, Liu Hun couldn’t help but sneer inwardly—money indeed drove and changed everything.

“Hahahahahaha…” Brother Hong suddenly burst into laughter, flipping over his two hole cards with a “snap snap” on the table—a pair of aces.

While not betting on the big straight ace-king-queen-jack-ten, three of a kind aces were enough to send him into ecstasy.

“Humph!

Old Hong, you’re laughing too early!

That ten you need is in my hand!” Scarface said, flipping over his last two hole cards with a smug smile—king-queen-jack-ten-nine, just below the big straight ace-king-queen-jack-ten.

“Damn it!

Bad luck!

Spit!

Bad luck!

Get your ass over here!” Big Bald Brother Hong kicked over his chair and grabbed Zhang Haojie, punching him relentlessly, “For coming at the wrong time!

For calling me old man!

For calling me!”

Zhang Haojie cried out in pain as he was beaten, while the underlings nearby watched in terror.

After Brother Hong had vented his anger, he spat a thick glob of phlegm onto Zhang Haojie, lying bloodied on the ground, then returned to the table and pointed at several people, “Reveal, reveal, reveal!

Hurry up and reveal!

After revealing, we bet on the next round!”

Muscle Man held his two hole cards firmly between his fingers and said to Brother Hong, “Brother Hong!

I’ll avenge you!

What’s that crappy straight Scarface has?”

“Zhang Er!

Don’t get cocky too early, all the jacks on the board are already out, I don’t believe you can reveal another jack!” Scarface stared at the cards in Muscle Man’s hand.

“Not being able to reveal a jack doesn’t mean I can’t reveal an eight!” Muscle Man said, and threw his two cards on the table—one club eight and one diamond eight!

“Son of a bitch!

You really stepped in dog shit to reveal two eights!

You’re ruthless!

Spit!” Scarface spat fiercely, then threw away his cards, sitting disgruntled on his chair and said to the skinny man, “Skinny!

What are you waiting for, an egg?!

Reveal your cards!

Zhang Er has revealed a full house!”

The skinny man, grinning with his parched lips, fondled his woman for a while before saying to Scarface, “Money and women are my favorites!

Both must be savored slowly!

You wouldn’t understand!”

“Cut the crap!

Reveal!

If you can reveal two of a kind, take the money and go!

If not…heh heh!

All the money on this table will be mine!” Muscle Man stared at the skinny man, his eyes shooting a ruthless glare.

“Yours?

Everything but the dust on this table is yours!

Learn what gambling is, learn it well!” The skinny man said, flipping over his two hole cards.

“Snap snap!” Two hole cards were revealed on the table: one spade seven and one heart seven, adding to the three face-up tens, also a full house in the skinny man’s hand.

“Your grandma!

So much for happiness!” Muscle Man grumbled, tearing up his cards in frustration, having lost big in this round.

“Playing cards?

Hmph!

You’re all too green!” The skinny man said, his rotten teeth spreading into a grin as he spoke to a waiter nearby, “Exchange all the chips for me, transfer them to my account.” The skinny man spoke jubilantly, but upon noticing that the waiter hadn’t moved, he grumbled discontentedly, “What?

Not exchanging?

Does Gambling City not let guests leave?!”

“Sir, you’re mistaken, there’s still one gentleman who hasn’t revealed his cards.

According to the rules, you haven’t won yet, so we cannot exchange your chips,” the waiter explained respectfully to the skinny man.

“Damn!

Forgot about this punk!

Who the hell can remember such a minor character!

Show your cards!

Show them, and then get the hell out!

Don’t trouble me with your presence,” the skinny man said irritably to Liu Hun, then teased the woman in his arms, “Look at that loser’s wretched face, just here to give me money.

Wait a bit, and I’ll buy you whatever you want!”

“Sucker!

Reveal your cards!

Stop dragging this out.

If it weren’t for your meddling, would this skinny guy have won so much?

Damn!

You’re a jinx too!” Brother Hong urged impatiently, having sobered up after losing his money, and he immediately realized that he would not have bet on that 10 if not for saving face.

“Last words: thanks to the four…” Liu Hun hadn’t finished his sentence when someone interrupted him.

“Want to thank me?

Keep bringing money to me!

I’ll be waiting here for you, kid!” the scar-faced man gesticulated at Liu Hun.

“Yes!

You can keep borrowing from Old Hong!

If your legs are gone, you still have your arms, ha ha ha…” the muscular man joined in mockingly, obviously looking to vent his frustration at losing money.

“Heck!” Brother Hong slammed a machete down on the gambling table, his fierce gaze fixating on Liu Hun, “Flip the cards!

Lose and pay up!

No money, then we take your legs!”

Liu Hun snorted coldly, slowly flipping his cards upward, “Last words: thanks to the four money-losing fools present!”

“Ladies and gentlemen!!!” Liu Hun tossed two cards high into the air…

Black Dragon Power, fortune transformation!

“Smack!

Smack!”

Liu Hun slammed the two cards down on the table.

He had invested all his fortune into those two cards.

Thankfully, the fortune borrowed via the second-layer Black Dragon Power was limited, but the fortune created was limitless.

As expected—clubs 3!

Diamonds 3!

“Four of a kind!

This gentleman wins!” the croupier pointed at Liu Hun.

Watching the four 3’s and a 2 in front of Liu Hun on the table, the four ruthless players almost wished they could strangle Liu Hun to death, but rules of Gambling City must be adhered to: you lose, you honor the bet.

“Damn!

All that excitement for nothing!

This little nobody actually gambled and got two 3’s!” the skinny man said, kicking the woman out of his arms, “Damn!

Cheap whore!

Ruined all my luck!” He started beating and kicking her while cursing.

It was no different from Brother Hong beating up Zhang Haojie.

The woman, who had been imagining what to buy just seconds ago, now found herself plummeting into hell.

The other three, having lost as well, didn’t see much difference in who won, but losing to Liu Hun was a bigger hit to their pride.

“Thanks for the donations!

Waiter, please cash these in and transfer them to my card,” Liu Hun called to the waiter.

“Right away, sir!” The waiter began tallying up the large pile of chips on the table, witnessing the biggest gamble he’d seen since joining Gambling City.

“Clap, clap, clap…” Applause followed from behind Liu Hun, along with a sultry, sweet voice, “Mr.

Liu, you’re really something!

Since our Gambling City opened, you’re the first person to take away this much money!”

Liu Hun turned around and saw a woman emerging from a dark corner of the White Tiger Room.

She was clad in a black leather outfit that showcased her curvaceous figure perfectly, her long legs forming a straight line up to her shapely hips before curving dramatically, and up to her slender waist and proud bust, accentuating her form like a perfect English letter “S”.

Her facial features were striking, with deep-set eyes, a prominent nose, broad cheekbones and forehead, and soft contours that blended Eastern and Western charm—a mixed-race beauty!

“Lian’er!

You… Why are you here?” Brother Hong walked up to the woman timidly, bowing and scraping.

“Trash!

Get lost!” Qin Lian’er glanced sideways at Brother Hong, then strode over to his seat and sat down before addressing Liu Hun, “Mr.

Liu, care to play a game with me?”

Seeing Brother Hong’s demeanor, Liu Hun knew this woman was trouble.

He’d won enough money for the day, and he didn’t have any more fortune for changing cards.

Losing was not worth it, and winning would surely offend this formidable woman.

“Forget it!

I don’t feel like playing anymore!

I assume Gambling City doesn’t force people, right?” Liu Hun said to the woman.

“Right!

Gambling City doesn’t force anyone.

You can leave if you want, but I will!” the woman retorted, waving her index finger.

Faced with her domineering statement, Liu Hun was at a loss.

“You scrawny loser!

Think you can take the money and leave just because you won?

Dream on!

This table of money is your death warrant!” the skinny man mocked Liu Hun, kicking the woman still on the floor in his lingering frustration.

“Slap him!” the woman pointed at the skinny man and ordered Brother Hong.

“Zhang Haojie!

One-Eyed Dragon!

Slap!” Brother Hong shouted, and the two rushed up to the skinny man, pinning him down to deliver a series of resounding slaps.

Zhang Haojie, having endured Brother Hong’s anger, seized the chance to really go at it, hitting with gusto.