The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 153 - 151: Defying Heaven’s Luck

Chapter 153: Chapter 151: Defying Heaven’s Luck

Li Yuechan flipped over the card, and everyone watching gasped in shock.

For the card was none other than the Joker.

The highest card in the entire deck.

"Ah, honey, have we won?"

Li Yuechan turned and threw herself into Long Chen’s arms, her joy indescribable.

"If this guy doesn’t cheat, then of course we’ve won," Long Chen laughed.

"Hehe, consider yourself lucky, but this was just the first round and the first hand. There are two more hands to go, let’s continue."

Chen Yang, with a cold expression, attributed it to Long Chen’s good luck.

So this time, Chen Yang shuffled the cards frantically.

His hands moved swiftly, and it seemed like the Joker was always pinned under his fingertips.

All of this did not escape Long Chen’s eyes.

After Chen Yang finished shuffling, Long Chen smiled and said, "This time, I’ll shuffle the cards."

"Go ahead."

Chen Yang responded coldly.

"Alright."

Long Chen took the cards but pretended to be careless, and the cards dropped to the floor, scattering.

"Ha ha, is that what you call shuffling? Quite creative, indeed."

Chen Yang mocked.

"Kid, the first time was your good luck. You really shouldn’t compete with Brother Yang. Just admit defeat obediently."

Li Shaochen sneered.

"Do you have any say here?"

Long Chen bluntly retorted.

"You motherf—"

"Li Shaochen, don’t disrupt our game, otherwise you’ll be breaking the rules, and I’ll break your damn legs,"

Chen Yang glanced at Li Shaochen, his gaze icy.

Li Shaochen was so frightened that he didn’t dare to speak, but inside he was crying.

Big brother, oh big brother, I invited you to help crush Long Chen’s arrogance, not to compete against him in cards, and especially not to keep snapping at me, damn it, big brother.

Li Shaochen was like a mute who had eaten coptis; he was bitter but couldn’t express it.

"Chen Yang, someone is cursing you in their heart, dissing your granddaddy."

Long Chen said with a smile.

"Hm?"

Chen Yang frowned.

"Brother Yang, don’t listen to him, I wasn’t cursing you in my heart."

Li Shaochen said hurriedly, his guilt obvious.

"Hehe, I didn’t say it was you; you just confessed without being pressed," Long Chen laughed.

"Kid, don’t try to sow discord. Sort out the cards and let’s start the second hand."

Chen Yang said indifferently.

"Fine."

Long Chen casually cut the cards and placed them on the table: "The second hand, you draw first. I’ll leave the chance to draw the Joker to you."

"Then I shall humbly accept the offer."

Chen Yang took a deep breath and then reached out to draw a card.

He glanced at it secretly, and his heart surged with joy.

Because he had drawn the Lesser Joker.

To Chen Yang, drawing the Lesser Joker meant that he was almost certain to win this hand, tying the score with Long Chen.

"Your turn."

Chen Yang sneered.

"You’re not revealing your card first this time? No guts?"

Long Chen asked with a smile.

"Why wouldn’t I dare?"

Chen Yang slapped the Lesser Joker onto the table with a smack.

Everyone looked and was startled.

"To actually draw the Lesser Joker, that young man is probably going to lose."

"Yeah, it’s impossible to draw the Joker twice in a row."

"Looks like it’s going to go to the full three hands."

Some of the café’s patrons became interested, watching intently and murmuring quietly among themselves.

"Kid, go ahead and draw. I refuse to believe you can draw the Joker again."

Li Shaochen sneered.

"You’re shouting so fiercely, why don’t you draw the cards for this round for me?"

Long Chen stared at Li Shaochen.

Li Shaochen was stunned for a moment, then disdainfully said, "You know you’re bound to lose, so you want me to draw for you?"

"Bound to win," Long Chen said.

"Bound to win?" Chen Yang chuckled dismissively, "Are you sure you want Li Shaochen to draw for you? I have no objections, but I’m afraid you can’t accept loss. When the time comes, you might claim it wasn’t you who drew the cards and refuse to acknowledge the result."

"I’m more afraid Li Shaochen will draw a king for me, and then you’ll refuse to acknowledge it," Long Chen replied calmly.

"That’s a joke. If Li Shaochen can also draw a king, then I’ll admit defeat graciously in the first round," Chen Yang said.

"Okay," Long Chen told Li Shaochen, "General Li, then I’ll trouble you to draw one, any card you want, just slap it down."

"This is your word, don’t fucking back out."

As Li Shaochen spoke, he picked up the first card and slammed it on the table.

Then, he shouted loudly, "Kid, ready to admit defeat?"

Long Chen looked down and smiled, saying nothing.

"Ha, what’s this supposed to mean? Trying to wriggle out of it? You asked me to draw for you."

Li Shaochen sneered.

He was very confident, assured that the card he drew would definitely not be greater than a joker.

Thus, Li Shaochen didn’t even bother to look at it.

Li Yuechan suddenly laughed, unable to contain her amusement.

Because, as it happened, the card Li Shaochen drew was indeed the king.

And Li Shaochen himself was completely unaware.

Chen Yang, seeing Li Shaochen still smugly urging Long Chen to concede, turned red with rage.

Bang.

Chen Yang raised his hand and punched Li Shaochen, bellowing, "You idiot, look at what card you drew first."

Li Shaochen was stunned; he looked down and his face turned pale instantly: "The... King? Impossible, this can’t be."

Li Shaochen’s face went green with fear!

"You goddamn mess, your luck isn’t usually this explosive, you really are..."

Chen Yang stopped mid-sentence, suddenly frozen.

Because he suddenly thought of Long Chen’s confident demeanor.

Could it be that whichever card Li Shaochen drew was within this man’s expectation?

Was everything truly just a matter of luck?

Hiss.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang took a sharp breath.

But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought.

He still couldn’t believe that Long Chen had such ability.

It was all because the kid had had near-miraculous luck just now.

This time, his luck was just not as good as this kid’s, that was all; losing the first round was just that, there was still the second round.

"Let’s just say you won, let’s start the second round now, Poker."

Chen Yang said coldly.

"Thank you, thank you. But playing Poker this way by ourselves is kinda boring. How about we add some interesting stakes?"

"Let’s hear it," Chen Yang casually took off his cigar, handing it to a subordinate beside him.

Long Chen thought for a moment, then said, "How about this, each of us has a thousand points to play with in this virtual score. Each round begins with a hundred points per person, and calls start at a hundred points with no limit. Whoever loses all their thousand points in the first round will forfeit the right to continue the competition, which will also end right there and then."

"And if no one loses all their points, how do we decide the final winner?"

"After three rounds, the person with the most remaining points wins," Long Chen said.

"Interesting, agreed, let’s do that."

Chen Yang had no objections.

Because this virtual points method was fair and engaging.

"Then let’s get started, find someone to deal the cards for us."

Long Chen said with a light smile.

He possessed Clairvoyance Technique and Heart Observation Technique.

If he lost with these, Long Chen would have to find a block of tofu to crash into on his way out.

"I worked at a casino thirty years ago; if you don’t mind, I can deal for both of you."

A cafe patron in his fifties volunteered.

"Fine, you’ll do, come here."

Chen Yang beckoned.

"Thank you, much obliged," Long Chen said with a smile.

He was much more polite to this patron than Chen Yang was.

The patron approached, shuffled the cards in a plain, unadorned manner, and immediately asked Long Chen and Chen Yang, "Would you like to cut the deck?"