The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 154 - 152: Wholehearted Acceptance

Chapter 154: Chapter 152: Wholehearted Acceptance

"I won’t cut the cards, let the Gambling Immortal cut them."

Long Chen said with a faint smile.

"Alright."

The guest serving as the dealer asked Chen Yang if he wanted to cut the cards.

Chen Yang shook his head and said with a cold laugh, "If he’s not cutting, neither am I. I want to see just how capable he is today."

"Okay, then I’ll start dealing."

The guest began dealing cards with a smile, his actions swift.

After dealing the cards, both Chen Yang and Long Chen looked at their hands.

What Chen Yang didn’t know was that Long Chen had seen through his cards, which were a pair of 3s with an Ace.

Long Chen glanced at his own cards, nothing but a high Queen.

"You first."

Long Chen said to Chen Yang.

"I’ll raise a hundred."

Chen Yang said calmly, unshaken.

"I guess your cards aren’t great, probably just a small pair at most," Long Chen said with a smile.

"You don’t need to worry about the size of my hand, just follow if you can," Chen Yang replied, very composed.

Long Chen chuckled and said, "The stake is a hundred, you raised a hundred, so your thousand now drops to eight hundred, right?"

"Correct."

"Alright then, I’ll follow with eight hundred."

Long Chen said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang’s expression changed, "You’re serious?"

"Eight hundred. Show your hand if you dare, a hard push to decide our fate is not out of the question," Long Chen said.

Chen Yang’s gaze flickered, indecisive and unsettled.

His psychological turmoil was all within Long Chen’s grasp.

’This kid’s hand, could it be strong?’

’No, his cards can’t be good, maybe a big pair, or a small straight, or is he bluffing me?’

’No, if he were bluffing me, he wouldn’t follow with eight hundred in one go. If I followed, I’d be certain to lose. This small pair isn’t worth it, I’ll let him have this round.’

After much thought, Chen Yang decided to fold.

"I pass, the two hundred is yours. Next round."

Chen Yang said coldly.

"Thanks for the generous donation."

Long Chen smiled and flipped his cards.

When a high Queen was revealed before Chen Yang, his face took on a fascinating expression.

The surrounding crowd also widened their eyes.

To think someone would dare to go all-in with just a high Queen and actually managed to bluff Chen Yang.

It was outrageous, utterly outrageous.

Li Yuechan broke out in cold sweat watching, as Long Chen’s boldness was truly immense.

After all, if he lost, it could mean losing a hand or a leg.

"Kid, you’re ruthless, but your luck won’t be this good next time."

Chen Yang said through gritted teeth.

"Deal."

Long Chen responded with a light smile.

The second round of cards was dealt quickly.

Long Chen glanced at Chen Yang’s hand; Chen Yang had a small straight of 234.

In the game of Golden Flower, 234 was a strong hand.

Long Chen was prepared to lose a hundred this round.

But when Long Chen picked up his own cards and looked, he was astounded.

He had caught a seven-high flush.

Although it was a small flush, it was more than enough to overpower Chen Yang’s 234.

"I’m really sorry, but my luck today seems unusually strong," Long Chen said with a smile.

"Is that so? Heh, I’ll raise a hundred."

Chen Yang placed his cards on the table with a cold laugh.

With 234, he felt certain of his victory, and there was no way Long Chen could be bluffing him.

"You’ve raised another hundred this round, making it two hundred including the stake, plus the two hundred you lost last round, that’s four hundred in total. So now you have six hundred left, right?" Long Chen asked.

"Correct. What about it? Are you thinking of going all-in with six hundred again?"

Chen Yang said with a sneer.

"How did you know? You’re quite smart. Alright then, I raise six hundred."

Long Chen replied, completely calm.

"You..."

Chen Yang’s face changed color.

At this moment, he truly couldn’t figure out whether Long Chen was holding a good hand or bluffing.

The onlookers watched closely; in terms of momentum, Long Chen had completely overpowered Chen Yang.

Li Yuechan, at Long Chen’s side, was extremely anxious.

She was so nervous that she unconsciously gripped Long Chen’s arm, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Chen Yang, do you dare to reveal your hand? I won’t hide it from you, my cards are a seven-high flush. I can show you two cards."

Long Chen didn’t beat around the bush and casually flipped two cards for Chen Yang to see, a five and a four of hearts.

Chen Yang’s mental gears began turning once more, his thoughts tangled in constant speculation.

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"I’ll follow. Losing means I’ll have to submit to Long Chen’s butchery after losing this round of the game."

"If I don’t follow, then it’s just squandering two hundred points for nothing, and a 234 isn’t exactly a small hand."

"And in terms of momentum, I’ll be even more crushed by this brat."

"Brother Yang, you’re known as the Gambling Immortal, is that all the guts you’ve got? Don’t tell me you’re scared to follow?" Long Chen stared at Chen Yang.

"Who says I’m afraid to follow? Trying to bluff me again? Ha, fine, I’ll take you on, let’s reveal our cards." Chen Yang said in a heavy tone.

"Alright, then please turn over your cards," Long Chen said with a smile.

"I’ve got 234."

With a slap, Chen Yang flipped over his cards: "I don’t believe you can have anything bigger."

"Sorry, but I just happen to have something bigger."

Long Chen gently turned over the last card, the seven of hearts: "Flush."

"How is this possible?"

Chen Yang suddenly stood up, his face changing dramatically.

"Brother Yang, this kid must be cheating, don’t play with him, just take him down."

Li Shaochen took the opportunity to say.

Slap.

Chen Yang turned and slapped Li Shaochen across the face: "You have no right to speak, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"Brother Yang, I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

Li Shaochen hastily apologized.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and then stared intently at Long Chen: "Your luck is indeed better than mine."

"It’s not just about luck being better than yours, it’s that I’m superior in every aspect. Whatever cards you’re holding, I can see right through them. Maybe you should just hand over the title of Gambling Immortal to me."

Long Chen laughed.

"You think you’re overestimating yourself?"

"Don’t believe me? Then shall we continue playing?"

"Let’s play. If you win, I’ll be your underling from now on," Chen Yang said.

"Fine, just draw a card and take a look for yourself," Long Chen said.

"Okay."

Chen Yang covered his hand, drew a card, and sneakily glanced at it before asking Long Chen, "Tell me, what card is it?"

"Club king," Long Chen said off the cuff.

Hiss.

Chen Yang gasped, flipped over the card, and it was indeed the club king.

"Another round."

Chen Yang randomly drew another card.

"Diamond four," Long Chen said with a smile.

"Damn."

Chen Yang was completely convinced.

This was the same deck of cards he often played with, his own deck he had brought.

Otherwise, Chen Yang would suspect that the cards were marked.

"How’s that?" Long Chen asked with a smile.

"Damn impressive." Chen Yang gave a thumbs up: "I’m willing to admit defeat; you’re far stronger than me. The title of Gambling Immortal is yours. From now on, I’m your underling. My word is my bond; no play-acting."

"Are you truly willing to concede?" Long Chen asked skeptically.

"Truly willing." Chen Yang nodded emphatically.

But in his heart, he thought, just with card tricks, it’s not enough to make me truly your underling. You need to have fighting skills. For now, I’ll feign allegiance, learn your card tricks, and then turn the tables.

Long Chen heard his thoughts loud and clear.

After a moment of thought, Long Chen said with a smile, "You’ve got quite a few underlings outside. Today, I’m feeling a bit itchy for a fight; it would be just right to practice on them."

"What... what do you mean?"

Chen Yang asked.

"Take it literally."

Long Chen stood up, stretched his body, and headed outside.

He faced Chen Yang’s hundred or so underlings and shouted loudly, "You bunch of trash are nothing but ants and worms, always picking on the weak and fearing the strong, right?"

"What did you say?"

"Motherfucker, are you looking for death?"

"What are you even?"

The underlings exploded into commotion.

Long Chen smiled slightly; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

"All you scum of society, what if I deride you? Do you dare to strike me? Ants, I advise you to take off those suits and go find a job at a factory, or even bricklaying if nothing else works. The weather isn’t too hot these days; the bricks won’t burn your hands," Long Chen said with a laugh.

"Damn it, I can’t stand it."

"Brothers, let’s take him down."

"Beat him to death."

Instantly, a dozen people rushed towards Long Chen.

The others didn’t follow suit because they subconsciously thought that a dozen people were more than enough to crush Long Chen into mincemeat.

The corners of Long Chen’s mouth lifted slightly: "Just in time."

As his words fell, Long Chen didn’t retreat but advanced.

This scene frightened many people in the café.

"Has he gone mad?"

"It was all over, and now he’s looking for trouble on purpose. Why?"

"One person dares to rush forward; isn’t he out of his mind?"

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