Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 372 - 272: Certain Victory

Chapter 372: Chapter 272: Certain Victory

Inside the Seven Sins Temple, the participants were observing the game, whispering to one another:

"It’s about comparing numbers, right? The higher number will win..."

"Didn’t that guy just mention it? If it were about comparing numbers, how could the cards be revealed before betting?"

"Could it be prime numbers? Those close to 9 will win? Or perhaps it’s stocks? Or maybe it’s factor decomposition..."

"We’ll know the result soon..."

...

Inside the glass cabin, Fushimi Roku tapped the table with his fingers, indicating no more bets.

The initial bet was an equal amount of 8 air chips from both sides, and when he signaled to stop raising, it meant the game was about to reveal the winner.

The arbitrator donned headphones, paused for a moment, and then loudly pronounced: "So, the winner of the first round is..."

He prolonged the tone, keeping everyone in suspense before announcing, "——『15』!"

The arbitrator raised his arm to indicate, showing the result to the two participants in the glass cabin: "That’s right! Fox Princess wins!!"

In the next moment, Fox Princess extended her hands, leaned forward as if to embrace her opponent.

From Fushimi Roku’s perspective, her motion seemed like a greedy mouth, her arms suddenly encircling all the air chips on the table, pulling them towards herself.

Bubbles surged, water swayed.

Fushimi Roku’s breathing grew a bit rapid but soon calmed down. His gaze fell on the Fox Princess’s waist, where the gauge on her respirator displayed the remaining oxygen in the metal container... Fox Princess’s oxygen was also about to run out, yet she still didn’t change her air chips.

...

At the same time, Fujiwara Homare also grew tense: "Why did 15 win? This gap is too large now... I really shouldn’t have matched the bet!"

He counted, after this game, Fox Princess’s air chip balance was 32 chips, while Fushimi Roku had only 15 left, the former’s chips were already more than double the latter’s!

Moriyama Yasurou looked gloomy, she felt Fushimi Roku’s gambling instincts were overwhelming him, failing to remain calm at crucial moments.

"Losing the first round by luck is unavoidable," Minamoto Tamako seemed to be explaining to Fujiwara Homare, or maybe comforting herself, biting her thumb, speaking quickly: "Betting luck with eight chips is actually a good strategy."

"Why?" Moriyama Yasurou was somewhat unable to follow the thought.

"If you win, you gain eight chips; if you lose, the opponent doesn’t enter a guaranteed victory zone either..."

Minamoto Tamako calculated: "Assuming Fox Princess bets the minimum in the succeeding four rounds then forfeits, forcing the game to drag till the end, she’d need to pay the base bet of 2+3+4+5, totaling 14 air chips... Thus, with her 32 chips, she’d lose 14 chips, leaving her with only 18."

"And Mr. Fu Jian, holding 15 chips, can increase to 29, his chips would eventually overtake Fox Princess’s, so she hasn’t secured a win yet."

"Conversely, if Mr. Fu Jian continued matching the bet this round and lost 14 chips, the game would end immediately — the winner’s chips would surge to 38 while the loser only had 9 chips, afterward the winner could use the ’minimum bet then forfeit’ strategy, after five rounds, the winner would still have 24 chips and the loser only 23."

"One air chip equates to a five-minute difference."

"Being underwater without oxygen for five minutes, death is certain!"

"So Mr. Fu Jian wasn’t reckless, stopping before crossing the red line, not betting everything on ’luck’—if he continued matching bets, even just one more, he would become a gambler relying on ’luck’, leading to complete defeat!"

While she was swiftly explaining, the second round had already begun inside the glass cabin.

The arbitrator didn’t even have time to recap, Fujiwara Homare didn’t have time to sneer, he merely applauded lightly, agreeing with Minamoto Tamako’s analysis, then continued to seriously observe the confrontation between the two.

Fushimi Roku chewed his respirator, calmly contemplating, the largest number he’d seen was 45, the smallest being the 15 from Fox Princess—he played 25 yet didn’t beat 15, appears he must figure out the rules of the confrontation next.

After placing the base bet, the current chip comparison is 30:13.

...

Fujiwara Homare didn’t fully grasp what Minamoto Tamako was saying, he could only bravely analyze: "Could it be the smaller number is larger?"

"Isn’t that still comparing sizes?" Moriyama Yasurou retorted irritably.

"Argh, completely confused," Fujiwara Homare speculated maliciously: "Maybe there isn’t a specific rule at all, whoever wins or loses depends on the arbitrator’s word, we’re surely all deceived!"

Upon hearing this, Yakou Shichi immediately refuted: "Don’t project your ignorant and feeble thoughts onto the designer’s masterpiece, whether trial or gambling, we adhere rigidly, enjoying the thrill of the game and wouldn’t employ such low methods."

"Then tell us! What are the specific rules? Anyway, they can’t hear, explaining to us isn’t a problem, right?"

Fujiwara Homare hadn’t finished speaking, noticing Yakou Shichi’s look was not quite natural, reminiscent of a guilty glance avoiding a father’s gaze when caught misbehaving, he’s too familiar with it, instantly recognizing the similar sentiment in the other: "Could it be... you also don’t know the rules of the confrontation?"

"Even I don’t know, which precisely confirms the rules are absolutely fair!" Yakou Shichi argued defensively: "Besides, I have a lead!"

"Guesswork, well, everyone can do that." Fujiwara Homare scoffed.

The arbitrator timely clarified, stating it’s normal to be unclear of the competition rules in the first two rounds, perhaps by the third or fourth round, both parties might deduce the complete rules of victory.

As the spectators were discussing, inside the glass cabin, Fushimi Roku and Fox Princess had already finished playing their cards.

Fox Princess played "8";

Fushimi Roku played "39".

Another small number against a large one.

Fushimi Roku stared at the table, the opponent played a small card again, smaller than "15"—before he could react, Fox Princess took out the air chips from the slot and replaced them with a new box of air chips.

...

"Changing air only now?! "

"Is there such a difference in the usage of an air chip canister?"

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"Did they tamper with the oxygen chips? Is the amount of air injected into each person’s chips different?"

Fujiwara Homare and the others started yelling again, and the arbitrator quickly explained that thinking rapidly consumes oxygen, and there are indeed physiological differences between men and women, so it’s normal for both sides to use different amounts of oxygen.

...

Only then did Fushimi Roku realize that the Fox Princess wasn’t thinking deeply at all, her brain had always been in "standby" mode—playing small cards didn’t have any special strategy, it was merely because she won the last round with small cards!

This guy is a lunatic, constantly betting on luck with him!

Now, there were only three choices left before Fushimi Roku:

——Raise, check, or fold.

Fushimi Roku looked up, and the Fox Princess was staring at him, her eyes no different from a predator’s.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he checked, the Fox Princess would definitely raise; even if he went all-in with his chips, the Fox Princess would still follow—if he called with 15 chips, the Fox Princess would still have 16 chips in hand, allowing her to bet on "luck" without any risk.

If he didn’t bet on luck and chose to fold, he would lose one chip for nothing again.

Even worse, the Fox Princess has too many chips, and once he loses 4 more chips, she’d enter a "sure win" safe zone, able to crush and win with an overwhelming chip lead.

Right now, he could still forfeit a round of the ante, but there was only one more round of trial and error space left.

Should he all in during the second round, or in the third round?

No, that’s not it...

He must first figure out the contest rules, or he would fall into another "bet on luck" scenario!

But...

What are the rules of the contest exactly?

Is it Indian Poker? Or a poker rule he’s never played before?

There were ten seconds left in the betting time, and once the time limit was exceeded, it would immediately be judged as a loss.

In other words, he had ten seconds left to make a decision.

Underwater, Fushimi Roku’s eyes widened, his oxygen consumption unknowingly skyrocketing, his brain functioning like a computer running at overclocking speed, constantly contemplating various possibilities...

——Bang!

A faint tapping sound came from the glass cabin’s outer wall.

Both were startled, Fushimi Roku turned his head, and at some point, Minamoto Tamako stood outside the glass cabin, her right palm pressed against the glass, a dazed look in her eyes, two streams of nosebleed slowly flowing from her nostrils.

Possibly...

She was the first to figure out the rules!

In the next second, the arbitrator pulled her away, signaling the onlookers not to approach and brought people to stand guard to prevent any further external interference in the gambling game.

However, that was already enough.

In that moment he saw her, Fushimi Roku had already figured out the key to the match.

I know now...

I understand now...

Indeed, this kind of intelligence game suits you more...

Fushimi Roku’s gaze calmed down, and he directly raised two chips!

His confident demeanor instantly disrupted the Fox Princess’s rhythm. Her long hair slowly floated up, like fine tendrils, swaying with a burst of tiny bubbles.

Anyone could see that her breathing was becoming more and more intense.

This meant that the Fox Princess also began to think at high speed.

’Has he already figured out the rules?’

’Did that girl tip him off?’

’No, it shouldn’t be that fast, I still have no clue...’

’He must still be uncertain, using this chance to confirm...’

’So, he’s actually betting on whether his "theory" is correct...’

’If that’s the case then...’

...

As the oxygen consumption continued to increase, the arbitrator began counting down, and within the thirty-second limit, the Fox Princess continuously weighed the pros and cons, until the last second, she pushed in two oxygen chips, chose to call, and cautiously raised one more chip.

The Fox Princess didn’t attack aggressively like in the last round; instead, she became as calm as water in an instant.

On the other hand, Fushimi Roku, after calling one chip, raised five more chips!

The onlookers were on edge, Moriyama Yasurou was so nervous he squatted down, and Fujiwara Homare’s scalp tingled, unable to stop murmuring in a low voice: "Is he crazy? Does he want to die... That’s the oxygen they’re breathing, if it’s all gone..."

"He will win."

Minamoto Tamako wiped the nosebleed with her thumb and softly said, "This round is a guaranteed win."