Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

And this isn't the only gambling king from Northwest China.

In a small city in the south.

The air was filled with the humid heat characteristic of midsummer.

On the roof of a six-story building.

An old man wearing a white tank top and plastic flip-flops was lying on a creaking bamboo recliner.

He was holding a large palm-leaf fan with slightly damaged edges.

On the small wooden tea table next to it, there was a glass filled with strong tea.

Next to the cup lay a heavy bunch of brass keys and a smartphone with scratches on its screen.

This old man looked unremarkable, no different from the old men playing chess on the street.

In that group chat called "Gambling Movie Lovers".

His nickname is "Southern Gambler".

If we turn the clock back twenty years...

His name is extremely famous in the underground casinos of the south.

That was him back then.

With his skillful hands, he became incredibly adept at playing cards.

Whether it's playing Pai Gow or poker.

He had virtually no opponents at the gambling table.

Those wealthy business owners, just seeing him sitting across from them, would make their hands tremble as they placed their bets.

later.

If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

He was eventually arrested because of a scheme involving a huge sum of money.

He served more than ten years in prison.

After he is released from prison.

This southern gambling addict discovered that the outside world had changed drastically, and the old martial arts world was long gone.

However, he was quite lucky.

Because the location of their old house happened to be affected by urban planning, they became a household subject to demolition and relocation.

After being assigned several buildings.

He made a living by collecting rent.

The rent he collects each month just by going around to each floor is enough for him to squander.

now.

He put down the large palm-leaf fan in his hand.

He picked up the phone on the coffee table and looked at the messages in the group chat.

Looking at the nonsensical discussions in the group.

The Southern Gambler sighed inwardly.

Although I live a comfortable life now, I spend my days drinking tea and playing chess with the old men around me.

Those days of living in fear and hiding from capture are gone.

but.

Every time the night is deep and quiet.

He recalled his experience of dominating the gambling table back then.

I still miss it.

He felt too comfortable now, so comfortable that he felt like his bones were about to rust.

The monotonous life, lacking excitement, often left him feeling empty.

and so.

He went to great lengths to join the group chat.

When I have nothing to do.

Just look at the text on the screen and chat.

Watching others discuss techniques is a way of reminiscing about the glorious days of the past.

As for the newcomer who calls himself "the only true god of this group".

At first, he didn't take it too seriously.

However, as time went by, he discovered that it wasn't quite like that.

At this time.

The one true god then came up with the idea of ​​how to use the refraction of light to catch a thousand.

The Southern Gambler was completely stunned.

He stared intently at the few lines of concise text on the screen.

Those old eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, suddenly burst forth with a terrifying glint.

My mind involuntarily conjured up a life-or-death situation I had personally experienced years ago.

Back then, he almost had his hand chopped off because he failed to see through the opponent's hidden card trick.

If only he had understood the physical method of using the reflection of a lighter to illuminate blind spots back then.

There is absolutely no need for any physical conflict to escape unscathed.

"Who exactly is this kid... no, who is this guy?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

This kind of practical thinking, which can be described as a dimensional reduction attack, is definitely not something that can be figured out by reading a few manuals.

This is the supreme wisdom gleaned from countless brushes with death.

Thinking about this...

The southern gambler's hand, holding a cigarette, trembled slightly.

A long streak of gray cigarette ash fell onto his tank top.

It burned out a small black hole.

He was completely unaware of it, deeply immersed in the profound shock.

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In the bustling metropolis of Shanghai.

In front of the gate of an old machine shop in the suburbs.

The location here is remote, and even the streetlights seem dim.

In the cramped guardhouse, only an old fan was whirring.

An old man with a face full of wrinkles, wearing an ill-fitting security guard uniform, was sitting on a wooden chair.

His left hand was hidden under the table.

If you look closely, you'll notice that a short, somewhat deformed finger has grown next to the thumb of that hand.

He is the six-fingered gambling demon in the group chat.

then.

He is also a figure who operates in major high-end casinos.

With that extra finger, he could steal and switch cards at the card table as if it were his own backyard.

They lived a life of extravagance and debauchery.

He was always chauffeured around in luxury cars, and surrounded by countless speculators who wanted to make a fortune off him.

then.

The trajectories of fate are always strikingly similar.

He was eventually arrested and spent a long time behind bars.

After being released from prison.

The six-fingered gambling addict found himself feeling disconnected from society.

He doesn't know how to use a smartphone to hail a taxi, and he doesn't understand what mobile payment is.

In order to have a bite to eat, I had no choice but to rely on connections to get a job as a gatekeeper at this remote factory.

now.

He was wearing a pair of reading glasses with the frames wrapped in tape.

I looked at the chat history on the screen with some difficulty.

Watching the "only true god in this group" effortlessly decipher the Northwest Gambling King's "hidden secrets."

The Six-Fingered Gambler's breathing became heavy.

He was also speculating about which gambling master this one true god was.

"I can spot at a glance any errors in the point of force application during muscle coordination."

"This is definitely a master who has undergone countless trials and tribulations."

The Six-Fingered Gambling Demon secretly plotted in his mind.

"Could he be one of those old masters who retired from Ooku Island back then?"

"That's impossible. Those old guys can't even type in pinyin, how could they possibly send such a long message in a QQ group?"

The more he thought about it, the more unfathomable this mysterious person hidden behind the internet seemed.

That effortless composure, that ruthless incisiveness.

This reignited the competitive spirit that had been dormant for many years in the Six-Fingered Gambling Demon.

Although he is now just a down-on-his-luck doorman.

But in the world of gambling, if you don't exchange a few blows with a top master, it's worse than killing them.

Six-Fingered Gambler took a deep breath.

When faced with a master of this caliber, even his last remaining pride was completely unleashed.

then.

He also began to slowly type on the virtual keyboard on the screen with his six-fingered hand.

He began replying to Li Mo'an.

He decided to use the tricks he had used to dominate the underground casinos in Shanghai back in the day.

He exchanged gambling techniques with Li Mo'an.

"Senior God."

Six-Fingered Gambling Demon typed in a message.

"Regarding how to use the curve of your little finger when shuffling to sense the minute wear on the edges of the cards, thus remembering the order of the entire deck without looking at the cards."

"This method of building a memory palace through touch has a significantly lower success rate when it comes to modern plastic signs."

"Do you think there's any way to solve this?"

"I have considered ways to solve this, but..."

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The message has just been sent.

The gambling addicts from the south couldn't sit still either.

He threw away the cigarette butt that was burning his fingers.

He immediately raised his question in the group.

"Since we're on this topic, I'd like to ask you a question."

"When rolling dice, how can you use the resonant frequency of the table surface material to reverse the trajectory of the dots inside the dice cup?"

"Back then, this trick worked every time on solid wood tables, but it completely failed on marble tabletops."

"Over the years, I've actually thought about solutions, and my solution is..."

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As these old monsters hidden among the people all made their moves.

The messages in the group chat were scrolling by very quickly.

The amount of information on the screen has exploded.

And in the corner of the gazebo in the Mushroom House.

Li Mo'an sat on that slightly worn-out little stool.

Occasionally, the sound of Teacher He washing vegetables could be heard from the surroundings.

He held the phone in both hands.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

Faced with the ultimate tricks and tricky questions thrown out by these retired big shots in the group.

He did not feel any panic.

in contrast.

With the double boost of learning speed ten thousand times faster.

During Li Mo'an's interactions with these people.

His brain was operating at an alarming rate.

He absorbed more and more knowledge, and the knowledge became more and more intensive.

He instantly dissects the underlying principles of the "Thousand Doors" technique behind every piece of text on the phone screen into the most basic logical data.

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

Continuously provide the optimal solution.

"The edges and corners of plastic signs are smoother, making it easy to make mistakes if you rely solely on tactile perception."

He calmly replied to the Six-Fingered Gambling Demon.

"But you can change your approach and use the tiny static electricity on the edge of your fingernail to attract the ink coating on the cards while shuffling."

"Different ink thicknesses will produce different resistance feedback."

"This is much more precise than just physical touch."

then.

He replied to the Southern School Gambler again.

"Marble tabletops have a much higher density than solid wood and a very low resonant frequency."

"To interfere with the dice cup, you can't use the hidden force of your wrist."

"You must use the moment of pressing down with your elbow to transfer the force directly through your bones to the structural gaps in the marble."

"Using the reaction force to vibrate the internal air, thereby changing the position of the die."

These are ingenious theories that even transcended the understanding of their time.

This left the veterans in the group completely dumbfounded.

Then, they began to have a frantic discussion with this senior, and in the process, they inevitably shared all the knowledge they had learned in their lives and the experience they had gained from being surrounded by corpses and blood.

It poured wildly into the chat box.

These are the many tricks and psychological games used in actual combat, and the life-or-death situations.

All of it was absorbed by Li Mo'an like a sponge.