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Inoue Kazuhiko maintained a polite smile. "Sir, if you want to change to other games, you need to win against the dealer there first before I can gamble with you."

This is a polite way of saying it, but it actually reflects his status; not just anyone is qualified to gamble with him.

Masahiro Hanyu nodded. "I understand. Manager Inoue is afraid! He's worried about losing face if he loses."

Kazuhiko Inoue maintained his smile; he had seen all kinds of customers in this casino.

The more rampant they are, the more devastating their eventual defeat will be, and the easier it will be for them to be controlled in the future.

"Sir, this is our store's policy, please understand."

Yui Satsuki reached out and grabbed Masahiro Hanyu's arm. "Yamamoto-kun, I want to keep gambling with Mr. Inoue."

Since Inoue Kazuhiko has appeared and participated in the bet, the best way to get close to him is to defeat him and gain his attention.

She is skilled in mind reading, has an exceptional memory, and has received specialized training in gambling, especially baccarat. I don't think Masahiro Hanyu can outdo her.

As she spoke, she gently tapped his palm with her finger, indicating that he should follow her instructions.

Masahiro Hanyu sighed. "Alright, let's keep playing baccarat!"

"After all, I invited Ms. Mio here. She'll be unhappy if she loses."

Inoue Kazuhiko's smile widened; it turned out this guy was someone who wanted to stand up for women.

"Actually, you and this young lady could be together; two people are always luckier than one."

Gambling is not about having more people; the more people involved, the more entangled they become, and the faster they lose.

Masahiro Yuzuru shook his head. "No need. Ms. Mio is tired and needs to rest for a while."

Satsuki Yui was anxious. Did Yuzuru not understand what she meant? She had no choice but to keep poking him harder.

Masahiro Hanyu certainly understood what she meant, but the budget was insufficient, and they couldn't afford to lose again.

With a budget of 50 yen, I bought tickets, beer, tips, and 30 yen worth of chips. Now I have less than 10 yen left.

He gently put his arm around Satsuki Yui's shoulder. "Miss Mio, please cheer me on!"

This stubborn guy, I can't use him as a partner anymore. Satsuki Yui felt a little helpless, but in this situation, it wasn't appropriate for her to stop him.

With only a few chips left on the table, Masahiro Hanyu had the waiter exchange them for 85,000 yen worth of chips—his last remaining funds.

Inoue Kazuhiko became increasingly aware that the young man opposite him was trying to curry favor with the young lady beside him, but his financial resources were limited, and he was making a last-ditch effort to win her favor.

Such people are exactly the targets that casinos need for development; the more thoroughly they lose, the easier they are to control.

Masahiro Hanyu sat next to Yui Satsuki, his fingertips tracing a red 5 yen chip.

Kazuhiko Inoue used the swallowtail shuffle method to flip the deck of cards, his fingers, wrapped in white gloves, moving swiftly and deftly.

Then push over five red chips, "Place your bet now."

Masahiro Hanyu pushed a white chip (1 yen) to the "player" position.

Inoue Kazuhiko deals the cards, first the player and then the banker, placing both cards face down on the table.

According to the procedure, the player with the non-dealer plays first, then draws cards, and the final result is: the banker wins this round!

Inoue Kazuhiko smiled. This guy who stood up for women was far less skilled at gambling than women; he was overestimating himself.

Satsuki Yui sighed inwardly. Yuzuru-kun was really gambling on luck; he had absolutely no skill.

Next, Masahiro Hanyu lost three more games, leaving him with only 4 yen in chips.

In the fifth game, Masahiro Hanyu reached out his hand to Yui Satsuki's red lips and said, "Ms. Mio, may I give this hand a gentle kiss?"

Yui Satsuki was taken aback. What was Yuzuru-kun doing?

Masahiro Hanyu stared at her. "Miss Mio's kiss is enough to win me this round."

As Yui Satsuki hesitated, a female gambler sneered, "This gentleman is so kind. If he can help me win, I'll kiss him anywhere."

Yui Satsuki glanced sideways at the female gambler with her almond-shaped eyes, and gently kissed Masahiro Hanyu's hand with her red lips.

Masahiro Yuzuru grinned and pushed out two red chips, "Bet on Player."

Every time Kazuhiko Inoue shuffled the cards, Masahiro Hanyu would observe carefully.

His photographic memory is like a precise scanner; the suit, rank, and order of every card are etched into his mind without the slightest error.

After several rounds of gambling, he discovered that although he couldn't predict Inoue Kazuhiko's thoughts through mind reading, he could find patterns in some of the other party's subtle movements.

When Inoue Kazuhiko shuffles the cards, it may seem like there's no method at all, but in reality, his left pinky finger is always touching the edge of the deck.

Whenever he draws a high-value card like 10, J, Q, or K, he will slightly curl his little finger and quietly hook the card into the gap between his palm and the deck.

In the final moment of shuffling, with a slight flick of the wrist, the hidden high card is precisely pressed to the bottom of the deck, waiting to be delivered to the dealer's area in the next round of dealing.

Once you understand your opponent, victory is assured.

Ever since being kissed by Yui Satsuki, Masahiro Hanyu has been divinely inspired, winning seven consecutive games. He has won back all the chips that Yui Satsuki had lost.

Masahiro Hanyu affectionately put his arm around Satsuki's shoulder. "Miss Mio's kiss really works."

When this man embraced her, for the first time, Yui Satsuki didn't feel any reluctance.

Was her kiss so effective? Or was he just lucky?

More and more gamblers gathered around the gambling table, and Inoue Kazuhiko's smile had faded.

He misjudged the man; this guy who stood up for the woman was a master gambler. "That lady's kiss really worked; even I'm envious."

At the start of the second round, Inoue Kazuhiko shuffled the cards so fast it was almost a blur.

Masahiro Hanyu noticed that the elastic fabric on Inoue's cuff bulged slightly; he was... hiding a card.

Unable to win through normal means, Inoue Kazuhiko, for the sake of his reputation, decided to resort to underhanded methods.

Masahiro Hanyu pushed out all his chips, then stood up, casually tapping his cuff with his fingers.

"Manager Inoue truly lives up to his reputation as a gold medalist; I concede defeat."

He took Satsuki Yui's hand. "Miss Mio, I think dancing is more enjoyable."

This time, Yui Satsuki understood what he meant. "Yes, Manager Inoue is truly brilliant. We are all ashamed of ourselves."

The two left the casino hand in hand and returned to the dance hall.

Before they even reached the booth, a waiter in a black vest came up to them and said, "Distinguished guests, Manager Inoue would like to invite you to have a seat."

This was exactly the opportunity they needed, and of course, they wouldn't refuse. They followed the waiter to the end of the ballroom.

The waiter pushed open a wooden door, and the two went inside.

The door led to a spacious office. Kazuhiko Inoue stood up from behind his desk.

"My name is Inoue Kazuhiko, and I'm the manager of the Twin Star Ballroom. It's a pleasure to meet you both!"

He handed over a bag, saying, "There are some things I don't need to say out loud. Here's 100 million yen; the extra is a token of my appreciation."

Masahiro Hanyu didn't stand on ceremony; he took the bag and said, "Thank you! I'll completely forget about the casino incident."

"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave!"

Inoue Kazuhiko smiled. "Sir, please be patient. We haven't met yet."

He picked up a pack of "Jia Shi Da" cigarettes from the table and handed it to me, while simultaneously taking out a lighter.

Masahiro Hanyu was startled. What Kazuhiko Inoue was holding in his hand was actually the VIV short-model pure copper lifting arm drop machine!