Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 32: A perfect flush every time, 58 consecutive wins without a single loss! The dealer pulls out his knife and flips the table.

That evening.

Eleven forty.

Deep in an inconspicuous alley in the old city of Yunzhou.

From the street, it appears to be a card and mahjong parlor with a faded sign and a sign on the glass door that reads "Closed for Interior Renovation".

But pushing open the glass door and walking down a damp staircase reveals another world.

An underground space filled with the smells of smoke, sweat, perfume, and greed.

This is "Golden Cage," the largest underground casino in Yunzhou.

The boss's name is Zhou Tiezhu.

People with this name are usually not very particular.

Zhou Tiezhu is indeed not a man of principle. However, he does adhere to rules.

His rules are simple: if you win, you can leave as you please. If you lose and can't afford to pay, one of your fingers will be worth 20,000.

The gambling turnover at "Golden Cage" ranges from five to ten million every night.

Tonight is no exception.

All twelve gambling tables were full.

Smoke swirled around.

The sounds of chips being swiped, cards being shuffled, and curses mingled together, creating a chaotic yet exhilarating buzz unique to casinos.

Sun Hao walked in.

He changed his clothes. He wore a black shirt, buttoned up to the top, and the cuffs were also buttoned up tightly.

It felt like going to a very formal appointment.

The thugs who guarded the place knew him.

"Viper" is well-known in the underground circles of Yunzhou.

But it's not a good name.

Because he's a con artist.

A conman who never loses money.

However, he doesn't plan to cheat tonight.

He wants to use the "God of Gamblers' Power" given to him by Heaven to win fairly and squarely.

They won in a way that left everyone stunned.

They won so much that even the bookmaker was questioning his existence.

He chose a Texas Hold'em table and sat down.

Buy 500,000.

This is all of his cash reserves.

It was his fate.

That was also his bargaining chip.

first.

Sun Hao got a pair of sevens.

Not a good hand.

Flipped cards: 7, K, 2.

Three of seven.

River card: 7.

Four.

The opponent had two pairs of AKs and pushed all of them.

-

Sun Hao took the first piece of the pool bottom.

+42.

Sun Hao remained expressionless.

The second one.

His hole cards were 89 of the same suit.

The flop came out with 67T, a flush.

Flush.

The opponent had AA and thought he had a perfect hand.

After the river card came out, I was completely stunned.

+67.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

He won.

I won every single game.

It wasn't a "small win".

It's an overwhelming, unreasonable, and chilling way to win.

The cards he receives are not always the best; sometimes they are miscellaneous, or even two unmatched low cards.

But after the community cards were revealed, they perfectly and precisely completed his hand each time.

One after another, flushes, straights, full houses, and four of a kind.

It was as if someone was dealing the cards for him.

No.

It's not "like".

Someone is dealing the cards for him.

That person is called Tiandao.

By the tenth round, all five other players at Sun Hao's table had been eliminated.

He had a small mountain of chips piled up in front of him.

Change tables.

The second table.

The same script.

Win every single game.

with no exceptions.

The opponents have changed time and time again.

There are experienced and seasoned professional gamblers.

There are nouveau riche-style crazy gamblers.

There is an underground poker player known as the "King of Gambling in Yunzhou".

Lose everything.

They lost everything, not even a trace.

It was 3 a.m.

Sun Hao has won 58 games in a row.

Fifty-eight.

Not a single game lost.

The chips in front of me changed color three times: from red to blue, and from blue to black.

Black chips, each worth 100,000.

There were three hundred in front of him.

Thirty million.

Tonight, 80% of the liquid funds in the entire "Golden Cage" casino flowed to the same person.

The casino fell silent.

That kind of quiet wasn't absolute silence.

Instead, all the noise, cursing, laughter, and shuffling sounds all merged into one single sound.

Whisper.

Everyone was staring at the man in the black shirt.

He stared at the small mountain of black chips in front of him.

fear.

Pure, instinctive fear.

Because in a casino, no one "should" win fifty-eight hands.

Winning five games in a row is an extremely low probability event.

Winning ten games in a row is almost impossible.

Winning 58 consecutive hands is no accident.

This is a bug.

It's a system error.

It's like God gave this person a cheat code.

Sun Hao sat behind that mountain of chips.

Expressionless.

But his hands were trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's excitement.

Pure, insane, exhilarating excitement that seeps into your very bones.

It worked!

It really worked!

The three incense sticks lit at that dilapidated Taoist temple truly turned him into a gambling god.

He always wins when he gambles.

I didn't lose a single penny.

He recalled the scene three days ago when he made a wish in front of that young Taoist priest. He had originally thought that Heaven couldn't grant his wish. That was just a move to "smash its own reputation."

But Heaven did more than that.

And they did it so thoroughly.

A perfect record of 58 wins.

Thirty million came in.

Sun Hao lifted his fingers from the chips and touched his face.

The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

His only thought at that moment was—

tomorrow.

Come again tomorrow.

They'll come the day after tomorrow too.

I come every day.

He always wins when he gambles.

Never lose.

He will become the richest person in this city, no! In this country, in the world.

No one can beat him at the gambling table.

He is the God of Gamblers.

The true, one, and invincible God of Gamblers.

Sun Hao placed his last black chip on the mountaintop.

Close your eyes.

He took a deep, greedy, and satisfied breath.

Then he opened his eyes.

I'm getting ready to leave.

But he found he couldn't stand up.

It's not that my legs are weak.

There was an extra hand on the back of the chair behind him.

A thick hand, adorned with two solid gold rings, rested on his shoulder.

The force of that hand was not great.

But it's as heavy as a mountain.

"A poisonous snake."

A hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal, came from above Sun Hao's head.

"Have you won enough?"

Sun Hao did not turn around.

He doesn't need to look back.

He recognized the voice.

Zhou Tiezhu.

The owner of "Golden Cage".

The number one figure in Yunzhou's underworld.

A person who kills using rules.

Sun Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

But his voice remained as steady as a hibernating snake.

"Brother Tiezhu, I know the rules of the casino. Winning and leaving is only natural."

"Of course you can leave if you win."

Zhou Tiezhu removed his hand from his shoulder.

Instead, it was "click".

The sound of a butterfly knife snapping open.

The cold tip of the knife was pressed against the back of Sun Hao's neck.

not heavy.

But Sun Hao could feel the tip of the knife pierce the outermost layer of his skin, and a tiny bit of warmth flowed down his neck.

"But cheating"

Zhou Tiezhu walked around to stand in front of Sun Hao.

He is a giant who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 200 kilograms.

Bald.

An old scar on the left side of my face, running from my brow bone to my chin.

He was wearing a tight black T-shirt, and the muscles in his arms looked like they were filled with lead.

He looked down at Sun Hao.

His gaze was like that of someone looking at a snake whose vital spot had been pinched.

"Winning 58 games in a row. Not losing a single one. Do you think I run a charity?"

Sun Hao's lips twitched.

"Brother Tiezhu, I didn't cheat. You can check the cards, the table, and the security cameras. I didn't touch a single card."

This is the truth.

He definitely didn't cheat.

He was a card that was forcefully fed by the will of Heaven.

But he couldn't possibly say such a thing in a casino.

"I told you not to bother me, I'll look it up myself."

"You don't need to explain."

Zhou Tiezhu squatted down.

His face was now level with Sun Hao's.

So close that you can see the bloodshot veins in the other person's eyes.

"Viper, I've known you for over a decade. I understand you."

"You're a con artist. You always have been. You never bet when you're not sure."

"You won fifty-eight hands in a row tonight. Whatever methods you used—whether it was a hidden chip in your sleeve or reading the cards with your contact lens—"

"I don't care how you won."

"I only care about one thing."

Zhou Tiezhu extended a thick index finger and pointed at the mountain of 30 million chips.

"Leave these behind."