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"So, you're thinking of agreeing?"

Upon hearing this, Morian leaned back in his chair naturally and said without changing his expression:

"Of course, why not?"

"If I don't even have this much courage, then I can't be considered a qualified gambler."

"Besides, isn't this what you wanted to see?"

Faced with this deliberately difficult bet, Morian simply displayed extraordinary courage and tapped the table with his finger, signaling the other party to start quickly.

On the surface, Fellman snorted coldly, but in reality, he could barely suppress the urge to smile.

However, the glint in his eyes betrayed him; such a look belonged only to those who believed they had victory in the bag.

The card game continued as usual.

In the second round of dealing, the bearded man, who was the dealer, pushed over two cards and placed them in front of Morian.

He didn't rush to reveal the cards; instead, without even looking at them, he took out more banknotes and placed them on the edge of the table, ready to place his bet.

After a while, he carefully reached out and slowly flipped over the first card, revealing a four of spades.

Using the same method, the second card was slowly revealed, this time showing the six of clubs.

The two cards only add up to ten points! That's such a small number that there's almost no chance of winning in this hand.

Not to mention, this was when he was facing three people at the same time.

But Morian seemed oblivious to the size of the points, and immediately pushed all the bets in front of him onto the table to place his bet.

To outsiders, such behavior was tantamount to admitting defeat.

Playing cards requires a lot of psychological tactics. Bluffing and maintaining confidence are basic skills, and even non-professional gamblers understand this to some extent.

But the premise for doing this is that you really have a certain chance of winning.

Seeing this, Fellman's smile deepened. He slowly revealed his own cards, and as if Lady Luck had finally smiled upon him, he had a King of Hearts and a Queen of Spades, totaling a full twenty points.

This combination is almost equivalent to the maximum points. The only way to beat it is with blackjack, which is extremely unlikely. Any higher numbers will only result in a blowout.

"I think you can concede now." Fellman smiled broadly, placed his cards on the table, and revealed them.

Looking up at the outsider opposite him, he saw that the other party was reluctant to reveal his cards, which made him even more certain of his judgment.

Those two small cards together must have a pitifully small total.

Seeing this, the other two also revealed their cards, showing 18 points and 15 points respectively.

The three men turned to Morian in unison, their faces full of undisguised mockery, waiting for the moment the cards would be revealed.

"Heh, I haven't even revealed my cards yet, and you're already so sure you can win?" Morian asked calmly, placing his hand lightly on the two cards.

At the same time, the "Dreamer's" abilities were quietly activated.

In a place unseen by everyone, the faces of the two cards underwent a subtle change.

Yes, that's his greatest asset.

Fellman chuckled, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said:

"Does it make a difference whether your two cards are revealed or not? I doubt they'd add up to more than twelve points."

Hearing the mockery and doubts, Morian remained unperturbed, calmly flipping the cards over and gently placing them on the table.

On the cold, hard card face, the images of the Ace of Spades and the King of Spades were clearly printed, totaling a full twenty-one, right on the verge of busting!

And this is exactly one point more than Fellman's twenty points!

The smug smiles on everyone's faces froze.

Fellman stared at the two cards, his eyes widening involuntarily. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but all the celebratory words he had prepared stuck in his throat.

It's just a little bit extra that didn't explode?! How is that possible?!

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief.

He had just caught a glimpse of regret in the outsider's eyes.

It's like the subtle changes that occur after a failed bluff, and when the other party bets everything, you become even more convinced that it was just a bluff.

The smiles of the others didn't disappear; instead, they shifted to Morian's face.

He just used the "Dreamer's" ability to "change" the numbers on the cards in time and affect the three people's sensory perception, making the cards they received actually become blackjack.

Then, Fehrman glanced casually at the bets on the poker table.

Morian wagered a total of twenty pounds. This meant that they not only had to pay an astronomical sum, but also had to provide the other party with some information of interest, as initially agreed.

How long will it take me to pay off this debt?

After a brief moment of shock, anger and intense resentment surged into my mind.

"Bullshit!"

With a curse, Fellman stood up abruptly, his chair tipping backward and hitting the ground with a thud.

"A mere outsider dares to come and make fun of me in Xunfeng Street?!"

Enraged, he reached out his right hand and grabbed the young man opposite him by the collar, wanting to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.

However, before the hand could even touch the collar, a tremendous force and a dizzying sensation immediately struck.

Suddenly, Morian stood up and, with lightning speed, subdued the lunging Fellman, locking the back of his neck with one hand.

boom!

Fellman's face slammed heavily onto the table, causing the wooden surface to shake and several playing cards to fall to the ground.

"...Ugh!" He struggled to lift his head, but the hand was like an iron clamp, pressing his head firmly against the table, and he could only make muffled sounds.

Seeing their former friend being suppressed, the other two stood up almost simultaneously.

The skinny man pulled out a dagger from somewhere, while the bearded man, relying on his strength, swung his fist without thinking.

Morian didn't dodge at all; he simply clenched his left hand and swung it at the stubble-faced man's fist as well.

Click!

Fists collided, the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and one of the fists was twisted and deformed.

The bearded man screamed and staggered several steps before clutching his wrist and howling in pain.

The man holding the dagger had just taken a step forward when he was struck in the abdomen with a straight kick, which sent him tumbling to the side and crashing under the bar.

Having dealt with these troubles, Morian quickly scanned the tavern to see if anyone else was willing to stand up for them.

Only after confirming that no one was moving did he increase the pressure on his hands, pressing Fellman's head so hard it almost sank into the table.

For a moment, the tavern was so quiet that only Fellman's pleas for mercy could be heard, and no one dared to step forward to stop him or say a word of advice.

No one could have imagined that this seemingly unremarkable young man would possess such incredible strength.