Chu Feng’s massive opening bet immediately got everyone talking.
Seeing this, Liu Song chuckled and looked at Chu Feng. "Ah, Brother Chu, you haven’t even glanced at your cards. You’ll go bust in no time playing like that. A young man like you shouldn’t be so impulsive."
"Elder Liu, this is the era of the young now. And as they say, fortune favors the bold," Chu Feng replied with a smile.
At this point, many players checked their cards. After seeing what they were dealt, more than half of them immediately folded.
The pot had already grown to over a hundred million. If the betting continued, it could increase several times over—perhaps even tenfold.
After all, this was just the beginning. No one had gotten a feel for their luck yet, and nobody would play this big—except for Chu Feng.
When the betting came around, almost everyone had folded. Only Chu Feng and three others remained, one of whom was Liu Song.
This man was a foreigner, and his complexion was similar to Chu Feng’s.
"I’ll stay in. One hundred million," the foreigner said.
Seeing the foreigner stay in, Liu Song immediately said, "In that case, I’m out. You all can play on."
He then folded his cards without another word.
’He knew that if one person dared to bet this big, it was likely a bluff,’ he thought. ’But if two people are willing to play this high, then one of them has to have a great hand.’
"Five hundred million," Chu Feng stated flatly.
Just like that, Chu Feng had thrown in six hundred million without even glancing at his cards.
Hearing Chu Feng’s bet, the foreigner’s expression shifted, a hint of anger flashing across his face.
The pot now held over seven hundred million.
"I fold." After a moment of hesitation, the foreigner finally threw in his cards.
’It’s only the beginning,’ he thought. ’There’s no need to go all-in on this hand. If Chu Feng really does have a good hand, I’ll have just thrown away hundreds of millions. It’s not worth it.’
Even if they were rich, they didn’t just throw their money away like that.
With that hand, Chu Feng won over a hundred million.
"Incredible," even Zhao Liu couldn’t help but praise.
’That kind of courage, that kind of nerve... it’s truly on another level.’
Once again, all eyes were on Chu Feng.
Soon, the second hand began.
The ante was still one hundred thousand, but this time, it was Chu Feng’s turn to open.
"Five hundred million!" Chu Feng immediately declared.
This made the other players’ expressions turn sour, and even Liu Song looked a bit displeased.
"My friend, even if you have a good hand, is there really a need to bet this big right from the start every time?" Liu Song said with a fake smile.
Because of Chu Feng’s move, many of the others were in a bind, unsure whether to call or fold.
"Elder Liu, I believe you just said the limit was one billion. I’m only at five hundred million, still half of the cap you set. Or should I just go straight to one billion?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.
He wasn’t the least bit intimidated. He had come here to make money, so there was no need to worry so much. After all, Zhao Liu was here.
"That’s right! Old Liu, you never said we couldn’t open with five hundred million. We’ve got the money, so what’s wrong with us betting it? If you don’t have the cash, then just fold," Zhao Liu said with a chuckle, the taunt in his voice obvious.
Simply put: if you can’t afford it, don’t play.
Liu Song’s expression flickered at these words. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, said nothing.
"Continue," Liu Song said flatly.
"I call!" A Black man immediately threw in chips worth five hundred million.
"I fold!"
"I fold too!"
In an instant, more than two-thirds of the players had folded, including Liu Song himself.
It was now the foreigner from the previous hand’s turn. Seeing that Chu Feng still dared to bet so big, he immediately called.
"I call too!" the foreigner said.
"One billion!" Chu Feng announced, raising the bet again.
This stunned everyone once again.
None of them had expected this young man, with his harmless-looking smile, to be so ruthless.
"You...!" Hearing the new amount, the Black man was caught in a difficult decision.
In the end, he decided to look at his cards. After seeing them, he promptly folded.
"Back to you," Chu Feng said to the foreigner with a smile.
The foreigner gritted his teeth at this. "I’ll call you on that! One billion!"
Just like that, the pot swelled to over three and a half billion!
No one had expected the climax to come so quickly. Including the initial high-card comparison, they were only three hands in, yet the pot had already reached the annual net profit of a company worth tens of billions.
"I refuse to fucking believe you can just keep winning!" The foreigner slammed his cards onto the table.
A straight flush! 8, 9, 10!
When his hand was revealed, many of the other players felt a surge of relief. They were thankful they had folded; otherwise, they would have just been throwing their money away for nothing.
"Show your cards, kid!" the foreigner snarled, his face contorted in a smug, arrogant laugh.
However, Chu Feng calmly revealed his cards.
The moment Chu Feng’s cards were revealed, everyone’s eyes went wide.
10, 10, 10!
Three of a kind! Three 10s!
This hand... Chu Feng won!
Instantly, the room erupted in an uproar!
"Incredible!"
"This guy has some tricks up his sleeve!"
Many of the tycoons present were murmuring about Chu Feng.
Seeing this, Zhao Liu grinned so wide his eyes nearly vanished into slits.
Three and a half billion!
Subtracting his own stake of one and a half billion, that meant Chu Feng had won a clean two billion in a single hand!
"Sorry about that. I won," Chu Feng said to the foreigner with a smile.
The foreigner’s face was hideous. In just two hands against Chu Feng, he had lost a staggering two billion!
"Kid, you just wait! Don’t let me catch you," the foreigner snarled, his face flushed with anger.
Everyone knew what he meant.
He was implying that Chu Feng was cheating, but his methods were so skilled that no one had noticed.
If he were ever caught, Chu Feng would meet a miserable end.
But they had no idea. Chu Feng’s method of cheating was nothing like what they imagined.
He was relying entirely on his own power and luck.
As the successor of the God of Wealth, his wealth and luck were naturally beyond question.
Moreover, some of his opponents were wearing special glasses that could see through other people’s cards.
But none of them could see through Chu Feng’s cards, because he had concealed them with his Spiritual Power. Chu Feng, on the other hand, could clearly see every card at the table.
He could even silently swap out the cards in the dealer’s hand without a trace.
Therefore, this was a gamble Chu Feng was guaranteed to win.
"Ah, Brother Chu, if you keep playing like this, no one will dare to play with you. Our fortunes aren’t enough to keep up with your stakes," Liu Song said with a smile, though his words were actually a warning to Chu Feng.
"It’s fine. The ante is only a hundred thousand. If your hand is bad, you fold. If you have a good hand, you play," Chu Feng said nonchalantly, completely disregarding Liu Song’s warning.
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