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At that moment, Zhao Liu spoke up.

"Old Liu, you can rest assured. The funds are plentiful, more than enough!" Zhao Liu said with a smile.

It was impossible to describe how happy he was right now. He was also incredibly excited; he had made an enormous profit from this round.

Excluding the principal, even after splitting it fifty-fifty with Chu Feng, they each had 3.1 billion.

Adding their previous winnings, they each had almost 5 billion.

This was already a third of his entire fortune.

In just over ten minutes, Chu Feng had won him the fruits of more than a decade of hard work.

"Sixth Master, so you’re the one backing him. Alright, then I’ll bet a billion," Liu Song said.

"One billion," Chu Feng said, continuing. The money wasn’t his anyway, so he didn’t feel the sting at all.

Besides, given the current situation, Chu Feng didn’t think he could possibly lose.

"You! Good, kid. You’ve got guts!" Seeing this, Liu Song’s eyes grew even colder.

"One billion!" Liu Song called out again.

The pot for this round had now reached 13 billion.

The staggering amount made many of the onlookers antsy.

"One billion!" Chu Feng showed no fear at all.

At this point, Liu Song’s composure began to crack.

"Kid, I’ll call. I don’t believe it!" Liu Song couldn’t hold back any longer. Chu Feng was simply too calm.

That composure made him suspect Chu Feng had another trick up his sleeve. His intuition told him he couldn’t keep playing like this.

"Sorry, three aces. I win this hand," Chu Feng said with a smile, flipping over his cards.

This was arguably the best possible hand, unless his opponent revealed a two-three-five, but that was obviously impossible.

When Liu Song saw this, he froze.

"Th-This is impossible!" Liu Song shouted, his eyes wide.

The reason he was so agitated was that he had just had his subordinate swap Chu Feng’s cards.

That was why he had dared to fight Chu Feng so boldly.

But he never expected this to be the result when the cards were revealed.

"We won! HAHAHAHA!" Seeing this, Zhao Liu was so happy he nearly jumped out of his seat.

A pot of 15.2 billion! Even after subtracting their 6 billion stake...

They had profited 9.2 billion from this one hand!

A fifty-fifty split would be 4.6 billion each. A sixty-forty split would give one of them 5.5 billion!

Adding the 2 billion Chu Feng had won before, his total winnings now amounted to 11.2 billion!

"My apologies, I’ve won again," Chu Feng said with a smile.

Liu Song was so angry he could have spat blood. But as furious as he was, there was nothing he could do. He still had to transfer the money to Zhao Liu.

Once the money arrived in his account, Zhao Liu transferred it to Chu Feng’s bank card.

It was a sixty-forty split, with Chu Feng taking the sixty percent.

In an instant, Chu Feng received 6.6 billion.

The card was Su Miaoke’s. So, upstairs, Su Miaoke—who was busy sampling food with Zhao Qinghan and Zhao Quan—was getting a little irritated by the constant vibrations from her phone.

When she opened her phone and saw the deposit notification, her expression changed instantly, and her eyes went wide.

At first, she thought she was seeing things.

’Th-This... Am I seeing things?’ Su Miaoke muttered to herself.

She counted the digits on the screen again. After counting three times, she finally confirmed it was real.

’Has Chu Feng lost his mind? Betting this big?’ Su Miaoke’s hand, gripping the phone, was trembling. Her heart, needless to say, was thumping wildly.

"Miaoke, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?" Zhao Qinghan asked, walking over when she noticed Su Miaoke’s expression.

Su Miaoke was startled. She quickly turned off her phone and said to Zhao Qinghan, "N-Nothing. It’s just some company business."

"We’re all here, so let’s just relax. I heard they have king crab up ahead. Shall we go get some?" Zhao Quan suggested.

Everyone readily agreed, and the group headed straight for the seafood section. They ate seafood, drank red wine, and enjoyed the sea breeze on the top deck of the cruise ship.

The feeling was simply idyllic.

「Downstairs, in the casino.」

Chu Feng’s successive victories had agitated everyone.

All of these big shots sent in their most capable players.

"Now we’re in trouble. They’ve all sent in their masters of technique," Zhao Liu said, glancing at the other players. They had all swapped out, including Liu Song.

"Old Hong, you play for me. Since that kid is so good, you go ahead and have some fun with him," Liu Song said.

His meaning was obvious.

In response, Chu Feng just smiled.

For the next ten hands, Chu Feng didn’t even bother playing; he folded immediately.

This maneuver left many of them seething with pent-up frustration and nowhere to vent it.

It was like punching cotton. They had all intended to gang up on Chu Feng.

"Kid, do you even know how to play? You’ve folded ten hands in a row," that Old Hong demanded.

His tone was filled with anger; clearly, he had no goodwill toward Chu Feng.

"What’s the rush? Are you all that eager to hand me your money? I was just trying to give you a bit of a gaming experience," Chu Feng said with a laugh.

Hearing this, Zhao Liu also started to laugh. At first, he hadn’t understood Chu Feng’s strategy.

Now, he got it.

Chu Feng was deliberately making them feel angry and helpless. When they finally couldn’t take it anymore, Chu Feng would play against them again, and they would surely lose control.

This next hand, it went without saying, would be huge. He was going to reap them all in one go.

Soon, after the cards were dealt, the circle of players across from him all started calling out their bets.

The opening bet was now 100 million, and the betting limit had been raised to 10 billion.

Of the twenty players, none of them folded. Every single one bet 100 million.

At this, Chu Feng laughed. "You’re all rich men, after all. Do you have to be so stingy? Just 100 million?"

His smile was full of mockery, making everyone present seethe with anger.

"I’ll bet one billion!" Chu Feng said.

When the people around him saw this, the expressions on their faces turned even uglier.

"I’ll bet a billion too!"

"I’ll call!"

Soon, of the twenty players, ten folded. The remaining ten, including Chu Feng, all called with one billion each.

"Interesting. You all dare to play this big with me?" Chu Feng smiled again.

"Then I suppose I’ll have to trouble myself to bet ten billion!" Chu Feng announced.

The moment these words left his mouth, everyone stared at Chu Feng, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Kid, are you sure you’re right in the head? Ten billion right off the bat," one of the Masters of Thousand Techniques couldn’t help but snipe at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng’s ten billion bet instantly raised the pot to 21 billion, an already enormous sum.

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