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The "Fortune Source" casino is located in the most bustling area and is the largest entertainment venue of the Frank Family. It serves as the most important economic source for the Frank Family, boasting a grand construction and vast space filled with various gambling games. This place is a second paradise for gamblers!
Moreover, it is also a gentle haven that people are reluctant to leave. The service team, composed of beautiful women from various countries, is particularly enticing, leading many to refer to this place as the "Heaven for Men." The "Fortune Source" mimics the management order of Las Vegas and, with strong support from Reed, has grown to a large scale, attracting numerous "wealth gods" from around the world, including oil tycoons, business magnates, and wealthy figures from the political sphere.
Day after day and year after year, visitors come in droves, and wealth flows into this place just as its name suggests—"Fortune Source."
Today, the casino is even more lively because it has encountered a big shot known for winning every bet. However, no one knows who this big shot is; he is young but possesses exceptional gambling skills. Starting with fifty thousand dollars, he has played for two hours and has now amassed thirty million dollars.
The poker table at the "Fortune Source" casino is surrounded by the largest crowd, with people forming three inner circles and three outer circles around it. The sheer number of heads makes it overwhelming; anyone with a fear of crowds would likely be terrified. There are simply too many people.
This table features a high-stakes bet that starts at three hundred thousand dollars. Few can afford to play such large bets; only those who are extremely wealthy dare to sit here because one wrong move could feel like losing a piece of flesh!
However, today there is someone sitting at this table with just fifty thousand dollars—none other than Mo Ming. Looking at his stack of chips piled high on the table indicates that his initial fifty thousand has grown significantly; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit here.
A giant named Lion stands like a bodyguard behind Mo Ming, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. After all, the Dragon Soul Gang has declared war on the Frank Family, and they are currently in a den of tigers where danger could arise at any moment.
In just one week since its establishment, the Dragon Soul Gang has disrupted many of the Frank Family's businesses, causing Reed to become furious and mobilize considerable forces to secretly deal with the Dragon Soul Gang. Due to the significant commotion caused by both sides, they are proceeding cautiously to avoid being suppressed.
However, it is said that Reed has dispatched an elite team composed of retired Special Forces members to deal with matters. Their target is the mysterious leader of the Dragon Soul Gang known as Shura. So far, many have been sent out but none have returned. As for where they have gone, only Mo Ming likely knows.
Onlookers marvel at Mo Ming's prowess: "Who on earth is this guy? How can he turn fifty thousand dollars into two hundred fifty million dollars? That's terrifying! In just four short hours, he has amassed such wealth. Could he be the Gambling God?"
"Indeed! It's incredible! Has he been favored by Lady Luck today?" another person exclaimed. "He wins every round; his cards are exceptional! If it's not luck, then he must have real skill."
"Hey, don’t underestimate it! While gambling relies on luck, skill is also very important. I think he really does have some talent; didn’t you notice?" another person remarked. "He can accurately predict his opponent's hole cards every round. I believe he will win again!"
"Ha ha, I have an Ace on the table, and you most likely have a straight flush. If that's the case, then I've definitely lost. Tsk tsk, but I know you're not holding a straight flush; your hole card is a King of Hearts, am I right?"
Mo Ming smiled lightly, but his eyes were fixed intently on a middle-aged local from Y Country named Jerome, a tycoon in the Steel Industry with substantial wealth. However, today he had already lost fifty million dollars, leaving only fifty million on the table.
Jerome had brought one hundred million dollars with him; if he lost again, he would need to bring in more money to turn things around. However, in this round, he would have to put up cash; otherwise, he couldn't continue betting because Mo Ming had already gone all-in with all his wealth for this final gamble. It was now up to him whether to call or fold.
Originally, there were five players in the game, but now it was down to just Mo Ming and Jerome. This round would be their last showdown; whoever won would take home the three hundred million dollars on the table—a significant sum that could allow an ordinary person to live comfortably for several lifetimes.
Jerome appeared somewhat nervous, his palms sweaty and his brows furrowed with anxiety. Mo Ming was right; his hole card was just a King of Hearts, not a straight flush. This meant that if Mo Ming's hole card was an Ace, then he would lose.
"Who is this guy? How could he turn fifty thousand dollars into two hundred and fifty million in just four hours? It's terrifying. Could he be the Gambling God?"
Jerome hesitated over whether to take the risk because if Mo Ming only had an Ace, then a pair of Kings would win. However, since earlier, Mo Ming hadn't lost a single hand, making Jerome worry that Mo Ming might actually have a pair of Aces.
"Hey? Can you hurry up and make your decision?" Mo Ming asked with a smile as he noticed Jerome's lack of movement. He gestured around at the crowd and said, "Look, everyone is waiting to see what you'll decide—bet or fold?"
Jerome remained silent while Mo Ming's lips curled into a teasing smile. He covered his hole card and slowly moved it closer to his eyes for a glance. The people behind him leaned in to sneak a look, but Mo Ming quickly put it back down.
"Ah, today the goddess of luck has graced me; my luck is truly at its peak! Sir, I tell you my hole card really is an Ace—do you believe me?" Mo Ming provoked. "I really do have a pair of Aces—do you believe it?"
Jerome had initially decided to go all-in but began to hesitate again after hearing Mo Ming's words. He didn't understand what tricks Mo Ming was playing; which statement was true? The mix of truth and deception made his head hurt even more.
Although Jerome was wealthy, suddenly pulling out such a large sum still pained him. Moreover, his funds were tied up in stocks recently, leaving him with very little liquid cash; otherwise, he wouldn't be hesitating like this.
“Jerome, is your wife keeping all the money at home? It's just a couple of hundred million dollars, why hesitate for so long?” A business tycoon from the earlier poker game said, growing a bit impatient.
Upon hearing this, the entire room erupted in laughter, with teasing remarks echoing around, causing Jerome's face to turn as red as a monkey's backside. He shouted back, “Edward, shut up! You’re the idiot who left the table the fastest!”
“Jerome sir?” Mo Ming yawned and said, “Could you hurry up? I don’t have time to waste with you; my wife is waiting for me at home. It’s not virtuous to ruin someone’s good time.”
“Fuck you!”
Jerome was seething with anger but lacked the confidence to continue. He slammed his cards down and was about to leave amidst the mocking laughter, quickening his pace. Losing both money and face to a young kid like Little Mao was unbearable; all he wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible.
“Hey, Jerome sir, wait a moment!” Mo Ming called out to Jerome's retreating figure.
Jerome stopped, turning his scowling face towards Mo Ming, his tone laced with anger. “I’ve already covered my cards; what more do you want?”
“Don’t let your anger harm you. Don’t you want to know what my hole card is?”
Mo Ming smiled lightly, lifting the covered card for Jerome to see. As he did so, Jerome’s expression darkened further, as if he had been stained with blue dye, because Mo Ming’s hole card was just a square eight!
“I feel quite regretful, Jerome sir.” Mo Ming tossed the card away with a smirk and said, “The money I worked hard for was about to fly away, but thanks to your generosity, I won.”
“You… you really are ruthless, playing mind games with me!” Jerome’s ugly expression was filled with rage—anger at being toyed with by Mo Ming, and also anger at himself for being too timid to continue.
Mo Ming smiled slightly and said, “Gambling is actually an art. It requires three conditions to ensure victory every time: luck, skill, and psychology. You have luck on your side; it’s just a pity that you’re lacking in psychology.”
"Hmph, we'll see about that!" Jerome waved his hand angrily and left. He had no real intention of confronting Mo Ming; he only said that to find a way to back down.
The gambling match had ended, and those people either left or stood by discussing Mo Ming. As for what they were saying, Mo Ming couldn't be bothered to care. He turned to Lion and said, "Today was a good day; I made quite a bit of money in one go. Hehe, let's clean up and head to other places in the casino for some entertainment."
"Hehe, boss, I've been eyeing the beauties here for a long time. Can you bring a few over? I'll take them all!" Lion rubbed his hands together, looking excited. Although he had a sweetheart at home, it wasn't Lion's style to be faithful when out and about. Jessica knew about Lion's lecherous nature but didn't mind his flings; after all, how many men could truly be faithful?
"Jessica told me not to take you out to fool around; otherwise, she wouldn't help me build a complete intelligence network. Hehe, so Lion, you'll have to go hunting on your own another day. For now, let's stick to vegetarian food and handle our business first," Mo Ming shook his head and rejected Lion's suggestion.
"Damn it, boss, you're being ungrateful by letting that woman control me!" Lion shot a disdainful glance at Mo Ming but understood the importance of their task and didn't say more. He tidied up the chips on the table and quickly exchanged them for cash to deposit into his card.
Soon after, Mo Ming led Lion to another paradise within the Fortune Source Casino, where there were mouthwatering beauties everywhere—an all-female service staff that was simply a modern version of the Daughter Kingdom.
In truth, Mo Ming wasn't looking for pleasure; he just needed to wait for the fish he wanted to catch since the gambling match was over. He had to find a way to bide his time until the right opportunity came along. However, taking the chance to enjoy himself was also quite nice.
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