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Three cards had been laid out separately, and one person flipped over a card, asking, "Do you remember?"
Fat Ma nodded.
"You can place your bets now."
Without hesitation, the Fat Ma pulled out a bill from the stack of hundreds. After the dealer's hands deftly shuffled the cards for a moment, Fat Ma placed his bet on the middle card.
The dealer asked, "Are you sure? Once you place your bet, it's final."
Fat Ma withdrew his hand.
The cards were revealed, and the dealer took Fat Ma's money. "Brother, your luck isn't too good today!" he chuckled.
Fat Ma didn't seem to mind and laughed along.
The second round began, and Fat Ma lost again. By the tenth round, he hadn't won a single game.
Fat Ma's expression darkened, worry creasing his brow.
I watched from the side, still trying to grasp the rules of this game.
Fat Ma seemed to be blinded by his losses and shouted, "Let's go again!"
The two dealers were naturally pleased with this outcome and quickly set up for another round. Fat Ma didn't play coy this time; he placed his entire stack of money on the table.
Fat Ma glared at the three cards and cursed, "I don't believe this nonsense!"
The dealer operating the cards looked at the thick stack of cash with gleaming eyes, his hands trembling slightly. Though it was just a moment, I caught it.
Fat Ma certainly wouldn't care about such a small amount of money, but he couldn't swallow his pride.
The Mud Man frowned slightly, while Old Ghost simply pretended it didn't matter.
"Brother, you better watch closely; I'm about to start."
Fat Ma nodded heavily.
Soon, three cards were skillfully shuffled in the man's hands, leaving the onlookers dizzy, while the Fat Ma leaned in closely, staring intently.
"Alright, you can place your bets now."
Fat Ma remained stubborn, betting on the middle card for the eleventh time.
"Are you sure?" the man asked, almost huffing with impatience.
After a quick glance around, Fat Ma replied, "I'm sure."
Watching this game unfold felt like a decisive moment. I stepped closer just as the dealer was about to reveal the cards, but another person pressed down on his hand.
He smiled at me and said, "Brother, why don't you place a bet too? It's all just for fun!"
I thought to myself that these two seemed eager to make a big score. I was about to decline when the Mud Man spoke up: "Why not join in for some excitement?"
"Yes, yes! This brother is right," the dealer chimed in.
I didn't think too much about it. I pulled out my wallet from my pocket and took out a stack of cash. I didn't count it but guessed it was around one or two thousand!
The Mud Man also placed a stack of money down, and I followed suit by betting on the first card on the left.
The dealer glanced at where the Mud Man had placed his bet and felt a twinge of anxiety. However, the other man didn’t care much; if they won, it could easily be over ten thousand dollars. Today’s effort wouldn’t be in vain. It seemed they had found themselves a fat sheep.
"Have you all bought everything?"
As he said this, his voice became surprisingly calm.
Just as he was about to start.
The Fat Ma shouted, "Why are you two going against me? No way, I still need to buy some more," and pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket.
This time, not only were the other two stunned, but even I and the Clay Man were taken aback; we hadn't expected the Fat Ma to bring so much cash with him this time.
After finishing his statement, the Fat Ma placed the stack of money on top of ours.
Finally, the man couldn't help but laugh.
But he didn't realize the pain of the dealer; they were buying the correct answers.
"Start already!" the Fat Ma urged impatiently.
His companion also pressed him to begin.
He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Unconsciously, his hand moved slightly, but it was stopped by the Clay Man.
"Go ahead," the Clay Man said calmly.
"You start," the Fat Ma insisted reluctantly.
His companion looked at the pile of money on the table, already delighted and urging him on without a care.
Left with no choice, he had to start.
After seeing the result, the Fat Ma burst into laughter, placing the money from the middle bet onto the first card on the left, then shouted, "We're still short several thousand! You all better pay up!"
The two men turned pale. Finally, one of them couldn't hold back and shouted, "You are cheating!"
We were laughing, but at that moment, our laughter abruptly stopped.
We looked at them as if they were monsters, astonished that they would dare to bite back.
"I see now, you two are in cahoots, plotting to trick us brothers."
Upon hearing this, the Fat Ma became furious and slammed the table, ready to explode. Unexpectedly, the other man said in a low voice, "If you know what's good for you, hand over the money." As he spoke, he pulled out a gleaming Watermelon Knife.
Seeing the knife, the Fat Ma's expression changed in an instant, and he forced a smile.
"Good choice. Hand over the money, and we'll let you off easy."
Suddenly, Fat Ma sprang into action and kicked the man in the stomach. He let out a scream as he was thrown out of the carriage. However, due to the loud rumble of the train, no one noticed what was happening.
The other man rushed forward to help but was quickly subdued by Mud Man.
The Fat Ma dragged the one who had fallen outside back in. After a round of ideological education, he finally told them that money is the root of all evil. After confiscating all their money, he let them leave.
With that incident over, the train continued its journey down the long road ahead.
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