Chapter 670: Whose Trump Card

"Chongyang," the ninth of September.

Qi Xia's "Ming Pai" is "Chu Xi," the thirtieth of the twelfth month.

The "Gong Gong Pai" in the center of the table is "Xiao Xue," the twenty-third of the tenth month.

Nine-nine, one-two-three-zero, one-zero-two-three—the sum of all these numbers is thirty points.

A tie counts as a loss, and busting also counts as a loss.

"Red-bottomed monkey, are you freaking cheating?!" Chen Jun Nan slammed his hand on the table. "How the hell do you know what our cards are?!"

"Jun Nan Zi!" Qiao Jia Jin quickly shot him a warning glance. "You can't say that!"

"Damn it... I've messed up..." Chen Jun Nan clapped his hand over his mouth, then thought of something else. "Why can't I say it?! This bastard is cheating—he can see our cards!!"

"Hahaha!" Di Hou burst into a maniacal laugh, then said, "Maybe I just guessed 'Chongyang.' You guys fell for it. Is it really 'Chongyang'?"

"Guess my ass!!" Chen Jun Nan pointed fiercely at Di Hou. "I've had my eye on you for a while! Last round, when I tried to bluff you, you glanced at the back of my card and said I wasn't skilled enough. When Lao Qi tried to bluff you, you looked at his card and knew he was lying. Did you mark the backs of the cards?!"

"Oh?" Di Hou shrugged. "Is that possible? If I marked them, could Qi Xia not notice with his level of skill?"

"You..."

"That's exactly my 'Di Pai.'"

As Di Hou finished speaking, a faint glimmer flashed in his eyes.

That glimmer was like a meteor streaking across the sky, vanishing in an instant.

At the same time, far away, Zheng Ying Xiong let out a muffled groan, and the nosebleed he had just stopped began gushing again.

Xiao Cheng was shocked and quickly tore a strip of cloth from his own clothes to plug Zheng Ying Xiong's nostrils.

"You son of a..." Chen Jun Nan slowly stood up, staring at Di Hou's eyes in disbelief. "Are you pulling that 'Fiery Eyes of Truth' crap on me...? Do you really think you're Sun Wu Kong?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Di Hou shook his head. "I just happen to, coincidentally, accidentally see through your cards. That's all."

Chen Jun Nan's expression was a mix of shock, anger, and resentment. He held back for a long time before finally saying,

"Is cheating allowed in your casino...?"

"That's just you not knowing the ropes." Di Hou laughed. "Ten gambles, nine cheats—who says any casino is cheat-free?"

"What...?"

"The most interesting thing for me every day here is watching all the gamblers try every trick to cheat. As long as they're skilled enough and don't get caught red-handed, I turn a blind eye." Di Hou said, "If you can see through my cards or steal my 'An Pai' without me noticing, I'll still look the other way. But can you do it?"

Clang!!!

As soon as Di Hou finished speaking, a massive bell toll echoed from afar.

The sound startled Di Hou. He glanced outside the door, then turned back to look at the three in front of him, only to see that their expressions had all changed.

Chen Jun Nan stood there, smoothing his hair with a hand and smirking. "You bastard finally fell for it..."

"What...?" Di Hou stared at Chen Jun Nan in a daze, his mind going blank.

Qi Xia tried to say something but slumped to one side again. Qiao Jia Jin reached out to steady him.

"Cheater, hang in there—it's just like you said!"

Qi Xia forced his eyes open and lifted his head to look at Di Hou, his gaze carrying a hint of chill.

Di Hou instantly sensed something was wrong. A faint light flashed in his eyes, piercing through the table directly to Qi Xia's hand.

But that card wasn't "Chongyang" at all.

It was clearly "Zhong Yuan"!

"How... how could..."

"Hey!!" Qiao Jia Jin suddenly shouted, "Fat horse, stop your cheating!"

As the words fell, a burst of light filled Di Hou's vision, blocking his sight from penetrating the table.

Seeing this, Qiao Jia Jin smiled slightly. "It's a bit sneaky, but this time, the cheaters are us."

"That's right, Monkey Ge." Chen Jun Nan laughed. "You said it yourself—this game allows cheating, as long as you don't catch the flaw."

A hint of fear slowly crept onto Di Hou's face. He couldn't figure out what was happening.

His "Ling Shi" had been nullified?

He furrowed his brow, quickly thinking of a countermeasure, trying to calm himself down as fast as possible.

"Wait... just wait..." Di Hou told himself inwardly, "What am I afraid of? It's just one 'Di Pai' that's been countered... I still have a second one."

He quickly reviewed what had just happened in his mind, barely managing to calm down.

So what if they countered his "Ling Shi"? So what if they switched the cards?

It was "Zhong Yuan," after all!

Ghost Festival, the fifteenth of the seventh month.

That single card alone was worth "thirteen" points. Add Qi Xia's "Ming Pai" and "Gong Gong Pai," which totaled "six," and everything came to twenty-five points.

Yes, this "Ghost Festival" card was enough to take Qi Xia down.

"Di Hou, I'm raising the bet." Qi Xia's eerie voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What...?"

"I'm raising the bet." Qi Xia said, "You said that in this round, as long as I raise, you'll call."

This statement shattered the sense of security Di Hou had just built.

"You're raising now?" He murmured, feeling like things were still slipping out of his control.

Why was Qi Xia raising now?

Unless... he didn't know that Di Hou had glimpsed the "Zhong Yuan"?

"Yes..." Di Hou leaned forward, pressing his hand hard against his forehead as if to make his brain work faster. "That's right... it's a bluff... He's trying to scare me off!"

After all, in this game, raising the bet could not only win more "Dao" but also force the opponent to fold.

The simplest way to verify his theory was to hear what Qi Xia was raising with.

If the bet was obviously beyond what anyone could accept, it was definitely a bluff. Otherwise, he'd just call it straight.

"Qi Xia, what's your raise?"

Qi Xia took a deep breath and said slowly, "My stake is this: the loser of this hand has to serve the winner forever, until they completely perish."