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...................... This is what you call the devil is a foot high, but the Dao is a foot taller. Qiu Guangliang leveraged the home-court advantage of the Xiao Shan International Club to the fullest, and everyone was kept in the dark, unaware that he was playing on his own turf.

Under the subtle signal from Boss Liu, Brother Jun quickly tossed out several tens of thousands more in chips. It was unclear what secret signals Boss Zhou and Boss Liu used, but one of them seemed to spot that Brother Jun was short on confidence. Guessing that they couldn't win much in this hand, they decided to take their winnings and quit, lest anyone suspect they were colluding to cheat.

After hiding more than thirty thousand, Boss Liu finally flipped his cards, hesitated for a long time, sighed, and folded, leaving only Brother Jun and Boss Zhou. After another round, Brother Jun immediately called for a showdown. In the end, a pair of Aces was thoroughly defeated by a straight flush; he could only stare at the cards with regret.

The 'happy money' was two thousand five hundred each. Boss Zhou, smiling smugly, lit a slim women's cigarette and collected another twelve thousand five hundred in 'happy money.' Only Wang Zhuo knew that although she appeared to win quite a bit in this hand, about a quarter of it actually came from Boss Liu's stash—it wasn't a true win. Calculated precisely, Boss Zhou only won a little over fifty thousand in this hand, most of which she and Boss Liu had subtly squeezed out of Brother Jun together.

This amount wasn't really that much, because if Wang Zhuo and Qiu Guangliang hadn't foreseen the situation and discarded their unfavorable hands, this woman could easily have taken over a million from them. It was clear that everyone had their tricks; each had their own ingenious methods. This gambling game had become a stage for master cheaters to display their prowess—truly, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their unique magic.

After several more rounds, the gamblers experienced wins and losses. In one hand, Brother Jun caught three Aces—the unbeatable top-tier hand in Three Card Poker—but encountered the awkward situation where everyone else had dealt poor hands. He only managed to collect the ante, the initial hidden bet money, and twenty-five thousand in 'happy money.' An unbeatable hand only won him a little over thirty thousand.

Brother Jun looked up and sighed; invincibility was indeed lonely. Wang Zhuo lost several hands in a row before finally winning the ante with a pair of small fives, making him the dealer for the next round. Wang Zhuo did not possess the skill of the highly trained Qiu Guangliang to suppress and deal three cards with separation.

However, he had another unique trick that Qiu Guangliang couldn't master even in eight lifetimes: by the time the cards reached the second deal, he already knew what everyone's final hand would be. In other words, Qiu Guangliang could control the situation to a certain extent by manipulating three cards, whereas Wang Zhuo could grasp the entire picture, securing an unassailable position. Halfway through dealing the second round, Wang Zhuo had a sudden inspiration.

When placing the card intended for Boss Liu, he let it tilt slightly. An angle of about thirty-five degrees wasn't enough for nearby people to see what the card was, so no one noticed this small detail. But this split second, only one-fifth of a second, was enough for the pinhole camera, operating at thirty frames per second, to utilize.

The pinhole camera at Boss Liu’s position could capture at least three valid images. Thus, Wang Zhuo’s seemingly ordinary deal exposed Boss Liu's card to the monitor in the hidden room, which was tantamount to telling Qiu Guangliang. Soon, all the cards were dealt.

Wang Zhuo subtly manipulated the cards a few times. Among these, he deliberately stacked his own three cards perfectly together, controlling the angle of placement so the camera absolutely could not catch them. The cards dealt to Brother Jun were handled similarly.

But the last two cards dealt to Boss Liu were subtly revealed to Qiu Guangliang using the same technique. The first round of hidden bets quickly circulated. Wang Zhuo casually tossed out another chip and said with a smile, "I'm going to get a drink.

Let's go another hidden round." Setting aside Wang Zhuo fetching water, the player to his right, Boss Zhou, also cheerfully matched the hidden bet. She and Boss Liu alternated between open and hidden bets each time, appearing to be playing a game of one-upmanship against each other, but it was entirely intentional. When it was Boss Liu's turn to bet, he cautiously looked at his cards.

The sleeve of his suit happened to block the pinhole camera hidden in the table, causing the club's monitoring staff in the back room to shake their heads repeatedly. After seeing his cards, Boss Liu smiled and tossed out double the chips for an open bet: "Nice hand, I'll match." Qiu Guangliang immediately analyzed that Boss Liu's hand was at least a pair, and likely a flush, because with Wang Zhuo’s "assistance," Boss Liu's Ace of Spades and Ten of Spades had already been exposed to Qiu Guangliang. Even without seeing the third card, this judgment could be made through analysis.

Brother Jun had a pair of eights—neither strong nor weak. Considering things had gone smoothly for a few hands, he also matched openly. It was Qiu Guangliang's turn.

Since Wang Zhuo was dealing this hand, the pinhole camera hadn't captured what his cards were. Knowing Boss Liu had at least a pair, he could only examine his own hand before deciding on his next move. If he were dealing, he only needed to tilt his cards slightly upon placement to achieve prescience, just like Wang Zhuo.

Seeing that he held a straight flush of Q-K-A, the top-tier hand, Qiu Guangliang’s expression remained calm and unreadable. He picked up a gold chip and gently placed it in the center of the table: "Matching with an open bet." Three players had already matched openly. Brother Jun could only offer a wry smile; his small pair of eights was clearly done for.

The player after Qiu Guangliang was today's major extra, Uncle Ma. He looked at his hand, which was only a pair of small twos, and decisively folded, gloomily lighting a cigarette. Wang Zhuo immediately shouted from a distance, "This tea is way too hot!

I'll go another hidden round!" Uncle Ma casually picked up one of Wang Zhuo's blue chips and tossed it into the pot. The three players who had shown their cards were clearly out. This person dared to match the hidden bet—truly a big spender who thought money was too plentiful.

Boss Zhou already knew about her partner's strong hand through an unspoken signal. Wang Zhuo's hidden bet suited her perfectly. She casually stubbed out her slender women's cigarette and tossed in a blue chip: "Then I'll follow with a hidden bet." Boss Liu feigned looking at his cards again and continued to match.

Brother Jun followed his lead, but instead of chips, he tossed in his insignificant pair of small eights. Qiu Guangliang still bet with an expressionless face. Although Boss Liu didn't look at his cards a second time under the camera, he held the Q-K-A straight flush, which was only slightly inferior to three-of-a-kind.

Boss Liu had an Ace and a Ten, at best a flush, and Qiu Guangliang’s straight flush was guaranteed to beat Boss Liu's flush. It was Wang Zhuo's turn again. While blowing on his tea, he tossed in a blue chip to continue the hidden bet, adopting a daring style of play.

Boss Zhou continued to follow with hidden bets, raising the stakes. Boss Liu changed his method of betting each round, putting on a bit of a strange performance. Qiu Guangliang continued to call with an unruffled expression, his baby face remaining as still as an ancient well, betraying no emotion.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands in chips accumulated on the table. Even Ji Qiong, watching from the side, noticed the strangeness of this hand. While others heavily raised the stakes, Wang Zhuo maintained his unwavering hidden-bet follow, throwing in nearly a hundred thousand yuan, yet stubbornly refusing to look at his cards.

Seeing Wang Zhuo's intent to stay hidden until the end, Boss Zhou decided to look at her cards to reduce variables. After looking, she immediately gave a wry smile and dropped out. Her hand actually had a fighting chance, but with her partner Boss Liu holding a better hand, there was no need for her to continue.

The gamblers expressed regret, thinking Boss Zhou must have had a very poor hand, because there were already hundreds of thousands in the pot; even with a small pair, Boss Zhou should have at least called for a showdown. "Just the three of us left," Boss Liu smiled, looking at Wang Zhuo: "Younger brother, you’re challenging the two of us who have our cards showing while you keep yours hidden. You need to step up!" "Alright," Wang Zhuo shook the chip tray in his hand and smiled: "I'll see you through to the end." The raises continued, and gradually, Boss Liu and Qiu Guangliang started to get uneasy.

Both believed the other’s hand was worse than theirs, but Wang Zhuo was the biggest variable. If he had miraculously caught a huge hand, all their efforts would be lost to him. Boss Liu thought he had fooled Qiu Guangliang with his acting, believing Qiu Guangliang thought he only held a large pair.

He thought Qiu Guangliang’s hand was just a big pair or a straight. In reality, he himself had been counter-fooled by Qiu Guangliang’s performance. He thought he was playing the role of the pig eating the tiger, but Qiu Guangliang was the real tiger—not playing the pig, but genuinely acting like the pig to be eaten.

The pot doubled to a million yuan. Wang Zhuo had put in over a hundred thousand, while Qiu Guangliang and Boss Liu had each put in four hundred thousand. The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, estimating this hand would be the biggest of the day and likely the final one.

Faced with over a million, even the biggest variable, Wang Zhuo, was now taken seriously by the other two. Boss Liu looked somewhat troubledly at Wang Zhuo: "Younger brother, what are you planning to raise to? If this keeps going, it'll never end." Wang Zhuo smiled faintly, then looked at Qiu Guangliang: "I'll make another hidden bet of one hundred thousand, then show my cards.

What do you say, Liangzi?" Qiu Guangliang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Fine. Let's discuss it after you see your cards." Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—three piles of chips were pushed into the center of the table: Wang Zhuo's hundred thousand in hidden chips, and Qiu Guangliang and Boss Liu's open bet chips of two hundred thousand each. The stakes surged past 1.6 million.

Whoever laughed last wouldn't have wasted this day. "Then I'm going to look at my cards," Wang Zhuo said with a calm smile. He leaned forward over the gambling table, pressing his three cards together with both hands, and slowly slid them apart.

His left hand shielded the backs of the cards while his right hand gently lifted a corner of one card from underneath. A chorus of curses immediately erupted in the hidden room. Because Qiu Guangliang had bet so heavily in this hand, the cheaters in other rooms had temporarily quieted down to allow the staff to fully assist Qiu Guangliang with his cheating.

However, the way Wang Zhuo leaned over caused the edge of his coat to perfectly block the pinhole camera; they couldn't see anything. "Hahaha! My luck has exploded!" After seeing his cards, Wang Zhuo laughed heartily and sat up, slamming the chip tray onto the table: "One million!

All in!" Boss Liu’s expression was hesitant. He saw that Wang Zhuo was likely bluffing with his one-million-yuan all-in, and actually only held a worthless hand, a "daddy's hand." But regardless, it was a million yuan—should he call or not? Qiu Guangliang’s brow furrowed.

He stared intently at the three cards Wang Zhuo had spread out. A fleeting, almost imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, because on the back of the last card, he saw a mark he himself had made. Seeing that mark, Qiu Guangliang pondered for a moment, then chuckled: "One million, is it?

I'll take a gamble on my luck against yours. I call!" Seeing Qiu Guangliang call, Boss Liu and Boss Zhou exchanged a look. They knew Qiu Guangliang must have seen that Wang Zhuo was putting on a brave front despite his weak cards.

Boss Liu said in a deep voice, "Since Liangzi is in, I can't lose on this final showdown either. I call too!"