"It's not the move of a wise man to just act on impulse!" As Marquis Qin made up his mind, he glanced at the group. Although his own cards were good, he couldn't guard against Yang Yi's three face cards, which could very well be the best possible straight flush among the six possible straights. Therefore—

"I'm out!"

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi chuckled, turning to Fujiki. "Since you've called, and the Marquis and the others aren't following, it means the only ones left in this game are you and me!"

"Yes, so what?" Fujiki felt a twinge of regret. While his hole card was equal to Yang Yi's, betting fifty billion US dollars at once... well, it certainly felt like a desperate gamble.

"Not much, just the two of us left. Since we're playing, let's play big." As Yang Yi finished speaking, his hands moved as if the chips on the table were nothing more than pebbles, sweeping them all forward. "One hand to decide the winner!"

"Oh... My God!" The foreigners suddenly seemed to become devout believers.

And Marquis Qin could only watch with a brow furrowed deeper and deeper, while Fujiki stared blankly at the towering pile of chips Yang Yi had just pushed forward. He thought: Call, and risk everything on this razor's edge of life and death. Fold, and I might regret it forever, not to mention appearing before others as a coward trying to save his skin.

Sometimes it's just like that; too many people care too much about others' opinions, leading them deeper and deeper into a situation from which there is no escape...

"I call. Hmph, I'll gamble with you one last time~~~" Cold sweat beaded in Fujiki's palms. Although he was the CEO of a major Japanese corporation and controlled considerable wealth, having to commit the funds of several branch companies overnight truly made him sweat.

"Heh heh, very good, a spirited middle-aged man." Yang Yi shot a sardonic look at Tianshe and said, "Deal the cards."

"Understood." Tianshe responded, dealing the final two cards to the remaining players.

Once the last two cards were dealt, the atmosphere suddenly grew intensely heated, and a palpable tension began to envelop them. Yang Yi revealed four face-up cards, keeping one hidden: the Ace of Spades and the Five of Spades were in his hand.

As for Fujiki, his cards were all Hearts. Logically, if the hand was a straight or a flush, Fujiki would lose to Yang Yi, yet why was he fighting so desperately, chasing Yang Yi so relentlessly? Undoubtedly, it was all for the gamble on that last card, the final hidden card.

It could be said that any gambler in the world, even a God of Gamblers, or simply someone who enjoys wagering money, knows that the most thrilling and intense part of any game is the final card; when the dealer has bet everything, it signifies the arrival of this historic climax.

"Gentlemen, please show your cards." Tianshe ignited the pinnacle of this high-stakes game.

Everyone, including Feng Shi and the others behind Yang Yi, and the perpetually frowning Marquis Qin, although they were as tense as everyone else, held a thread of confusion.

"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Yang. Tonight, I'm betting you don't have the Six of Spades!" Fujiki acted as if he was certain Yang Yi had a straight flush, revealing his final card: a Heart flush.

"Is that so? In the current situation, if my face-down card turns out to be the Six of Spades, I have a chance to beat you—but if it's not the Six of Spades, then I lose to you," Yang Yi stated calmly.

"It's that simple, and perfectly clear," Fujiki asserted.

"Very well, let's see how lucky this young master is tonight?" Though Yang Yi spoke these words, his hands swiftly flipped the card.

With a sharp smack, the card was revealed, and everyone's eyes snapped toward it, their heartbeats accelerating in unison. The most shocking element was the face-down card Yang Yi turned over.

"Hiss..." The air seemed to turn cold. Fujiki didn't know, but it could be said directly that he stared at that face-down card in utter bewilderment, his heart cramping at that moment.

"Congratulations, Mr. Yang wins with an overwhelming victory via the Spades Straight Flush." Tianshe's brow also furrowed. He clearly hadn't dealt the Six of Spades, so how could it have become the Six of Spades the moment it was revealed?

It must be said that Tianshe had originally been following Marquis Qin's intentions, aiming for Yang Yi to suffer a crushing defeat. Thus, he had been cheating on Marquis Qin's behalf all along. But every card he dealt was neither too low nor too high, nor was it dealt in a way that prevented Yang Yi from completing a straight flush. However, the outcome of the revealed cards caused both him and Marquis Qin to constantly frown inwardly.

"No... No... This is impossible~~~!" Fujiki’s face was ashen as he stared fixedly at the Six of Spades.

Marquis Qin and Tianshe could only manage wry smiles. After all, this wasn't what they wanted. Regarding Fujiki, Marquis Qin was completely confident he could win back everything he had lost tonight, but Yang Yi was different. To be frank, ever since Marquis Qin first met Yang Yi, a feeling of powerlessness had settled in his heart, though he couldn't quite pinpoint the source of this impotence.

"Oh, YGn..."

"Mr. Fujiki, you've lost, and it was decided in a single hand!" the American addressed Fujiki.

"No, I don't believe it. You... You must have cheated, definitely!" Fujiki pointed at Yang Yi.

"Cheated?" Yang Yi didn't respond to him directly, instead turning to Marquis Qin and saying, "Marquis, are you implying that this establishment doesn't allow people to win money? And if someone wins, they are immediately accused of cheating? Does Mr. Fujiki suspect I colluded with you all?"

"That's impossible!" Marquis Qin immediately stood up upon hearing this. "Mr. Fujiki, if you question Mr. Yang's integrity, by extension, you are questioning our staff. As for Tianshe, you've gambled here long enough to know that a true Taoist master doesn't cheat. Furthermore, observe how clumsy his dealing hands are—I advise you to choose your words carefully!"

As he spoke, Marquis Qin wasn't just using Tianshe's status as a purported Taoist master to deceive; he was also using sharp words to caution Fujiki. This showed that Marquis Qin, despite his years immersed in the underworld, was currently merely a pawn being utilized by Yang Yi.

"Alas, we've all fallen into the trap," Tianshe sighed inwardly.

"No—impossible!" Fujiki adamantly refused to concede.

Seeing this, Yang Yi narrowed his eyes and asked, "You're not satisfied?"

"Yes, I am absolutely not satisfied~!" Fujiki was stubbornly defiant; even if he had truly lost, he would never admit it.

"Very well. Since you are not satisfied, how about one more hand? I don't need the money, but I require a different stake from you!" Yang Yi's face was split by a devilish smile.

"A stake?" Hearing this, Fujiki was inwardly delighted, but upon hearing the stake, he paused for a moment before asking, "What stake?"

"I want to bet your life—everything you own!"

"Hiss~~~" A collective gasp of cold air sucked in by everyone present shot through their bodies, causing them to involuntarily shiver. Within those few words, they sensed the palpable killing intent and chilling coldness embedded in every syllable.

"You..." Fujiki looked at Yang Yi in disbelief—or rather, with a hint of bewilderment—and asked, "You want to gamble with lives?"

"Of course. Only if you can beat me. If you win, you can not only take the money but also keep your life," Yang Yi said with apparent nonchalance.

"Brother Yang~~~!" Marquis Qin seemed to sense something and quickly tried to intervene.

After all, Yang Yi was just a floor manager, not yet formally established in the inner sanctum. If he were, he would have had the authority to handle the situation directly after what just occurred, rather than proceeding cautiously, step by step, waiting to report the situation to Long Tian of the Dragon Gang. This was the conclusion Yang Yi reached by using his mind-reading ability on Marquis Qin, Tianshe, and even the seemingly peculiar Korean man.

"Marquis, I suggest you don't interfere. Since my brother Yi wants to gamble his life with him today, he naturally has his reasons. Of course, you can try to stop us, but I warn you, even if you try, you might not succeed," Fatty Lin seemed to have a moment of genuine clarity. He understood that Yang Yi wasn't truly concerned about gambling his life against the Japanese man, Fujiki; rather, he was using this opportunity to probe the foundations—to test the depth of this Grand Casino.

However, Yang Yi's true objective was even greater than that. If his intentions were known to everyone present, a bloody battle might erupt in the Grand Casino tonight, and it would formally ignite the conflict between the Southern Dragon Gang and the Black God Society. Most importantly, Yang Yi had long coveted the rich territory of Macau.

During his investigations in the south, Yang Yi had clearly understood that the Dragon Gang's rapid growth, their superior equipment, and their strong manpower were entirely due to the astronomical income generated every year and every month from the Macau region, which fell under the Dragon Gang's sphere of influence. Therefore, Yang Yi had always wanted to acquire all of this through some means—to monopolize the Dragon Gang's economic lifeline. This was why he had delayed making a move in Macau, waiting for the opportune moment.

"What do you mean by that?" Even Marquis Qin, despite his lack of acuity, understood the barbed implication in Fatty Lin's words. This provided him with an opportunity to gauge exactly who Yang Yi and his associates were.

Thus, not only was he given an opportunity, but the curtain was also drawn back on Yang Yi's firm resolution. He slammed his large hand onto the table with a loud slam!, startling everyone. With a strange smile, he looked at Fujiki and said, "Be quick about it. A real man speaks his mind—are you gambling or not?"