The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 119 - 118: The Wheel of Fortune Turns
Chapter 119: Chapter 118: The Wheel of Fortune Turns freēwēbηovel.c૦m
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After shuffling the cards, Dongzi cut the deck, and Yan Xiaobao was ready to deal.
Brother Biao stopped Yan Xiaobao, "I want to cut the deck too!"
According to the rules, this request was reasonable, so Yan Xiaobao stretched the deck over.
"I’ll skin you alive!" Brother Biao pulled out the top card and slammed it hard on the table.
Typically, those who have lost heavily like to use this trick when cutting the deck, hoping to disrupt the winner’s luck.
This move completely messed up the order of cards Yan Xiaobao had shuffled. If the cards were dealt in this order, there was an 80-90% chance he would lose this round.
If he lost this round, he would lose the privilege to shuffle the cards, and he would also lose the priority to claim the landlord position. The sunglasses brothers would never give the landlord position to Yan Xiaobao again.
Once Brother Biao and his team claimed the landlord position, it would be tremendously difficult for Yan Xiaobao to win solely through card skills. As such, Yan Xiaobao could not afford a single mistake—he could not lose even one round. He must not relinquish the shuffling privilege or the landlord position.
But Yan Xiaobao remained composed as he dealt the cards, "One, two, three."
On the surface, Yan Xiaobao’s dealing showed no abnormalities. He dealt three cards to himself from the top of the deck. But in reality, the third card was not the third from the top; it was the card Brother Biao had moved to the bottom during the cut.
Yan Xiaobao’s hands were like those of a magician, moving at incredible speed. The so-called "Best Gambler in Baofeng," Brother Biao, wouldn’t catch it—nor would even the world’s greatest poker masters.
Yan Xiaobao secretly rearranged the card order while dealing, ensuring he got the hand he anticipated.
Consequently, the result was predictable. Yan Xiaobao won the tenth round again, firmly holding onto the dealing privilege and the priority to claim the landlord spot. This guaranteed that Brother Biao had no chance to beat Yan Xiaobao.
Zhao Erhu: "Brother Bao dominating a two-on-one game? Unbelievable!"
Chen Long: "That’s insane! I’ve never seen anyone win every single round in a game of Landlord—opponents can’t even touch the landlord spot. Brother Bao is unstoppable!"
"Hubby, you’re so handsome!" Tiantian’s smile grew brighter and brighter.
"This is nuts! Did we stumble onto some supernatural nonsense today?" Dongzi angrily tossed his cards on the table. Despite years of gambling experience, he had never been as frustrated as he was today.
"Let’s switch seats! I refuse to believe this nonsense!" Brother Biao stormed to his feet, glaring at Yan Xiaobao with fire in his eyes.
Angry gamblers often blame their losses on luck, seating positions, or other external factors. Demanding a seat switch was a common occurrence in casinos.
"Even if you play from the heavens, you still couldn’t beat me," Yan Xiaobao remarked calmly. He embraced Tiantian as he willingly switched seats with Brother Biao. For him, winning depended on skill, not location.
"Damn it! This seat really is lucky; no wonder that brat’s hand was so good!" Brother Biao’s eyes widened as he stared at his cards.
This hand was absolutely unbelievable. Never in his years of playing Landlord had he seen anything remotely close to this.
Four 5s, four 10s, four Aces—a total of seventeen cards—and he had drawn three bombs! There were even three 2s... This hand was unstoppable. The comeback started right here!
Brother Biao shot a glance at Dongzi, signaling that his hand was incredible. Dongzi replied with a knowing look, indicating that he had a bomb too and could cooperate.
Brother Biao’s confidence surged as he threw Yan Xiaobao an intense glare: You’re dead this round! I’ll blast your ass into oblivion!
"Pair of 6s, pair of 7s, pair of 8s, pair of 9s, double dragons soaring." Yan Xiaobao played four consecutive pairs.
"You brat, think your sequence is invincible?" Brother Biao slammed four cards onto the table. "Four 5s! Bomb!"
"Whoa! A bomb right off the bat! This round’s going to be brutal!" The crowd tensed up.
"Definitely, his hand must have more bombs. This round might be tough... Could it really be Brother Biao’s time to shine?" Chen Long’s voice carried a hint of unease.
Tiantian stayed close to Yan Xiaobao, her heart pounding with anxiety.
Yan Xiaobao countered with four Kings, slamming them onto the table. "You think you’re the only one with bombs? I’ve got one too!"
"Brother Bao’s got a bomb too; there’s still hope!" Chen Long’s excitement returned.
"Four Kings? That’s nothing," Brother Biao sneered. "Watch this, folks—four Aces! Another bomb!"
Silence overtook Zhao Erhu and the others. Brother Biao, deflated for so long, suddenly gained unstoppable momentum after switching seats. He clearly had an amazing hand. Had Brother Bao’s luck really been stolen?
"Just four Aces? Don’t get cocky. Didn’t you know I have the ultimate trump card—King Bomb?" Yan Xiaobao casually played a pair of jokers, crushing the game.
King Bomb was the ultimate card in Landlord—invincible and unquestionable.
"Whoa! This round’s totally explosive—earth-shattering chaos!"
"Four bombs already! Sixteen times multiplier—how much is this round worth, in the millions?!"
The intensity of a game worth millions made the crowd even more excited and tense.
"Ha! I knew you’d throw down King Bomb, but now that you’ve wasted it, let’s see what moves you have left!" Brother Biao sneered confidently.
He had four Jacks and three 2s in his hand, while Yan Xiaobao had six cards remaining. After playing so many bombs, it was improbable for the latter to have a valid sequence or pairs; it was impossible for him to lay down six cards in a single turn. No matter what Yan Xiaobao played next, Brother Biao could detonate it with his own bomb—unless...
The Queens hadn’t appeared yet, and Brother Biao didn’t have them in his hand. Did someone else have them for a bomb?
Yan Xiaobao had already played King Bomb and a bomb with Kings; why would he save a Queen bomb and use the Kings first? That would defy logic.
It had to be in Dongzi’s hand! A flash of realization struck Brother Biao—Dongzi had earlier signaled that he had a bomb, which hadn’t been played yet.
Perfect! With one bomb each, between himself and Dongzi, Yan Xiaobao would be utterly defeated in this round!
Four bombs yielding a sixteen-times multiplier—six bombs would be sixty-four times! With the doubled stake for claiming landlord, at twenty thousand yuan per round, sixty-four times would mean each player owed one million two hundred eighty thousand yuan, for a total of two million five hundred sixty thousand yuan!
Haha! Not only could this round recoup the few million he had lost earlier, but he could also swipe half of Yan Xiaobao’s chips—let’s see how he plans to come back from that!
It looked like today was both a lucrative and romantic jackpot—fifty million yuan plus Tiantian, such a gorgeous beauty... sheer bliss beyond imagination...
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