The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 120 - 119: Win It All in One Go

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Yan Xiaobao frowned deeply, his face showing an air of intense contemplation. It seemed the cards left in his hand weren’t great, making it difficult to decide.

At this point, everyone knew that Yan Xiaobao couldn’t possibly play all his cards in one go. Chen Long, Zhao Erhu, and others were so tense that they didn’t dare breathe heavily, their hands tightly clenched and covered in cold sweat.

Tiantian, who had just relaxed a bit, felt her heart hovering again. Her big eyes stared at Yan Xiaobao without blinking, filled with worry.

Gambling really is a strange beast sometimes. You can dominate in the first half, winning with ease, only for the tides to suddenly turn, and everything starts going downhill—losing continuously no matter how you play. Not only might you give back all your winnings, but you could end up deep in the red as well. This is the so-called "wheel of fortune turning." Could it be that Yan Xiaobao’s luck is starting to run out?

"Play your cards already! What are you dawdling for, planning to wait until tomorrow morning?"

Brother Biao looked at Yan Xiaobao’s expression and grew increasingly excited, pressing him relentlessly and trying to disrupt his thinking, "Or maybe think it over slowly while I take your woman to bed for the night?"

"Hey! If you talk about sleeping with my wife again, I’ll make you a eunuch right now!" Yan Xiaobao snapped in anger.

"Alright, alright, I won’t say it for now. I’ll wait until I’ve cleaned you out of your fifty million, then have my way after that." Brother Biao was in an exceedingly cheerful mood. His smug laughter echoed as he added, "But hurry up and play your cards!"

"Fine, I’ll play, think I’m scared of you?" Yan Xiaobao pulled out two cards and tossed them on the table. "A pair of 3s."

"A pair of 3s? Could you get any smaller? Hahaha! Let’s see how you die this round!" Brother Biao was ecstatic. Even though it was just one round, this might mark the turning point for the entire night’s game, akin to Stalingrad during World War II.

"Hold on!" Just as Brother Biao was about to play four Jacks, Dongzi, seated next to him, let out a sneaky laugh. "You’ve played so many bombs already; let me join the fun. Four 4s—kaboom!"

Dongzi had been Brother Biao’s long-time teammate in card games, working seamlessly together. In this instance, he played a bomb unnecessarily because he knew Brother Biao had an even bigger bomb up his sleeve that could seal the victory. His interjection strategically expanded the battle stakes, doubling the potential winnings.

"Beautifully bombed, hahaha! My turn—four Jacks, kaboom!" Brother Biao sprang to his feet, holding his remaining five cards high, taunting Yan Xiaobao. "Four Jacks—can you take it? If not, I’m finishing up right now."

"He couldn’t take a piece of crap!" Dongzi sneered at Yan Xiaobao. "Four Kings and the ultimate bomb have already been played. What cards could possibly beat four Jacks? He’s doomed!"

"Ahahahaha..." Brother Biao threw his head back, laughing hysterically. "Winning over ten consecutive rounds earlier felt great, didn’t it? This round, I’ll make you cough up everything, principal and interest!"

"Hahaha!" Brother Biao’s four or five lackeys behind him burst out laughing gleefully.

"Brother Biao is unstoppable! This round is perfection!"

"How satisfying! We might win over ten million in this one round—so damn satisfying!"

"Betting against Brother Biao? Might as well dig your grave! No amount of money is enough to lose!"

Behind Yan Xiaobao, Chen Long, Zhao Erhu, and the others all had sullen expressions. Brother Bao had been winning smoothly all night, only to falter miserably at the crucial moment. If Brother Biao claimed the "landlord" role next round, the situation would become even worse.

Tiantian felt like she was riding a roller coaster, her heart nearly giving out. To lose over ten million on a single hand—this was incomprehensibly terrifying...

"Sigh!" Yan Xiaobao shook his head lightly. "Playing cards with you is practically an insult to my intelligence. Has it never occurred to you that I have only four cards left?"

"What’s the big deal about four cards? You couldn’t possibly beat my four Jacks, could you..." Brother Biao suddenly froze, feeling an ominous chill. "Don’t tell me..."

"Only realizing it now? You’re honestly too dumb." Yan Xiaobao gently pinched his cards, slowly spreading them open and laying them on the table. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"Four Queens!" Chen Long screeched in shock.

"Four Queens?!" Zhao Erhu couldn’t believe his eyes.

Chen Long stared at the cards on the table in disbelief. "Didn’t Brother Bao already play four Kings earlier? How did he play the Kings first and leave the Queens for last? This..."

"This is Brother Bao’s brilliance!" Zhao Erhu marveled. "Under typical logic, people tend to play smaller bombs first and reserve bigger ones. But for Brother Bao, four Kings and four Queens are essentially equal in his hands. Playing the Kings first was purely to mislead his opponents..."

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Chen Long exclaimed, coming to a sudden realization. "I get it! After playing the ultimate bomb, Brother Bao could’ve gone with four Queens first and finished with a pair of 5s, leaving the opponent utterly helpless. But instead, he played the pair of 5s first, enticing them to unleash their bombs, then flipping the game in one fell swoop! This is masterful, meticulous, ruthless..."

"Haha! Exactly! And on top of that, Brother Bao pretended to be conflicted about his next move, fooling even us. That performance deserves an Academy Award!"

"Totally! Brother Bao is simply divine!"

Brother Biao’s legs buckled as he collapsed heavily into his chair, staring in disbelief at those four Queens, his mind utterly short-circuited. He had been blinded by his seemingly unbeatable hand, completely unaware that Yan Xiaobao’s cards were even better...

Of course, this was all part of Yan Xiaobao’s design. After playing for over ten rounds, Yan Xiaobao had grown tired of dealing with Brother Biao, so he orchestrated this setup to end things definitively.

"Everyone owes me twenty-five million six hundred thousand—pay up!" Yan Xiaobao spread open his hands toward Brother Biao and Dongzi.

"What? Twenty-five million six hundred thousand!" Brother Biao leapt out of his seat as if struck by lightning. "This... this can’t be real!"

"Why not?" Zhao Erhu began calculating on his fingers:

"Landlord doubles the stakes—each round starts at twenty thousand. One bomb doubles it, two bombs quadruple it, three bombs eightfold, four bombs sixteenfold, five bombs thirty-twofold, six bombs sixty-fourfold, seven bombs a hundred and twenty-eightfold. Twenty thousand at a hundred and twenty-eightfold—what else could it be but twenty-five million six hundred thousand?"

"Seriously, can’t even calculate this and dare to play cards with me?" Yan Xiaobao sneered at Brother Biao. "You lost, now hurry up and pay. Oh, and do a live broadcast cutting your little buddy off for me, too."

Brother Biao couldn’t possibly cough up fifty million now. Even if he scrambled to patch it together, the damage would be irreversible—it would leave him crippled financially for life.

What’s worse, he’d strategized to use the gambling debt as leverage against Tiantian, yet now Tiantian wasn’t in his grasp and he might have to sacrifice his family jewels. What’s the point of living after that?

Brother Biao squinted and sneered coldly. "Money? What money? I only said I’d bet fifty million. Did I ever specify it was fifty million in cash?"

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