MM Racing Chapter 297: Even Changing Cards Won't Win
Chapter 297: Even Changing Cards Won't Win
Old Mo chuckled and said, "It seems Mr. Gambler is quite confident. Then let's reveal the cards!"
Torres laughed and said, "Mr. Chen, card counting is also one of my strengths, and card drawing is even stronger, so you didn't lose this hand unjustly."
After Torres finished speaking, he immediately turned over the cards.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd, and the entire venue erupted in cheers.
"Isn't that a ten of spades? Where does Torres get his confidence?"
"Who knows? The Ten of Spades is indeed very strong, but the probability of losing is also very high!"
Barton, sitting in the spectator stands, was as black as the bottom of a pot, his teeth practically grinding to powder. His gaze towards Torres was murderous.
Upon hearing these whispers, Torres finally realized what was happening and looked down.
Gaa...
He was stunned.
Why is it the ten of spades?
Little did he know that no matter how fast his hands were, they could never outrun Old Mo's divine sense.
As his hand reached for the Ace of Spades, Old Mo had already used his divine sense to snatch it away. He had caught the card below the Ace of Spades.
So, he drew a ten of spades.
However, Torres was unaware of all this.
At that moment, his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets in shock.
"Impossible, impossible! I clearly remember that card was the Ace of Spades, how could it have become the Ten of Spades?"
Old Mo smiled slightly, turned over the card in his hand, and there it was, a Jack of Diamonds.
Yes, she's exactly a little bit bigger than him.
Yes, although Old Mo drew the Ace of Spades, he didn't want it. When he actually drew the cards, he exchanged the Ace of Spades for the Jack of Diamonds.
Yes, just a tiny bit bigger is enough.
Wow……
When Lao Mo revealed his card, the room erupted in uproar once again.
Mr. Chen didn't get the Ace of Spades either, but his hand was higher than Torres'.
This looks much more natural. In a normal comparison, an average person wouldn't immediately pick the Ace of Spades.
The chief referee announced, "Torres has the ten of spades, and Mr. Chen has the jack of diamonds. Therefore, Mr. Chen wins this game."
Torres clenched his fists tightly. He was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself across the face.
He reached out with great reluctance to grab the Ace of Spades from his memory.
Sure enough, he caught it, flipped it over, and it was indeed the Ace of Spades.
Upon seeing the Ace of Spades, he nearly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way. Thankfully, he managed to steady himself on the table.
"Fuck, how is this possible? How could I have misremembered?"
Whether he misremembered or took the wrong thing, even he himself couldn't say for sure.
Anyway, he lost this round.
Patton's face was beyond just being described as black as a pig's liver.
I gambled three times in a row and lost all three. What the hell is going on?!
He's already lost 1.5 billion in the gambling. Yes, his casino has lost half its value.
At that moment, he truly panicked, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
Everything now depends on Torres.
"God, please don't play this joke on me! My heart can't take it!"
At this moment, all Patton could do was pray in his heart.
Ferramy laughed again. The laughter echoed in Barton's ears, making him feel extremely annoyed.
Old Mo smiled and looked at Torres, saying, "Mr. Gambler, I'm betting 500 million again this time. If I remember correctly, you only have 1.5 billion left. If you don't win this round, you're going to lose tonight."
Torres glared at Old Mo, gritting his teeth as he said, "Impossible. I, the God of Gamblers, cannot lose to a nobody like you. Let's go again."
"Alright. Let's compare sizes, bet 500 million, begin."
The dealer reached out and clapped his hands again.
Upon hearing the snap, Torres immediately reached for the Ace of Hearts.
He remembered it perfectly well; he wouldn't be wrong this time.
Torres quickly grabbed what he thought was the Ace of Hearts.
He just revealed the Ace of Spades, so in this hand, the Ace of Hearts is the highest.
This time, he dared not be careless. Although he did not reveal his cards, he still put them on the table and flipped one corner of the card over to take a look.
Upon seeing this, his expression changed drastically.
What did he see? He actually drew a two of diamonds.
Why is he grabbing the two of diamonds? To compare sizes?
I'm numb, everyone in Torres is numb! Could I have really remembered wrong? That can't be!
The two of diamonds is the lowest card; if this card is revealed, the game is over. No matter what card Old Mo gets, he can beat him.
However, the God of Gamblers is still the God of Gamblers; he was just careless just now.
His hand trembled, and when he flipped it over again, the two of diamonds had turned into the ace of hearts.
Yes, he used card-switching. That's cheating, but he didn't care.
Cheating is cheating; getting caught is considered cheating. If you don't get caught, you're a gambling god.
Yes, he had already hidden the two of diamonds on his person. He could hide that card anywhere on his person, change it here and there.
For example, when someone searches his hands, he can hide the cards on his feet. When someone catches his feet, he can move the cards to his chest.
Therefore, even if they searched the person, they wouldn't be able to find this card.
This is the source of his confidence as a gambling god.
His cheating act, of course, did not escape Lao Mo's divine sense.
However, Lao Mo did not expose him.
Instead, he said very politely, "You opened the cards first last time, and I didn't take advantage of you. This time it's my turn to open the cards first."
Upon hearing this, Torres's heart skipped a beat. A sense of foreboding washed over him, and before he could even process it, a terrible premonition had formed.
After Old Mo finished speaking, he immediately turned over the card. It was a red ace.
"Wow, the Ace of Hearts! It's the Ace of Hearts! We've got this game in the bag! Hahahaha..."
Ferramy laughed loudly again.
The scene erupted in uproar once again, with waves of noise rising one after another.
Because Old Mo had the best hand, Torres no longer needed to reveal his cards.
Torres was dumbfounded; he was truly dumbfounded.
What should he do now? Should he continue betting? Should he draw another Ace of Hearts?
Really, whether it's real or fake, what's the point of him showing it?
Torres slammed his cards down in frustration and said helplessly, "Fine, no need to reveal the cards anymore, I've lost this round."
After exchanging the cards, they were caught off guard when the other side revealed their cards first.
Torres felt that this old man was his nemesis.
Now, we only have one billion left. What should we do?
Torres thought for a moment and said, "Alright, best two out of three. I lost the over/under bet. Next round, let's go all in, are you in?"
Old Mo laughed upon hearing this: "Mr. God of Gamblers, I must remind you, you only have one billion left. Are you sure you want to bet all in with me?"