Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 150: Flower Boy Rong Raises His Bet

Romant was so angry his nose was crooked. He said angrily, "I confirm, pause."

"Alright. Then I declare the match suspended."

The chief referee said helplessly.

Hua Zirong immediately ran over: "Romante, what are you doing? Why did you pause the game?"

Romant said angrily, "This won't work. I want to change the rules. He goes all in every hand, and I can't even look at my cards. How can I gamble like this?"

I demanded that you not go all in every hand. This isn't a game of all-in; what's the point of going all in every hand?

Hua Zai Rong stared at him as if he'd seen a ghost: "Romante, is this something a gambling god like you would say? Not letting someone go all in? How is that possible? Seriously, are you even capable?"

Romant retorted angrily, "Playing like this, no matter who you call, won't work! He's just a newbie; he's trying to use this trick to kill me. I can't even look at my cards; he's forcing me to gamble with my luck. Do you dare to gamble?"

Hua Zirong was speechless. If it were a gamble, I'd do it myself. Why would I need you?

But Romant wasn't wrong either. If Old Mo were to gamble like that, he wouldn't even be allowed to touch the cards. What use would superior gambling skills be then?

Hua Zirong said helplessly, "Not letting them go all in is definitely not an option; there's no point in arguing about it. What other way do you have?"

Romant said, "There is a way, but my condition is that I get to see the cards. Otherwise, I'll just have to gamble with him. Are you willing to take the gamble?"

Hua Zirong's eyes gleamed: "You mean, as long as you can see the cards, you're guaranteed to beat him?"

Romant said, "Of course. He's just a rookie. If I can get the cards, I'll beat him 100% of the time."

Hua Zirong took a deep breath.

This request may not seem like much, but Hua Zirong knew that to get him to see and touch the cards, he would have to come up with another 300 million, which was the rule of playing poker.

Moreover, it also requires Old Mo's consent.

If Lao Mo doesn't agree, and you stick to these rigid rules, in the end, you can only gamble with his luck.

Hua Zirong decisively went to the card table, looked at Lao Mo and said, "Brother Mo, playing like this is a bit cheating. Aren't you forcing people to gamble with your luck?"

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Gambling is all about luck, isn't it? What, are you planning to cheat?"

Hua Zirong took a deep breath and said, "Brother Mo, this kind of game isn't fun. How about this? We'll watch the cards here, and if we win, you only lose half, how about that?"

Old Mo shook his head and said, "Impossible. There's never been such a rule in playing Texas Hold'em. If I go all in and you want to see the cards, you have to have double the money to call. That's the rule of Texas Hold'em, you don't understand, do you?"

Hua Zirong took a deep breath and said, "Fine. You just wait, I'll bring in another 300 million. You think you can use this trick to crush us? No way."

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Sure, as long as you have the money, I have no problem with that. But I'm just reminding you, half an hour has passed."

"If you can't bring in 300 million within an hour and a half, then you've lost this round, and your 300 million is mine."

"Thanks for reminding me, just you wait."

Hua Zirong turned and left, rushing off to request funds.

He, Fa Zirong, certainly doesn't have that much money. Now, he can only turn to his business partners.

Fortunately, his partner was also present.

After Hua Zirong explained the situation to them briefly, they all understood.

In other words, if we can't get these 300 million today, then these 300 million here are probably doomed to fail.

Of course, you can also gamble with others based on luck.

But as I said before, if we've brought in the French gambling god, and it's a sure win, why gamble with luck?

Fortunately, his partners are all top tycoons in Hong Kong, so transferring 300 million within an hour is no problem at all.

Otherwise, Hua Zirong wouldn't have been so confident just now.

However, if they bring in another 300 million and lose, they'll basically all go bankrupt.

But then again, what's there to be afraid of in a sure-win situation? It's always better than gambling on luck, right?

Now that we're on the pirate ship, there's no way to get off.

There was no other way; these guys had to urgently allocate funds.

I have to say, these guys are really bold; they only took an hour.

The bank delivered a 300 million bill. Although it wasn't cash, you could use this bill to withdraw 300 million in cash from Standard Chartered Bank.

Alright, with the bank's receipts, the betting game begins again.

However, this time the bet only lasted half an hour.

Romant returned to the field.

This time, he was full of confidence, his eyes shining. This time, he was determined to have Old Mo figured out.

"I want to switch to a new deck and start over."

Romant made a request.

This is a normal request, and Lao Mo did not object.

The license plate was checked again.

Romant proposed shuffling the deck again.

This time, Old Mo still didn't shuffle the cards.

However, after Romant shuffled the cards, the dealer shuffled them again. This was a necessary rule.

Whether she will shuffle the cards Romant has prepared remains to be seen.

Soon, the cards were dealt again.

Each family placed three cards on the other's table.

This time, Romant spoke first.

Romant threw in a million dollars.

Old Mo used the same old trick: all in.

The scene reached another climax.

Romant thought about it and ultimately folded.

There was nothing he could do; he lacked confidence for the first hand, unsure if the dealer had tampered with his cards.

He needs to see his three cards before he can determine what cards he will get next.

Another fold?

Laughter erupted again from the audience.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the second round began.

This time, it was Old Mo's turn to speak first.

Without saying a word, Lao Mo went all in.

Romant sneered, reached out, and picked up the cards on the table.

He held the cards in both hands and slowly began to look at them, one by one.

This is the first time anyone has looked at their cards since the start of the competition.

A hush fell over the scene; everyone held their breath. It was as if this were the battle cry for a decisive battle.

Finally, Romant saw the cards in his hand clearly: three nines.

Seeing those three nines, Romant knew what was going on. If his hand wasn't messy, his opponent should have a pair of aces and a ten of hearts.

Normally, this hand isn't small. But compared to his three nines, it's far inferior.

This time, it's a sure thing.

Romant, expressionless, slowly placed the three cards face down on the table.

"hehe……"

"Mr. Mo, you like all-in, right? Okay, this hand, I'll go all-in with you. Show your cards."

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Mr. Romant, I have to remind you. If you follow suit, you'll have to pay a price of six hundred million. Are you sure you want to?"

"I'm sure, absolutely certain. I'm telling you straight, I have three nines, you show me your three nines."