plumnovel Chapter 43 Murder with Poker Cards
Chapter 43 Murder with Poker Cards
At the start of the fourth game, Chen Jie still did not make any changes.
He pushed all 800,000 chips to the center of the table, remaining calm and composed.
This time, as soon as the cards were dealt, before the dealer could even reveal his hand, Chen Jie had already secured the win.
His hand is Blackjack!
An Ace paired with a face card is the highest possible hand in blackjack, and there is no way to beat it.
The dealer's face card is neither an Ace nor a face card.
Therefore,
No matter what the dealer's hidden card is, it's impossible to get blackjack.
therefore,
No matter how the cards are dealt, Chen Jie is guaranteed to win.
this moment,
The female dealer's face was ashen, and her hands trembled even more violently, barely able to hold the cards.
Her eyes were fixed on Chen Jie's cards, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her face was full of disbelief.
impossible!
If I secretly switched the cards, why did I still get Blackjack dealt to the other player?
It's important to know that in a blackjack game, there's almost no chance of a player cheating.
Throughout the entire game, the player does not touch the cards.
The shuffling, dealing, and revealing of the cards are all handled by the dealer.
Players are merely bystanders and have no way to interfere.
You can win four consecutive rounds of blackjack.
This result completely threw the female dealer into a panic, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.
It took less than ten minutes in total.
Chen Jie's initial 100,000 chips snowballed into 1.6 million, a sixteenfold increase.
Gamblers around stopped what they were doing and crowded around to watch, their voices rising in awe and exclamations.
The thrill of gambling is on full display at this moment.
One hand of cards, a few minutes, and your chips double!
This intense pleasure is enough to make one unable to stop and to excite the mind.
But these mountains of chips were nothing more than a pile of useless plastic in Chen Jie's eyes, and he didn't even glance at them for a second.
The fifth game has not yet started.
Chen Jie then reached out and pushed the 1.6 million chips to the center of the gambling table.
His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation, as if he were pushing a pile of unimportant junk.
call--!
The female dealer raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath.
Her shoulders slumped slightly, her face showing exhaustion and panic.
She knew that she would no longer have a say in the next round of betting.
really,
The next second, steady footsteps came from the stairwell of the casino.
An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit walked slowly towards them. He was tall and upright, with a dignified face and an aura of someone who had long held a high position.
The old man was accompanied by several burly men, each tall and aloof, with eyes like eagles.
The group followed closely behind with expressionless faces, heading straight for Chen Jie's gambling table, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
The elderly man in the Tang suit was in his early fifties, with a tall and upright figure and an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.
A few strands of white hair were at his temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hinted at the vicissitudes of life.
Every step he took exuded an undeniable authority.
"Ninth Master!"
Upon seeing him, the female dealer tensed instantly, her voice trembling as she respectfully greeted him.
Her head was bowed low, her hands clenched tightly at the hem of her clothes, and the fear in her eyes was undisguised.
She felt a deep-seated fear of this Ninth Master.
Chen Jie slowly raised his head, glanced at Ninth Master indifferently, and remained calm and composed.
He then sat down nonchalantly, in a languid posture.
Unlike others, he neither bowed and scraped to curry favor, nor did he show the slightest bit of timidity.
It was as if the powerful old man in front of him was just an ordinary old man.
As soon as Ninth Master stepped into the hall, his gaze was fixed on Chen Jie, full of scrutiny and doubt.
But when his eyes met Chen Jie's briefly, he froze.
Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but shiver, feeling a strange chill in his heart.
Who exactly is this kid?
Chen Jie's gaze just now was too complex, devoid of reverence or fear, only a faint indifference and scrutiny remained.
It's as if I can see right through his heart!
An ominous premonition instantly spread through Ninth Master's heart, and he clenched his fists slightly.
Beside Ninth Master was a young man of about twenty-five years old, with a lithe figure and sharp eyes.
His hand was covered in a strange, twisted black tattoo that exuded ferocity.
Before Ninth Master could speak, he walked straight up to Chen Jie and slapped him across the face.
The movements were swift and ruthless!
He clearly intended to give Chen Jie a hard time and intimidate all the gamblers.
"Kid! You dare to cheat in our New Sun City? You've got a death wish!?"
The young man's voice was cold and his tone arrogant and disdainful. He immediately accused Chen Jie of cheating.
This is a common tactic used by casinos to deal with winning gamblers.
First, they slander, then they seize the moral high ground!
Then we can clean up the mess with a perfectly legitimate reason.
The slap was powerful and heavy, with a whooshing sound.
Obviously,
He was a trained martial artist with exceptional skills, and he showed no mercy in his attacks.
Snapped!
A sharp slap suddenly rang out, drowning out all the noise in the casino and echoing throughout the hall.
As soon as Ninth Master and his group entered, the gamblers sensed something was wrong and instinctively backed away to avoid trouble.
now,
There was no one within a 30-meter radius of Chen Jie's gambling table.
Only Wei Lang stood not far away, his expression tense.
Wei Lang's performance at this moment truly impressed Chen Jie.
The moment the young man strode aggressively toward Chen Jie.
Without hesitation, Wei Lang abruptly picked up the wooden stool beside him, his eyes bloodshot, and was about to rush forward to help.
Wei Lang was, after all, a man who had been to prison and seen the world!
He doesn't usually cause trouble, but he's absolutely fearless; he has a ruthless streak hidden deep inside.
But what happened next...
This left everyone present completely dumbfounded, their breath catching in their throats for a few seconds.
The young man who swung his palm was sent flying backward without warning.
He seemed to be struck by an invisible force, crashing heavily to the ground five meters away with a dull thud.
boom!
The young man crashed into the gambling table next to him, scattering chips and playing cards all over the floor.
The table tilted from the impact, making a screeching sound.
Chen Jie's moves were extremely measured, with his power controlled at will.
He deliberately broke all the bones in the young man's body, causing him extreme pain, but did not kill him immediately.
They spared their lives only to extract their souls.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream erupted instantly, echoing throughout the hall.
The young man lay on the ground, his body contorted and convulsing.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his face was filled with extreme pain and despair.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a wisp of dark, resentful energy was gathering above the young man's head.
The flavors grew richer and richer with each wisp of it!
This was Chen Jie's secret soul-extraction technique, forcibly extracting the soul of a living person and purifying the resentful and malevolent energy.
The heavier the resentment, the stronger the power of the dead soul, and the more terrifying the main soul can be cultivated.
The other burly man beside Ninth Master's expression changed drastically when he saw his companion fly backward.
He roared and lunged at Chen Jie, his fists clenched, determined to tear him to pieces.
Swish!
Chen Jie remained expressionless and silent, casually picking up a playing card from the table and flicking it lightly with a slight pressure from his fingertips.
puff!
The playing cards, like sharp, concealed weapons, pierced the air with a whooshing sound and instantly sank into the burly man's forehead.
Only a small section of the card remained outside, and blood gushed out, staining his face red.
boom!
The burly man fell straight to the ground, twitched a few times, and then became still.
His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief!
He couldn't believe until his death that he had died from a playing card.
Whoosh whoosh!
The remaining burly men around Ninth Master reacted, their faces turning pale but still fierce.
They all reached for their waistbands and drew their guns!
But the moment he touched the gun handle, the playing cards in Chen Jie's hand slipped out.
Several playing cards, like precise arrows, flew swiftly past and struck them squarely between the eyebrows.
The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.
Chen Jie did not use any magic or magical artifacts throughout the entire process; he only used ordinary hidden weapon techniques.
However, the speed and lethality of playing cards far exceed that of bullets, making them sharp and deadly.