In the third round, Zhao An immediately played his card—a ten of hearts.

"So arrogant! You think you're the God of Gamblers?" Xu Chun sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Zhao An scoffed, "You're right, I am the God of Gamblers. I just had a great idea; I'm going back to make a movie in a few days. You really reminded me. Thanks! Come on, let me toast you. If the box office surpasses one billion, I'll treat you to another drink. Secondary creative rights, plus short video promotion, can still make another wave of money. This time, we can rake in at least another one billion. It's not a huge amount, but it doesn't matter. I've always been interested in what I do, not in making money."

Wow! Another guaranteed two billion? Isn't that a bit too good to be true? No one doubted Zhao An's words, because he could indeed do it; it wasn't something he hadn't done before, so there was no reason to doubt him.

"Don't get too cocky!" Xu Chun had just finished speaking when his cards were dealt. It was clear his hand was inferior to Zhao An's, and he immediately fell silent.

"Mr. Zhao wins this round." The dealer glanced at the cards; indeed, Zhao An's hand was the highest.

There was no card-switching like in the God of Gamblers movies here. In this kind of situation, it was all about luck and psychological warfare. There were no cheating techniques; it was all about head-on confrontation. There was no running away.

The three of them paused, seemingly sensing Zhao An gaining momentum again!

Bai Qiuqin smiled. "See? He never does anything he's not confident about. Relying on him to make a fortune is unrealistic; he'd be lucky to starve."

"An interesting person." Bai Qingyang didn't offer much commentary. He felt a little sorry for Zhao An—sorry for his talent. Having such talent, yet not putting in the effort to make money, was indeed a pity. Perhaps, as Zhao An himself said, he had absolutely no interest in money. In the fourth round, Zhao An merely glanced at his cards and laughed, "I forfeit this round."

This hand was clearly unwinnable; he hadn't tried to control it at all, only managing to do so in the third round. Winning would have been easy for him. But as Bai Qiuqin had said, the cat-and-mouse game was all about toying with them.

What does toying with them mean? It means giving them the greatest hope, making everyone feel they'll win, and with a very high chance of winning, then delivering a crushing blow, shattering their illusions and sending them packing! That feeling is exhilarating, so wonderful!

Thinking about this, Zhao An couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha, interesting, really interesting."

Bai Yue was also a little confused. She didn't know what Zhao An was trying to do; even her husband couldn't understand it. If Qian Yuling were here, she would definitely see that her little husband was devising a vicious plan to lure the opponents into a trap without them even realizing it, making them grateful for his kindness. Killing without leaving a trace—that's terrifying, and naturally, it's incredibly terrifying for the opponent. But as someone on the inside, it would be a real shame to miss such an interesting scene.

This live broadcast was indeed happening, and Zhao An's mother, Zhao Xinlei, was watching Zhao An's performance while holding her newborn child. She was filled with happiness; this man was both her son and her husband. Looking at her sleeping daughter in her arms, an incredibly exciting feeling spread through her.

The female anchors were also watching, their long, slender, fair legs swaying, their bellies round and full, indicating they were close to giving birth. Their bellies had swelled from Zhao An's advances, their vaginas almost shaped like his penis; at this point, they had no choice. Besides, being with Zhao An was also very joyful and blissful. The excruciating pleasure was a joy they would never forget, truly irresistible, incredibly wonderful.

Fang Shunli won the fourth round, making the situation very delicate. Everyone had won a round; the fifth round was the decisive round. Whoever won that point would take all the chips on the table!

Even Huang Yu and Fang Shunli's breathing became rapid, their hearts racing—a thrilling feeling they hadn't experienced in ages. The wealthy crave excitement; they'd play any game that offered thrills.

Xu Chun was the one most eager to win. He couldn't afford to lose, and the stakes he'd have to pay were too high, potentially causing significant negative consequences. He was offering up his aunt and cousin, along with his fiancée. What would the Southwest Chamber of Commerce think of him? What would the Lin family think?

Lin Xiao was somewhat better off, at least he trusted him. But what about him? If something really happened, Xu Chun would have to appease the Lin family. Without their help, their chances of rising to power would be shattered, and they might not have another opportunity for the next ten years. At this crucial juncture, Xu Chun had no choice. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost this time; he was blinded by the enormous profits. Zhao An had deliberately provoked him when he lost before, all for this moment.

No one dared to speak; even their breathing slowed. They were terrified of disturbing this sacred moment. At such a crucial time, no one dared to cause trouble. The consequences of being retaliated against by the sons of two powerful families were unimaginable; revenge was no joke!

"Do you think my husband will win?" Li Bingbing stroked her large belly, lying on the sofa, her beautiful eyes fixed on the huge LCD TV in front of her. This was the life of a gilded cage bird—occasionally acting. Recently, she had starred in the popular drama "Young Justice Bao," and had gained some fame.

Tong Liya and Li Bingbing lived in the same apartment. They debuted together, were deflowered by Zhao An together, and were sexually assaulted together. Zhao An had many women, and they were considered relatively close. "My husband will definitely win. He's playing them for fools."

Tong Liya had very deep feelings for Zhao An. Every time Zhao An bit her tender toes while penetrating her vagina, she felt a surge of happiness. So every time, she would go to the club to take good care of her tender feet, making it convenient for men to have sex with her anytime, anywhere. After being fucked so many times, feelings developed, and she naturally had blind faith in Zhao An.

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