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Soon, over an hour at the poker table passed in a flash. Three or four VIP contestants and members of the Central African tycoons' group left one after another, leaving only two Central African tycoons, the General Sect Leader, and another guest at the table.

The General Sect Leader intermittently cashed in, winning some and losing some. Unintentionally, the profit on the table had already reached 5.6 million US Dollars, with a total of ten million dollars in chips combined.

The voice in the headphones also indicated that it was time to make a move. Allen Zhang routinely threw in ten thousand dollars.

The guest next to him chose to stand pat, got up to use the restroom. Allen Zhang chatted and laughed with the Central African tycoon beside him, feeling relaxed and joyful.

When the tycoon returned, he glanced at his hand, said nothing, but directly went all-in!

"...?"

Allen Zhang looked at the 8 million US Dollars fervently pushed in, immediately casting a suspicious glance at the frenzied guest.

Buddy, isn't it my turn?

The Central African tycoon also looked unaffected, staring at him, "Buddy, you're going all-in? Are you playing or not?"

The guest smiled slightly: "How about deciding it in one go? I have urgent matters to attend to; I bet my hand beats anyone else's here."

"You play by yourself."

The Central African tycoons chose to fold one after another, Allen Zhang naturally chose to fold as well.

Glancing at the three people who each had their own agenda, Allen Zhang fiddled with the chips in his hand, pondering whether there was a problem, had they not coordinated well?

Thinking carefully, no, this should also be within their plan!

But the next move from this guest made everyone sweat profusely.

Regardless of what his own cards were, he did not even bother to look, went all-in irresponsibly, throwing all the money on the table into the pot, utterly disregarding the next player's feelings. The already dark face of the Central African tycoon turned even darker, dark with a hint of red.

Must say, the acting was really good!

Initially, the Central African tycoon was unwilling to accept this, placing a few hundred thousand dollars in big blinds straight away. But soon, the numbers went from 8 million to 10 million, and from 10 million to 15 million. Just a few rounds later, the three at the table were beaten down completely, even if they incredulously tried to call the bets, they still lost miserably.

The Central African tycoon couldn't outplay his card types!

Even the General Sect Leader, experiencing it firsthand, almost got intimidated by his invincible momentum.

Went to the restroom, came back, and then performed miraculously. Are you possessed by the god of gambling, Gao Jin?

If you're not cheating, I'll eat my hat.

Seeing his own chips decreasing to 7.6 million US Dollars, he chose to stand pat to calm down, not participating in the next few rounds.

Colson watched as the chips of the Central African tycoon decreased stack by stack, his face already beaming with joy.

Allen Zhang watched as the guest won again, easily, holding a solid hand, three of a kind beating a pair, confirming for sure he must also be cheating!

He must be wearing headphones too.

Damn, this guy is throwing out all decency!

After deciding to stand pat, Allen Zhang immediately found an excuse, got up to use the restroom, and shouted for Colson.

He asked the other party: "What's up with this guy? Is it so outrageous? What high-tech did he use? I thought he was one of our men, how come he's eating even me?"

"He's our well-planned guy. You're wearing bone conduction headphones, with two other people beside you assisting in watching other people's cards, but he not only wore headphones, during his restroom break he also wore invisible LCD contact lenses, able to see everyone else's hands. He's the ace we prepared this time, Mr. Jin. Anyway, you've already won a lot of money, it doesn't matter if you lose some."

Colson said: "Winning all of those people's assets is still difficult, they probably won't choose to go all-in here, we need them to bleed heavily! The game is just part of the setup, as long as they get the idea to turn things around, be it three days or five days, as long as they think of mortgaging, we win."

"Indeed, if you use high-tech, everyone is a gambling god like Gao Jin." Allen Zhang sighed, feeling somewhat disinterested.

After using the restroom and returning to the poker table, he looked at the Central African tycoon, who had fallen into silence and was wearing a mask of agony, his chips decreasing again.

From boastful proclamations at the beginning to silent at the end.

Allen Zhang rejoined the new round of the game, deliberately covering his own cards with his hand to prevent the others from seeing, and started placing blind bets, following regardless of how much the previous player bet.

The guest was surprised by his actions and thought the backend chose to give an advantage, promptly deciding to fold.

The Central African tycoon group had already been thoroughly confused, having no desire to win, placing bets cautiously.

Allen Zhang gave a faint smile, glanced at the public cards dealt by the croupier, and revealed his own hand with a backhand, "Sorry, I have two pairs."

"My highest card is only a Q. You won." The Central African tycoon looked down at his hand, which was disheartening, and couldn't help but sigh.

Allen Zhang collected the chips on the table, and continued to start the next bet of ten thousand dollars blinds. After a dozen rounds, the Central African tycoon couldn't take it anymore, directly betting all his chips.

"We decide it in one go!"

"Sorry, I'm not following." Allen Zhang looked at his chips.

I won 7.5 million US dollars. You all are in cahoots, why would I follow this bullsh*t!

Take the money and run, out of here. Play by yourself.