Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 67: Shadow of the Sin Table

"Do you think you're playing with the odds, or are the odds playing with you?"

"Here, no one can truly control their own destiny."

"The game is over. Winning or losing is no longer up to you."

Mrs. Mei's red lips curled up slightly, like a blooming red rose. The folding fan gently tapped Siming's shoulder.

It seemed like an unintentional teasing, but in fact, she was always staring at Old Horn out of the corner of her eye.

The short red-bearded pirate was leisurely fiddling with the silver ring on his finger, occasionally tapping the table.

Every subtle change in rhythm is an unknown code on the sin card table. Mrs. Mei naturally understands what it means -

—Old Horn was waiting for her signal.

At this gambling table, fairness is nothing but a joke, and the outcome of this game has been decided from the very beginning.

Old Horn just needs to wait patiently for Calvino and Sima Ming to willingly leave the Nightmare Gold here.

So, she gently approached Siming, slightly leaning her body to the side, and through the contact of her body, her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand as if unintentionally.
While her other hand quietly folded up the corners of the cards, in just a moment, she caught a glimpse of Sima Ming's trump card.

A mismatched pair, a useless hand with no chance of success.

She sneered in her heart, it seemed that this gambler was not as smart as they thought.

No matter how lucky he is, he cannot change the fact that he is dealt a bad hand.

His chips will eventually fall into old Horn's pocket.

However, just when she thought Siming would rationally choose to fold in order to save chips for the next round, he actually—

Bet twice the ante!
——40 points!
Old Horn narrowed his eyes slightly, and Mrs. May was also a little surprised.

According to the rules of the Sin Poker table, if the player does not look at the cards, he can make a blind bet of 4 times the ante (80 points).

But if you have seen the cards, you can only raise a maximum of 2 times the ante (40 points).

But Siming's cards are not worth betting on at all.

"What? Is it not possible?" Siming raised his eyebrows, casually fiddling with the chips in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Limit Hold'em, blind bet 4x, check raise 2x, I bet 40, that's perfectly within the rules, isn't it?"

Mrs. Mei's heart was shocked, and she felt inexplicably that something was wrong.

"Victory and defeat are often just a moment away."

"When you think you have everything under control, you may just be a pawn of fate."

"Did you really see clearly?"

Mrs. Mei tapped her folding fan lightly with her fingertips, her eyes scanning the chips on the gambling table thoughtfully.

Old Horn sat opposite, squinting his eyes and raising a cunning smile at the corner of his mouth, like a shark lurking in the night, waiting for an opportunity in the undercurrent.

Siming leaned casually on the back of the chair, spinning a chip lightly with his fingers, with a half-smile in his eyes, as if he didn't take this gamble seriously at all.

But why is he so sure?
Mrs. Mei has secretly sent out a folding fan signal. According to her observation, Siming's cards cannot possibly form a straight of spades, let alone a flush.

At this moment, Old Horn had completed his layout - the three spades community cards fell in the center of the gambling table.

If Sima Ming didn't have the spade card, he wouldn't be able to win.

The bet had reached a critical moment. Old Horn chuckled and said jokingly, "So, kid, do you want to continue?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Siming. According to the rules of the Sin Table, he only had two choices at this moment—raise or call.

If he folds, all the chips he just invested will belong to Old Horn.

Mrs. Mei had already made up her mind. She thought Siming would choose to be conservative and call the bet. After all, he had no way out with the cards he was dealt.

However, the next second——

Sima Ming smiled.

"With such good cards in hand, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't gamble big?"

He slowly pushed out a stack of chips—

——Maximum bet, 100!

Instantly, the air seemed to freeze. "What?!"

This is the maximum single limit of the Sin Table, which means that Sima Ming has completely given up on retreat!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Siming, trying to find flaws in his face.

Mrs. Mei also subconsciously bit her lower lip, staring at his expression.

however……

This man remained calm, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Is he truly confident, or is he bluffing?
In this round, who was calculated?
Mrs. Mei opened her eyes wide, her breathing became slightly rapid, and her folding fan trembled slightly between her fingers.

She was originally certain that Sima Ming's trump card was just a random deck of cards, but at this moment, she actually had a sense of uncertainty.

It was clearly just a fleeting glimpse, but why did she suddenly become unsure?

She took a deep breath, suppressed her inner uneasiness, and her eyes wandered, trying to find some confidence on Old Horn's face.

However, what she saw was——

Old Horn was also hesitating!
He narrowed his eyes slightly, the cigar slowly burning between his fingers, the hot smoke lingering around him, but those eyes that were used to calculating showed a hint of hesitation for the first time.

He wasn't sure anymore.

Siming's fingers tapped lightly on the table as he looked around leisurely. There was no tension in his eyes, but rather a hint of nonchalant teasing.

"Madam?" He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his tone was full of undisguised teasing.
"What do you think? Do you think my hole cards are a flush of spades or a straight?"

Mrs. Mei was stunned. Her reason told her that this guy must be bluffing.
But her mind was frantically replaying the glimpse she had just caught - what was he holding? Was she seeing it correctly?

Spades? A different suit? A flush? Or worst of all, four of a kind?
No, that's impossible. She couldn't be wrong...right?
She pursed her lips quietly, a trace of cold sweat seeping out of her forehead.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Old Horn's fingers tapped twice on the table.
His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his mind was working rapidly, trying to analyze whether Siming was bluffing or had already set up a killing trap.

He had never seen anyone dare to bet everything on the Sin Poker table, especially when he was almost certain to lose, he still raised the bet to the maximum limit calmly.

But what if this is a bluff?

What if this guy is betting on their hesitation?

He glanced at Mrs. May, who subconsciously looked back. The moment their eyes met, Old Horn understood the uncertainty in her eyes.

A hint of uneasiness rose in his heart.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

At the gambling table, everyone held their breath, waiting for the final decision.

Old Horn slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and stared at Siming's face, trying to find any slight flaws.

However, Sima Ming's smile remained calm, as if the outcome of this game had already been decided.

This is a lunatic.

Old Horn narrowed his eyes, rubbed his chips with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and finally slowly pushed out chips of equal value -

"The dealer accepts your bet."

In an instant, the crowd burst into low discussions, and Mrs. Mei's fingertips tightened unconsciously. She didn't even realize that her breathing became a little rapid.

The gamble has come to an end and there is no turning back.

Calvino stood aside with a calm expression, but his fingertips had quietly fallen on the rifle at his waist.

He knew that in a game of sin, winning or losing was never just a matter of chips.

Alison crossed her arms, a trace of inquiry in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Sima Ming, trying to guess his intentions.

Siming just leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his slender fingers gently brushing the edge of the bottom card.

He slowly reached out, gently folded up the cards in his hand, and then revealed the two cards -

The card of unknown destiny.

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(End of this chapter)