Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 69: The Manipulator of Fate

Chapter 69: The Manipulator of Fate (Part 2)

"He's controlling not only the game, but everyone's heart."

"The card game is a battlefield, and gambling skills are weapons."

"You think you're manipulating the game, but you don't realize you've already been tricked."

"And he has already seen through everything, just waiting for you to step into his trap."
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Old Horn's face was as gloomy as the sea before a storm. He stared at Siming intently, his knuckles turning slightly white from exerting too much force.

What methods did this black-haired oriental boy use?
In the last round, he was clearly teasing Mrs. May with one hand, but he completed the card changing operation accurately with the other hand.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't use ordinary tricks, but a technique that could not be detected or even questioned.

Old Horn's card game has always been under his tight control. Each deck of cards has been specially processed, old, worn, and irregular.

This prevents other gamblers from changing cards by hiding them, and also makes it easier for him to control the game at any time.

But he had just rechecked the deck, and it still had the same cards, intact.

This means that Sima Ming did not use the cards he had hidden away, but "borrowed" two cards from the deck without him noticing!

This method has far exceeded the scope of ordinary tricks.

How on earth did he do it? !

The corners of Old Horn's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes became increasingly cold.

This kid... is not simple.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger, slammed the cigar into the ashtray, and decided not to give Siming any more chances.

This time, he will send Siming to death with his own hands!
The two trump cards slipped quietly into Siming's hands, and at the same moment, Old Horn, with his years of practiced skills,
When shuffling the cards, he picked up a royal flush combination.

This time, he not only wants to win, but also wants to win completely, cleanly and irrefutably.

He wanted Siming to watch him lose all his chips with his own eyes, and to make that arrogant face reveal a look of despair.

however--

Sima Ming didn't even look at his own cards.

He leaned lazily back in his chair, one hand casually resting on Mrs. May's waist, and the other hand didn't even bother to touch the cards.

Madam Mei hooked her arm around Siming's neck, her fingertips gently sliding across his collar, her tone slightly teasing: "What? Don't you want to see your luck?"

Siming raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile on his lips: "I know I will win, why waste time?"

These words made Mrs. Mei frown slightly, and a strange sense of uneasiness arose in her heart.

This is not the arrogance of an ordinary gambler, but a kind of almost absolute self-confidence.

The corner of Old Horn's eye twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Boy, stop playing tricks and place your bets!"

Siming glanced lazily at the chips on the table and said casually, "Four times blind."

The air solidified instantly.

Four times blind opening - without looking at the hole cards, directly betting four times the bottom bet, which means that Siming does not leave himself any way out. Either win completely or lose completely.

Everyone couldn't help but started talking in low voices.

Ian frowned and muttered softly, "Is this guy...crazy, or...does he really know he will win?"

Rex stroked his chin, his eyes complicated: "Perhaps, what he is betting on is not luck."

Alison clenched her fists, her eyes filled with anxiety: "Damn... Can't this guy be a little more cautious?!"

Calvino remained silent the entire time. He just stared at Siming intently, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he slowly spoke in a low voice: "This guy...didn't use any secret tricks at all."

Alison was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

Calvino narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep: "Every move he makes, every bet he makes, even every time he makes his opponent doubt him, is a manipulation of the game through tricks, psychological tactics and the gambler's instinct."

"He didn't rely on any secret abilities."

Alison's pupils shrank slightly. "...You mean, he has a backup plan?"

Calvino nodded, his eyes growing deeper: "He's testing old Horn."

At the gambling table, Siming curled up the corners of his mouth slightly and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if he heard some pleasant melody.

He licked his lips lightly, his eyes leisurely, like a hunter who had finally found pleasure.

The air in the casino seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the gambling table, waiting for the final reveal.

Old Horn slowly turned over the three community cards——

King of spades.

Queen of Spades.

Jack of Spades.

This is a perfect prototype of a Royal Flush!
A smug smile involuntarily curled up the corners of his mouth, and his eyes glanced at Siming with a hint of playfulness. —This round, he was sure to win!
However, at this moment, Siming suddenly snapped his fingers, still with that lazy smile on his face.

"Under maximum bet." He said it lightly, as if he was casually ordering a glass of rum.

The casino was quiet for a moment, then erupted into a commotion of shock.

——This madman is here again?!

No one could understand why Siming would dare to raise the bet in such a situation, and it was an all-in bet of the highest amount!
Old Horn was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but sneered: "Boy, do you really think luck will always be on your side?"

He deliberately dragged out his voice and slowly turned over the fourth community card.

Five of Diamonds.

Then the fifth one—

Five of Hearts.

There was a hint of false pity on the corner of his mouth, and he put on an expression of feigned regret:

"Is this the card you wanted, lucky boy? Do you still believe in your luck?"

However, Siming just looked at him with a smile and said in a light tone: "No, I never believe in luck."

His eyes fell on Old Horn's hand, and he added meaningfully: "...but I believe in fate."

Old Horn's face froze slightly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

He suddenly revealed his trump card, ready to crush Sima Ming with his overwhelming Royal Flush—

However, when his eyes fell on his own cards, his smile froze.

His trump card -

It was actually one against three!

Old Horn's head buzzed and he froze in place, his fingers clenched on the table, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

The Royal Flush is gone?!
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible! !
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his thoughts were so confused that he could hardly sort them out.

He obviously cheated!

His hole card is a royal flush that he held himself!
How could it become a one-on-three situation?!
At the same time, Sima Ming stretched out his hand lazily and slowly revealed his cards.

——Four fives.

The air in the casino froze at that moment.

Sima Ming, wins!
Mrs. Mei gently covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.

She stared at Siming intently, with a strange emotion churning in her heart.

——Who is this man?!
She thought she had seen through Sima Ming, who was just a cunning gambler who relied on luck and cheating to get around in the casino.

But at this moment, she realized that she didn't understand him at all.

He is not a gambler at all, but a complete monster!

There was a buzz of discussion in the casino, and the gamblers watching were completely outraged.

"Where's Old Horn's Royal Flush?! Disappeared?!"

Everyone was looking at Old Horn in surprise and doubt. They couldn't believe that the master of the Sin Poker Table would lose in such a gamble.

Old Horn's face turned extremely ugly. He stared at Si Ming fiercely, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if he would explode at any time.

"You...what did you do to my cards?!" His voice trembled, as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger and fear.

Siming tilted his head, smiling like a cunning fox, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and said nonchalantly:

"Oh? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."

His voice was very soft, but to Old Horn's ears, it sounded like a buzzing spell, making him feel as if he was shrouded in a nightmare.

His breathing became rapid and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Reason told him that this was impossible.

——No one can do anything under his nose.

But the facts are before our eyes——

His royal flush, gone.

His victory was taken away by this damn guy in some incredible way.

The gambling game was not over yet, but Old Horn had already realized that he was not facing an ordinary gambler.

He encountered a nightmare that completely spun out of control.

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