Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 70 The Gambling Game Ends, Gambler's Prey
"This isn't an ordinary gamble; it's a one-sided hunt."

"The prey struggles in anger, but the predator is already bored to death."

"Old Horn thought he was a seasoned shark, but he didn't know he was facing a predator that was watching his fate."

The Sin card table was still immersed in the revelry of feasting and revelry. The sound of dice rolling, the crisp echo of wine glasses clinking, and the pirates laughing heartily intertwined into a chaotic symphony.

However, in the deepest part of the casino, at this gambling table where the lights are dim and the air seems to be chilled, an overwhelming victory or defeat is about to come to an end.

The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round... until the tenth round, the end of each round was accompanied by the bulging veins on old Horn's forehead and the protruding blood vessels on the back of his hands.

His knuckles turned white from exerting too much force, and the smile on his lips had long since crumbled, revealing a gloomy and hideous look.

Sima Ming never gave him a chance to breathe. Every time he changed the cards, it was like a tease, a silent show of skill.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't even hide the fact that he was cheating.

This isn't gambling, it's hunting.

And the funniest thing is that the prey turned out to be old Horn.

Mrs. Mei had already moved away from Siming. Her fingers were casually twirling the folding fan, and her eyes were looking at the gambling table with interest.

She had realized that no matter how she tried to test, tease, or disrupt her opponent, this man would not be affected in the slightest.

What's more, she now has more important things to consider - the winner of this card game may be more worthy of investment than she originally expected.

Siming held his chin in his hand boredly, tapping the table lightly with his slender fingers, looking completely uninterested.

His eyes didn't even fall on the card game, but glanced around casually, as if gambling had completely become a pastime that made him drowsy.

This is what makes old Horn most angry.

This oriental kid didn't even consider himself an opponent! He wasn't betting against himself, he was playing with himself.

The beating of his heart roared in his ears, anger surged in his chest, and his mind was filled with tearing anxiety.

He wanted to overturn the gambling table, draw the rifle from his waist, and directly blow a hole into the boy's head! Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

He knew that he couldn't afford to offend this guy, nor could he afford to offend his companions sitting behind him.

Any one of those people could turn his sin card table tonight into a living hell.

Siming yawned, and with a sense of boredom that came from completely defeating his prey, he slowly announced, "Okay, the game is over."

He reached out and gently flipped open the cards, revealing a desperate royal flush.

Dead silence.

Even the Sin Table, a place full of deception and conspiracy, fell into silence for a moment.

Everyone held their breath.

Old Horn's fists were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds, and his face had turned completely blue.

——This kid didn't give him any chance at all.

Ten rounds of games, ten crushing defeats, each time being played terribly by the opponent.

This is no longer a question of gambling skills, this is a complete humiliation, a humiliation deliberately created by Sima Ming, with no room for maneuver and that makes people collapse!

"Old man, do you still want to turn over your cards?"

Sima Ming asked lazily, with a hint of malicious playfulness on the corner of his mouth.

Old Horn's fingertips trembled slightly. He knew that it would be meaningless even if he turned it over. He had already lost miserably.

Finally, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to make a "forget it" gesture.

He gave in.

Siming slowly stood up and stretched his shoulders, which had become slightly numb from sitting for so long. He casually pushed the chips on the table together and roughly estimated his winnings—6420.

After deducting the initial capital of 1000, he successfully won five Nightmare Golds.

A barely perceptible smile played at the corner of his lips.

——It was worth the trip.

"Can we exchange cash now?" he asked casually, "or... would you like to continue?"

His tone was nonchalant, even a bit nonchalant, but to old Horn's ears, it was undoubtedly an obvious mockery.

The bet was won, but Old Horn's expression was even uglier than if he had lost an ordinary bet.

He slowly placed his palm on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He could feel the rage in his heart pounding, threatening to swallow up his sanity.

But he couldn't do it.

His eyes slowly swept over the group of people standing behind Siming.

Baroque's hand had already touched the throwing axe at his waist. Ian crossed his arms over his chest, a smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Alison stood straight, her eyes calm, ready to strike at any time, while Calvino always had that meaningful smile on his face, as if he was watching a wonderful drama.

At this moment, Old Horn suddenly realized that this was not a gamble at all, but a crushing victory, a game between hunter and prey.

Finally, he took a deep breath and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Young man..." His voice was a little hoarse.
"No need to be so confrontational... Do you think I, an old man, am the banker who can't afford to pay out the bet?"

He slowly reached into his arms, stroking something with his fingertips, and then—

Five pieces of Nightmare Gold slowly floated down from his palm and landed on the gambling table.

A strange, illusory halo flows on the metal surface, as if it does not really exist, but a wonderful substance between reality and dreams.

Siming reached out to take it, but found that his palm seemed to penetrate the air.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Calvino with interest.

Calvino smiled and patted his shoulder, then reached out and gently pinched one of the nightmare golds.
The gold coins solidified instantly, as if returning to reality from an illusory dream.

"Only Captain Ghost can touch this thing," he said, with a hint of meaningful pride in his tone.

Siming touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Old Horn glanced between them, the haze in his eyes still lingering, and finally, he sighed deeply.

"The bet is over, and it's time for me, an old man, to withdraw." He turned to Mrs. Mei and said slowly,

"Mrs. Mei, it seems that the helpers you need are more suitable than the ones I, the old man, recommended."

There was a hint of cryptic meaning in his tone, but Mrs. Mei just smiled slightly, tapped her palm lightly with her folding fan, and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Old Horn, you have quite a good eye," she whispered.

Old Horn snorted coldly, walked out of the room without looking back, and disappeared into the crowd.

The gambling game is over and the spoils have been obtained, but the game has just begun.

Mrs. Mei looked at the people at the gambling table and slowly pushed a black and gold invitation onto the table.

"Whale Graveyard, the final resting place for gamblers."

(End of this chapter)