Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"Ladies and gentlemen, the dealer is this gentleman," the dealer announced slowly and deliberately to the seated crowd.

"This is the first time we've had a sucker willingly become the bookmaker. We're really lucky today," the middle-aged woman in light clothing sneered.

"Does he really think being a bookmaker is easy? Dressed like a country bumpkin, how much money could he possibly have in his pocket?"

The many well-dressed wealthy people sitting around the round table whispered among themselves, whether they were inside or outside the situation, and chuckled lightly at He Feng's hasty actions, seemingly oblivious to the situation.

It was as if the person standing in front of them had transformed into a self-service ATM, and the contempt in their eyes was beyond measure.

"Place your bets, everyone," the dealer said, but his hands were resting on the table.

The fingertips tapped on the table, producing a discordant clanging sound similar to Ross cipher, and these few subtle, almost imperceptible knuckle movements went unnoticed.

He quickly and easily conveyed all the information.

The coded messages were hidden in the gestures, making it impossible to tell whether they were intentional or unintentional.

The tactics had been communicated without any of the victims being aware of it.

All of this was observed by He Feng, and it should be said that it was all reflected in his intelligence information.

[Intelligence (Updated): In this game, there are four insiders and two unrelated personnel. Due to the lack of identity information, neither side can confirm your identity, so you are relatively safe.]

When it's your turn, you can draw the fourth and sixth cards, bringing your hand to a total of 21 points.

The subsequent card numbers were: Tables 1-4: 13 points; Table 5: 18 points; Table 6: 11 points.

Four people remained unmoved, unusually quiet, their identities almost obvious. The other two, dressed ostentatiously, exuded the air of nouveau riche, their identities self-evident.

This allowed He Feng to quickly define his identity, making him much more composed.

He then confidently picked up the cards that had been dealt to him: a Jack and a 3, with the Jack exposed and the 3 covered.

JQK all represent 10 points, while A represents 11. The other numbers are counted according to the numbers on the cards. He now has a total of 14 points.

This means that to win the next round, he needs to directly obtain a total of 8 points, not a single point more or less.

"1888 silver chips, just for good luck." The woman in the corner casually tossed out the chips in her hand, appearing quite generous.

"Then I'll have over 2000 to liven things up, we can't let people look down on us, right everyone?" Another man immediately followed suit.

These words clearly aroused the competitive spirit of the others, who started to compete and recklessly throw their chips out.

He even raised the stakes to 3000 silver chips at one point, just to satisfy his insignificant competitive spirit.

He Feng watched this chaotic scene with a cold eye.

Guess how many shills are in there?

He Feng couldn't help but feel powerless at their stupidity. After lamenting, he threw away all his wealth, slamming a sack of chips heavily onto the table.

"5000 silver chips, no more, no less, you can let someone count them," he said casually, placing his bet decisively.

The muffled thud caused everyone around to freeze for a moment, losing all their previous confidence in comparing prices.

Admiration, fear, and shock at being so blind as to not recognize a great man.

It was as if nails had been driven deep into their throats; in the face of such a domineering person, their meager wealth seemed utterly insignificant.

With 5000 coins, how confident was he to gamble them all away in one go?

No one dared to speak up, no one dared to ask.

They exchanged knowing glances, greed rising in their hearts, and they stared even more intently at the stakes that would allow them to make a fortune.

The sycophants were convinced that this was one of their own, while the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered grew a desire that should not belong to them.

Everyone had their own plans, and none of them expected He Feng to win this match.

Because He Feng now is undoubtedly not someone who is overconfident.

"Hey! Is this how you play? You can still pay the exit fee now." Qi Ruanxue pulled on He Feng's arm and whispered with all her might, "If you lose it all, handing over such a large sum of money to someone else could really kill me."

"Let's start!" He Feng nodded to the dealer, insisting on continuing the game.

"To reiterate, whoever reaches 21 first wins. If they exceed that, they lose immediately. Let's begin."

He Feng, as the dealer, revealed a Jack and placed it face down on top of the 3.

The gamblers who had been chatting happily just moments before all tacitly covered their cards tightly, afraid that others might see them even a glance. This was partly out of consideration for themselves, and partly out of a despicable desire to prevent others from profiting.

In the first round, no one made any mistakes, and everything went smoothly.

The atmosphere was like a giant python slithering across everyone's neck, making everyone's breathing heavy and labored. There was no carefree attitude of spending lavishly, only a timid reliance on Lady Luck to place all their hopes on her.

Everyone stared at each other, trying to discern a hint of willpower, fear, or excitement from their expressions.

The awkward eye contact when engrossed in watching will fade away with a smile, followed by a return to a seemingly calm panic, entrusting one's fate to God.

"Does anyone want to collect cards?" The dealer broke the silence.

"I want to draw a card!"

"I want one too!"

The result was that tables one through four drew their cards in unison, precisely keeping their points below 18. Table five didn't dare to be reckless and chose to stop. Table six got a King and immediately busted.

As expected, they weren't even bothering to act anymore. He Feng's heart tightened.

"Your turn. Do you want to draw a card?" the dealer asked He Feng, who was standing to the side.

"I want the cards drawn out of order," He Feng said, turning to the dealer.

"Sure, it depends on your luck." The dealer smiled broadly, after all, there were quite a few people who thought that changing the order in which the cards were drawn on the table would bring them good fortune.

He didn't seem to find it strange.

All he had to do was quietly assign the correct points to his own people, and cover up any information about their manipulation—a win-win situation.

"In that case," he said, reaching his right hand towards the deck of cards and fiddling with his fingernails before deftly drawing out two unremarkable cards.

One 3, one 5.

It appeared in He Feng's hand.

"I won," he said casually, revealing his cards: J533 for a total of 21 points.

Before the dealer could announce anything, He Feng grabbed all the chips, a total of 15000 silver chips, so many that no one else could hold them all.

At this moment, everyone, including the dealers, had their brows furrowed in worry.

Their eyes practically reflected the question: Aren't they one of yours?

Suddenly, the player who had been the first to fold abruptly sat up, staring at He Feng with a look of righteous indignation, as if all the money he had lost was due to He Feng's malice. He shouted out in a trembling voice, unable to contain his anger.

"Dealer, I...I need to check the cards!"