Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Upon hearing these words, He Feng, who was about to leave with his bulging snakeskin bag, paused and glanced back indifferently.

He was one of the pigs; he didn't bet much, just 1500 coins, but he had just been persuaded by others to bet it all, thus losing everything.

It's pitiful and pathetic that they were deceived without even realizing it.

He Feng's eyes held a mixture of sympathy and disdain, like a sharp knife pointed at the man.

He was rendered unable to speak, only able to babble incoherently.

"I suggest you take a look at the cards held by the other people in the seats first. Let's make a bet; I guess their cards will be more interesting."

He Feng glanced at the dealer who seemed to have lost his mind, slammed his winning hand onto the table with a loud "thud," and looked at the dealer with a chilling gaze.

"Take a look at the order of the cards in the deck, sir. That gentleman seems to have doubts about the fairness of our game."

"Let's see if the next card sequence is tailor-made for certain people, just take a look," He Feng said.

This question made the croupier swallow hard.

He wanted to give it a try, but the surrounding environment gradually became more lively, making him hesitant to speak recklessly.

The commotion caused by the situation instantly attracted a huge crowd, who surrounded the ordinary gambling table so tightly that it became the most eye-catching spot in the area.

"Yes, they just wanted to verify the legitimacy of the game. The dealer even asked you?"

"What goes around comes around. We're not short of money, just show us some respect!"

"Seeing how hesitant he is, I knew that the reason I always lose at gambling must be because someone is sabotaging me."

Suspicion, like a spark, was cleverly redirected from the conflict between the dealer and the players, and in an instant, it ignited into a raging fire that challenged public trust.

The best way to leverage the power of the masses is to base your stance on shared interests; in this way, people will naturally stand up for you.

"I need to check the cards, sir. Please let us check them. Everyone's very curious." He Feng glanced around, trying to make his voice as loud as possible in the noisy environment.

"Check license plate! Check license plate! Check license plate!"

"Give us an explanation. If you don't, it means you're up to something!"

"I trust this guy. No wonder I always seem to lose more than I win here. It's definitely not my fault; I'm incredibly lucky!"

The crowd grew increasingly agitated, their anger fueled by personal grudges, and even their initial skepticism escalated into a resonance that shook the entire fortress.

The dealer slowly turned his head, staring at He Feng with disbelief. Frustration and confusion gathered on his wrinkled face, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The probability of the house losing in this game is so low that it's impossible to estimate; a complete newbie can win big right from the start.

What the hell is this luck?

Even if you win, it's fine. Anyway, with their methods, it won't be difficult for them to set up another scheme and take it all back later.

But now things have spiraled out of control, and this chaotic situation, with everyone attacking him, is something he can't resolve on his own.

Emotions have been stirred up, and it will be difficult to end things without a good explanation.

This is a collapse of credibility, a major issue that he alone cannot decide.

In the past, they would arrange a corresponding commission for each customer, and the wins and losses would not be too extreme. In this way, they once made a lot of money.

They are fraudsters who use predetermined wins and losses to entice the wealthy on the icy sea, thus providing a bottom line for their gambling and ensuring a stable flow of funds so that their fortresses can withstand the high costs of underwater voyages.

He knew all too well the arrangement of the cards in his hand; once revealed, his cheating would be exposed on the spot.

This is the worst possible outcome.

"Just start driving, stop testing my patience, okay?"

"Hurry up, or I'm not playing here anymore. Playing in my own fortress is better than playing here."

"Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!"

The dealer looked helplessly at his colleagues hiding in the crowd, his hands hesitant, the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead revealing his anxiety. After closing his eyes and silently counting a few seconds, he suddenly lifted the lid.

The cards were laid out on the table, completely visible.

He Feng took the stack of cards and spread them out. The smooth surface of the cards appeared layered, and he began to consider the points in his hand.

Now, not only the dealers but also the shills hiding among the players all lowered their eyes, not daring to look up, quietly waiting for He Feng's final death sentence.

Time passed so slowly that they seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

At this moment, He Feng spoke up.

"Everyone, there's nothing wrong with the cards."

He displayed all the cards in public, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Upon closer inspection, the cards were so chaotic and disorganized that they were a complete mess, a terrible hand that would explode at the slightest touch.

"Sigh, this card is definitely fine."

"Look, at least a few people exploded the moment they drew their cards in order."

"I told you, the card games here are the cleanest on the entire Ice Sea. What are you all questioning?"

The situation took a complete 360-degree turn, and all doubts about the Qianjiao were swept away. After all, with the parties involved speaking out, the evidence couldn't be more compelling.

Although they were surprised that He Feng did not make things difficult for them, almost everyone could guess what was going on.

The other side is giving them a chance, not pushing them too far.

After leaving the noisy card table, He Feng suddenly had so many chips that he had to share some with the vagrant workers.

More than 15,000 of them would really crush a person.

But it was only a little over 300 gold chips. It was still a long way from being able to exchange them, but He Feng never wanted to take the chip exchange route.

It's neither reasonable nor possible.

That expansion blueprint is like a carrot tied to a donkey—it's just for show, not a legitimate reward.

He Feng already had the answer in his mind.

"I thought..." Qi Ruanxue, who had been pushed to some unknown place by the crowd, suddenly came over, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked quite smug.

"I told you this is the cleanest casino in the world! What were you doubting? You still gave in to irrefutable evidence!"

He Feng glanced at her with a surprised expression, then fell silent.

She deserves that kind of naiveté.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, I think you're fine the way you are. It's quite enjoyable to live without any worries, huh?"

"You've made so much money, are you still going to play? I think you're pretty good, want to play a couple more rounds?"

"I don't need it anymore; the opportunity I need has arrived."

Several crew members of the Submarine emerged from the bustling crowd to greet them. They wore sailor uniforms with blue and white stripes, unlike the crew of the Azure who were all wrapped in thick cotton coats. Their light clothing was quite out of place with the surrounding environment.