Given the man's intelligence, unless Ruan Qing conceded or blatantly threw the game, no matter how many times they played, the result wouldn't change.
Blatantly throwing the game even once was already risky; doing it again could be a matter of life or death for the man.
Not to mention cooperation—both parties would suffer if they tried.
Moreover, the man was just too dumb; cooperation probably wouldn't help.
As Ruan Qing passed by the man on his way back to Su Zhen and the maid boy's gambling area, his sleeve was tugged.
Ruan Qing turned to look at the man who had grabbed his sleeve.
"One more game."
The man's voice was very quiet, and he didn't dare look up at Ruan Qing, as if just grabbing his sleeve had taken all his courage.
It was just a gambling game, but the man seemed so honest and self-deprecating.
It was as if he knew he was stupid.
But knowing he was stupid and still wanting to gamble made him seem even stupider.
The man held onto Ruan Qing's sleeve, looked up at him, and in a low, pleading voice said, "Can we play one more game?"
"I still have a lot of gold coins."
As he spoke, the man took out all his gold coins and placed them on the gambling table.
There were at least ten thousand gold coins.
The other players' eyes widened, wishing they could accept on Ruan Qing's behalf.
After all, winning ten thousand gold coins in the Life and Death Casino usually required risking one's life, but gambling with this man was a guaranteed win.
There was no danger, not even suspense.
Ten thousand gold coins might be difficult for other players, but for Ruan Qing, it wasn't a big challenge.
He glanced at the gold coins on the table and then at the man's pleading eyes, and he sat back down in his chair.
Oh well, let him be a fool.
At least a fool was more obedient.
Seeing Ruan Qing sit back down, the man hurriedly and clumsily gathered the cards, then carefully handed them to Ruan Qing after shuffling them.
It seemed as if he was afraid of making the other person angry.
Clearly, he was the one giving out the gold coins, yet he was worried his opponent would get angry, even afraid the opponent would stop gambling with him.
The onlooking players fell silent, wondering why they never encountered such a kind (or foolish) opponent.
Was it just because they weren't as good-looking as the young man?
The players looked at the young man sitting across from the man.
Well, indeed, they weren't.
The young man's skin was porcelain white, with black hair falling by his forehead, making him appear even fairer under the light.
His beauty wasn't of an aggressive kind; it was gentle like a white magnolia under the moonlit night, cold and distant like an immortal, giving off an unattainable aura.
But because of his frail and delicate body, like fragile porcelain, it stirred a hint of dark desire in others.
The players had seen many beautiful people, and the system's store even sold items to make one more beautiful. The entire infinite horror game world was not short of beauties.
But no one had ever been as breathtakingly beautiful as the young man.
Moreover, he was not just a pretty face; he was like a flower growing amidst thorns, exuding a sense of gentle danger, making it risky to approach him.
Yet, his beauty was such that it compelled people to want to get closer, like moths chasing a flame, even at the cost of their lives.
Just sitting there, he captivated everyone's gaze.
It was as if even light stopped for him, submitting at his feet.
However, the players didn't dare to look too long; they were not even on par with the foolish man, let alone the two still playing inside.
Ruan Qing lowered his eyes to look at the cards the man handed over. Instead of taking the cards, he took them directly from the man's hand and started to shuffle.
Since he couldn't win by drawing lucky cards, he would use the man's method of playing to win.
Ruan Qing shuffled the cards quickly, glancing at them indifferently as he did so.
He arranged the cards in a way that would win using the man's method of playing.
Although Ruan Qing wasn't good at physical activities, he was very skilled at things like shuffling cards, doing it extremely fast.
So fast that the cards were almost a blur.
So even if others were looking, no one thought he was actually looking at his cards.
Ruan Qing quickly finished cutting the cards.
When distributing the cards, it wasn't a straightforward split into two; usually, each person took one card at a time.
This method greatly reduced the chances of cheating during the cut, and no one suspected him of cheating while cutting the cards.
After the two had their cards, the onlookers became excited when they saw Ruan Qing's cards.
They were bad.
Very bad.
This reverse inference indicated just how good the man's cards were.
Anyone else would definitely win with such a hand, but given the man's extremely poor skills, the players weren't sure if he could actually win.
The players and gamblers gathered behind the man, wanting to see how he played.
However, after just one glance, the players fell silent, feeling a bit of eye strain.
It was always uncomfortable to see how the man handled his cards.
Because the man used his left hand to hold the cards, it was as awkward as if a right-handed person were suddenly writing with their left hand.
His movements were very awkward and stiff.
Moreover, the cards were placed without any order, even pairs were scattered randomly.
It was a mess.
It took a few rounds before the man finally realized that pairs should be placed together.
However, they were still not arranged from smallest to largest or vice versa, remaining in a disorganized state.
He was obviously a beginner.
Fortunately, the man's cards were much better than Ruan Qing's, making his chances of winning very high.
The gamblers' eyes were filled with hopeful excitement, watching the man play with a mindset akin to that of a concerned father.
Ever since the young man started with Russian roulette, he hadn't lost a game, even the renowned Su Zhen had lost to him.
Twice, in fact.
If someone kept losing, it didn't stir much interest, but if someone kept winning, many people wanted to see them lose at least once.
No one could resist the thrill of bringing a high and mighty deity down from their pedestal.
The gamblers were watching very attentively, not noticing that a few more people had joined them.
But it was different for Ruan Qing. When those people appeared, his hand holding the cards instantly tightened, almost squeezing them to the point of breaking.
Even though Ruan Qing didn’t look up, he knew who these people were.
They were the players who had a bounty on him, as well as the player he had encountered in the previous instance.
Ruan Qing initially thought that running into Su Zhen was a coincidence, but now it was clear it wasn't.
His location had been exposed.
its okay su zhen will protect you
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