When Gold Face returned to the table, the referee had already tidied up the table and was ready to start the next round.
"Pfft … How boring." Gold Face picked up a pen and paper and said unhappily, "What do you mean by 'the realm of gambling'? Do you think we're filming a movie? Do you know the probability of encountering a straight flush or a four-of-a-kind situation when playing five-card stud in real life … "
"Cut the crap and write the answer. I've wasted enough time on a second-rate player like you." Feng Bujue did not intend to let Gold Face finish his sentence. Instead, he interrupted him in an almost rude tone.
Gold Face heard this and snorted. He finished writing his answer and handed it to the referee.
The referee took the answer and looked at it. Then, he confirmed it with the question maker as usual. Then, he signaled Feng Bujue to announce the turn.
"Oh … I see." However, Brother Jue did not announce the number of rounds immediately. Instead, he took his time to look at the judge and then at Gold Face. He used an ambiguous and strange tone to say, "So, these are the numbers … It does sound like a choice that you would make."
"What are you talking about?" Gold Face glared at Brother Jue and responded in an unfriendly tone, "What's with this' you already know the answer 'tone? Are you trying to say … "
"Seven turns." Feng Bujue interrupted him again. "I declare … Give me the answer in seven turns."
"Wh … What?" At this moment, Jin Mianchou, who had always maintained a calm demeanor, finally couldn't help but reveal the surprise in his heart. "You …"
But after a few seconds, when he recovered from the shock, he returned to normal and said in a low voice, "Ah … I understand." He laughed. "Ha … Haha … Is this the so-called 'the realm of gambling'? Hmph … Isn't this just a bluff? "Then, he slammed the table and pointed at Brother Jue." Seven turns? Do you think you're guessing a four-digit number that doesn't repeat itself? Or do you think I'll write something like 333333? "
"Oh … Since you are so confident …" Feng Bujue replied calmly, "How about a hundred thousand?"
"Hmm?" Gold Face Scowl was taken aback.
"If the starting bet is 100,000, as long as you can hold on until the eighth round before surrendering, you will definitely win, right?" Feng Bujue continued to speak in an almost indifferent tone, "Even if I bet all my chips in the eighth round, the penalty when you surrender is only about 20,000 RMB. Including the 7,000 RMB I gave you in the previous seven rounds, it's about 13,000 RMB. However, when we settle the bet in the 'gambling round,' you can take away 100,000 RMB from me in one go. In this way, when you're the guessing side in the second round, I, as the question maker, only have about 15,000 RMB. If I choose to run away again in the tenth round, then the high penalty caused by the lack of funds and the minimum bet of more than 1,000 RMB will further erode my funds."
What he said almost cleared Gold Face Scowl's account.
"The most important thing is …" Feng Bujue didn't forget to conclude, "Once the above hypothesis is true, regardless of whether I can be saved after the duel, at least you will be promoted to the next round. By then, not only will you have completed two rounds of duels and obtained immunity, but you will also have nearly 200,000 RMB of funds. In this way, you will have a huge advantage in all the subsequent 'challenge rounds.'"
On the other side, Gold Face Scowl was quickly analyzing the situation while listening to Brother Jue. The conclusion he came to was the same as Brother Jue's.
"This guy … Is he crazy?" Gold Face Scowl thought to himself. "Why is he telling me this? Playing hard to get? Retreating in order to advance? No … he was digging his own grave … Although his words made others feel that there was some kind of trap hidden in this situation, but … but! It's impossible to deduce the answer in seven rounds! "
"I'll bet! 100,000 RMB! " A few seconds later, just as the betting time was about to run out, Gold Face Scowl pressed the switch on the timer and used his ear-piercing, high-pitched voice to call out to the referee.
"Ha … Ha ha ha ha …" Feng Bujue laughed then, and the laughter was not just 'unsettling'; it was chilling to the point where one could not help but shiver.
Gold Face Scowl didn't know why … Before the opponent's unreasonable duel, he should have been the one with the absolute advantage, but he felt a little scared. He had a feeling that the man under the crow mask had some kind of "plan."
The next second, Brother Jue stopped laughing and asked Gold Face Scowl in a teasing tone, "Were you thinking that … it's impossible to deduce the answer in seven rounds?"
Jin Mianchou, on the other hand, was so shocked by this sentence that his body trembled …
"You …" He almost said, "How did you know?" but in the end, he stopped himself.
"Indeed, in the field of 'calculation', this is basically impossible," Feng Bujue continued, "but … in the world of gambling, it's a different story."
"Ha! Stop bluffing! " Gold Face Scowl was not to be outdone. "No matter how much you bluff, after three … No … After two rounds, your true colors will be revealed!"
"Revealed my true colors?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words and laughed. "Ha … Okay, I hope you don't wet your pants when you see my true colors." At this point, he looked serious and reported, "In the first round, I'll bet 1021 USD. (According to the rounding principle, the minimum bet for Feng Bujue, who currently has 102072 USD, is the same as when he had 102112 USD at the beginning of the last duel.)"
"I'll follow …" Gold Face Scowl thought for a second and said.
Feng Bujue did not even think about it. He picked up a piece of paper and wrote down a set of numbers — 135899.
When this piece of paper was pushed in front of Gold Face Scowl, the latter's body stiffened and the hand holding the pen … began to tremble.
'What's going on? What's going on?! ' At the same time, he was screaming in his mind. His mind was suddenly buzzing and his thoughts were in a mess. 'This is impossible … How did he guess 1A and 5B in the first round?!'
Gold Face Scowl naturally did not immediately give a response to this set of numbers …
He suddenly raised his head and looked at his opponent.
However, all he saw was nothing more than a mask …
'Cheating! He must have cheated … But … How did he do it? ' Gold Face Scowl's gaze lingered on Brother Jue's mask for a few seconds. Then, he turned to the referee and thought to himself, 'The referee didn't say anything, and I didn't see anything strange. But this guy guessed this in the first round. This is absolutely illogical … Could it be …' With this thought, the expression under the mask suddenly changed. '… The referee is with him?'
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