Stark, who had lost painfully, got up and called Happy and the bodyguards to go to the monitoring room of Caesar's Palace. He wanted to see how he had lost.
Following the manager's lead, Stark walked into the monitoring room and saw the annoying William and the old guy Smith talking and laughing as they watched the surveillance video.
Hearing his men's report, Smith stood up and greeted Stark with a smile, while William looked at the curse of bad luck on Stark's head with a grin.
Releasing his mental strength to lift the curse of bad luck, William held out his hand and said, "Good morning, Mr. Stark."
Stark just nodded to Smith, ignoring William's outstretched hand, and said to Smith, "Mr. Smith, I want to see my surveillance video from last night."
Old Smith nodded with a smile and said without any unhappiness on his face, "Of course, Stark, this is your right."
"This way, please." Old Smith took Stark to the monitoring seat and first introduced the card table they had used yesterday, saying, "To be fair, the table you used last night was a special table for the poker tournament.
There's a camera on each player's seat, and the cards you've received in each round will be displayed here. To be fair, we've also installed cameras under your seats, chairs, and upper bodies. So, I guarantee that your games will be fair. "
After the introduction, Stark nodded. Old Smith had told him and William about this before the game started yesterday. There was also signal blocking equipment at the scene. Happy had also checked it with the bodyguards, and J.A.R.V.I.S. had also found a problem with the surveillance, so Stark had no doubts in this regard.
When Old Smith ordered his men to turn the video he and William were watching to the beginning, William and Old Smith didn't speak at this time. They had already watched it once before. When Stark came, the two were watching it again. Old Smith listened to his men's analysis and William's boasting.
After instructing two professional card players to explain the game to Stark, he sat on the side and quietly watched the game with Stark.
The more he watched, the darker Stark's face became. Luck really didn't seem to be on his side this time. Listening to the analysis of the professional card players in the hotel and looking at the statistics given by the hotel analysts, Stark understood that his loss this time wasn't unjustified.
75% of William's cards were bigger than his, and he had taken the big cards several times. When William's cards were also good, Stark's eyes, mouth, fingers, and even heels would make a lot of slight movements. Especially when his heels moved, the red pocket towel in Stark's suit jacket pocket would move.
In the video, William stared at his little movements with an expressionless face. In the beginning, William would follow him several times at random, but later he would fold. In order not to let Stark notice his weakness, William would deliberately let him succeed in stealing the chicken several times.
The most fatal thing was that when his cards were good, he would occasionally drink or eat snacks, touch his fingers, and stare at the public cards.
Once or twice, three or four times were nothing, but when the analysts edited all the videos of Stark stealing cards or trying to lure William, Stark's little movements became too obvious.
Looking at the video full of his weaknesses, Stark blushed. He was arrogant, but he wasn't a sore loser. He couldn't beat William with J.A.R.V.I.S., so Stark had nothing to complain about.
But when he thought that he had lost four billion dollars in four hours, his heart bled. He said with an unnatural expression, "Well, you're lucky this time. I hope we can play again next time."
Stark decided to go back and upgrade J.A.R.V.I.S., and input all the cards into the program for analysis, so that he could win again next time.
William smiled and shook his head at the stubborn Stark. Watching Stark's face slowly turn black, William said, "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. Stark, although you're one of the smartest people in the world, you can't beat me at cards."
Hearing William say that he was one of the smartest people in the world, although Stark felt that the word "one of" should be removed, he was still surprised that William, who was also a genius, praised him. Therefore, he quickly became vigilant.
Seeing that Stark's face was not so dark, William pointed to his head and said, "I can remember anything I want to pay attention to, and you know that I'm very good at archery. When we play cards, I can even notice your pupils move slightly, so no one can beat me the first time they play cards with me."
Before William could finish speaking, he heard Stark chuckle.
"You talk too much nonsense. I understand now that you can beat me has nothing to do with what you said.
You're luring me to play with you again. "Stark stared at William and said," It's enough to lure me with technology worth tens of billions of dollars once. Goodbye, no, let's not see each other again. "
Seeing that Stark was not fooled, William thought it was a pity, but he also understood that it was good enough to make Stark fall for it once.
However, William would not let Stark go like this. "Maybe we should find a place to have a drink and talk about the player. What do you think, Stark?"
"I don't have time. I don't care about that little thing now. I can design a better player than the one in your hand as long as I spend some time and energy." Stark looked at William and could not help but mock, "Some people can't drink. Do you want to watch us drink?"
"Sorry, you can drink at the age of 18 in England. My favorite is whiskey, and I just won 4 billion. The fine is really nothing, right, Mr. Stark?"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Old Smith hurriedly said, "Well, gentlemen, don't forget who we are. We are billionaires. Let's not talk about drinking. Let's go, Tony. We haven't seen each other for several years. Let's talk to this old guy. "
Seeing that Stark did not speak, Old Smith smiled and said, "I'll take you to my private wine cellar. I have a lot of old whiskey there, and it seems that there are some of the McAllen rare vintage."
Hearing that there was a McAllen rare vintage, Stark said expectantly, "Then let's go. It would be best if there was a 1962 vintage."
When he got out of the elevator and passed by downstairs, William suddenly saw two familiar faces. One was George, and the other was Peter, sitting at a table in the hall.
Seeing these two bastards, William couldn't help but wonder why these two guys were here. What was going to happen?
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