Chapter 1: Do You Admit Your Guilt? I Admit You’re a Fool!
This is a city of indulgence and wealth.
Luxury, gambling, rich people, poor people… it seems that everything in the world has been condensed into this small city, transforming it into a peculiar magical landscape.
Inside a casino in Casino City.
“This is a casino, huh…”
Wen Han couldn’t help but glance around at the dazzling decor, showing off her innocence of the world.
Zhou Bin smiled calmly, “What do you want to play?”
“I don’t know.” Wen Han pouted in distress, “Brother Zhou, why don’t you play a couple of rounds for me to see?”
“Of course!”
Zhou Bin confidently exchanged chips and elegantly placed bets at the table.
Wen Han sat silently beside him, waiting in silence as she observed the rules she didn’t understand.
“Big!” After a moment, seeing the results on the monitor and the dealer pushing chips towards Zhou Bin, she was taken aback, “Brother Zhou, you won?”
“Yep, this is the simplest bet on big or small.”
“Brother Zhou, you’re amazing!” Wen Han’s flattery made Zhou Bin feel elated, “God, Brother Zhou, you’re so impressive~”
“Not at all, just good luck.” Maintaining the remaining rationality, Zhou Bin couldn’t help but feel euphoric as he smiled and shook his head, “Let’s go again! This time it’s your turn!”
…
After thirteen consecutive rounds, with ten wins and three losses, Zhou Bin already exuded the aura of a gambling god.
Of course, all of this was inflated under Wen Han’s flattery.
Women can ignite a man’s competitive spirit, especially when it’s someone you like, a beautiful woman being playful.
“This is called Blackjack.” Sitting at a new table, Zhou Bin smiled.
Creak…
As soon as Wen Han sat down, she heard the chair next to her being pulled out.
She instinctively turned her head and saw Lin Wu Ju, dressed in a suit, sitting down slowly, with a polite smile towards strangers.
Oh?
She immediately understood something, snorted coldly, and pretended not to know as she looked at Zhou Bin, “Brother Zhou, you’re really impressive! I would definitely keep losing.”
Zhou Bin happily received the compliments and took the deck of cards.
The table quickly fell into silence, each player focused intently on their cards.
In Blackjack, the goal is to get a hand that comes closest to twenty-one without exceeding it; going over twenty-one means busting and losing immediately.
Zhou Bin fixedly stared at his 9 and 7; the number was a bit risky, but the probability of winning was minimal.
“Brother Zhou?” Wen Han’s concerned voice came from beside him.
Zhou Bin remained composed: “Hit me.”
A new card was in his hand, and after some long rubbing, its true nature was revealed: an 8.
Smack!
The total exceeded twenty-one, and Zhou Bin helplessly tossed his cards down.
At the same time, Lin Wu Ju, who had been silent, turned and smiled: “Stand.”
He revealed his three cards, totaling nineteen, winning that round.
“It’s okay, just a small setback!” Wen Han quickly comforted.
Zhou Bin didn’t take the loss to heart.
He merely glanced at Lin Wu Ju, who was sitting near Wen Han, and after a careful evaluation, he resumed playing.
…
Smack!
A hand of twenty was almost unbeatable, yet it was crushed by Lin Wu Ju’s twenty-one.
Smack!
Zhou Bin’s hand went bust, losing to Lin Wu Ju’s modest fourteen.
Smack!
Both players bust, and the dealer won all.
Smack!
Zhou Bin grinned as he obtained twenty-one, but to his surprise, Lin Wu Ju also revealed twenty-one—resulting in a tie.
If at first, he was calm, over the next two hours, Zhou Bin gradually lost control.
After such a long time, he had only won once, and his chips had already dwindled.
Wen Han beside him had long stopped talking, showing a disappointed and frustrated expression.
This further stimulated Zhou Bin, making him feel humiliated.
“Damn it!” He glanced at Lin Wu Ju, whose calm demeanor was met with mocking and disdainful looks from the latter.
Zhou Bin frowned, “Let’s go again!”
“Brother Zhou, maybe you should stop.” Wen Han advised with a hidden edge, “A loss is a loss; let’s just go.”
“It’s fine; I’ll just have one more round.”
A loss is a loss?
Having lost in front of a woman, seeing disappointment in Wen Han’s eyes made Zhou Bin feel utterly humiliated.
Especially with Lin Wu Ju looking decent, it gave him more caution and worry.
He immediately exchanged for more chips, and at that moment, Lin Wu Ju seemed to sense something and turned around: “Sir, are you targeting me?”
“No.” Remaining calm in front of women, Zhou Bin held his ground, “Aren’t we just here to have fun? You’re overthinking it.”
Lin Wu Ju coldly smiled and pushed all his chips onto the table.
Zhou Bin shook his head and, with determination, pushed all his chips forward as well.
“Wow!” Wen Han gasped in surprise but didn’t add any further comments.
After all, being overly extravagant would seem disingenuous; this stunned expression was something men found most appealing.
Indeed. Zhou Bin smiled without speaking, looking at the dealer: “Deal the cards.”
Smack! Smack!
He received his two cards, and Zhou Bin squinted as he carefully pushed them aside.
6 and 9, totaling 15.
Another risky number.
He hesitated and glanced at Lin Wu Ju, who casually waved his hand: “Stand.”
Stand? This guy seemed confident about his hand?
Rolling his eyes, Zhou Bin raised his hand: “Hit me.”
Another neat card landed in his hand.
He carefully scrutinized it.
“6?… Hahaha!”
With a quick motion, Zhou Bin flipped his card over.
“Twenty-one!”
He grinned at Lin Wu Ju, who gave a slight smile back: “You win.”
“Wow！！！！！” Wen Han suddenly became excited, waving her arms, once again speechless.
Zhou Bin felt a rush of confidence as he gazed at the mountains of chips, wearing a satisfied smile.
Lin Wu Ju coldly swept his gaze, stood up to leave.
Zhou Bin hurriedly looked up: “Sir, you’re leaving just as we’re getting into the game?”
His footsteps halted, Lin Wu Ju turned, silently staring.
After a moment, he glanced at Wen Han and sat back down: “Alright, let’s play a few more hands.”
“I’d be glad to join.”
Noticing that the other’s gaze was fixed on Wen Han, Zhou Bin felt a twinge of annoyance.
At this moment, he believed that only by decisively defeating his opponent could he regain his face!
After all, he had won quite a bit today; no matter how he played, he wouldn’t lose.
Zhou Bin snorted as he pushed a third of his chips into the middle: “Hit me.”
Lin Wu Ju calmly glanced over, coldly smirking as he took the new chips handed to him by the staff: “All in.”
That momentum immediately suppressed Zhou Bin.
Looking at Wen Han’s surprised and adoring gaze, Zhou Bin narrowed his eyes and pushed all his remaining chips forward: “All in.”
The tension between the two had drawn the attention of many other players.
The dealer glanced back and forth, then smiled faintly before dealing the cards to each.
“Brother Zhou, you must win!” Wen Han cheerfully encouraged, giving Zhou Bin a reason to show off.
Pushed to his limits by Wen Han’s encouragement, Zhou Bin began to lose his rationale after several hours of intense play.
He quickly grabbed his two cards, while Lin Wu Ju calmly flipped his cards over.
“Stand.” Lin Wu Ju suddenly spoke.
