Chapter 1 Second Game of Triple Insanity

Black Butterfly, having obtained the rights to shuffle and arrange her cards, attempted to regroup and chase after points.

However, after about seven rounds, she experienced... "despair."

The "observation conclusions" that Feng Bujue had mentioned earlier, which he would explain to his opponent in the second game, began to take effect at this moment.

The information he had gained at the cost of ten rounds of scoring opportunities was this: "Black Butterfly's memory pattern."

Clearly, in a game like Triple Insanity, which demanded a very high level of memory ability, it was essential to adopt certain memory methods and techniques.

Feng Bujue, of course, was different. His memory ability had been tempered and refined, and coupled with his innate talent, he had clearly reached a level where he could handle various situations without deliberately applying patterns.

But... Black Butterfly was different. Even in the later stages of the game, when she applied a fixed memory method, she could only guarantee that she remembered 90% of the known cards, unable to achieve perfect memory. And in the early stages of the game, when there were still many cards on the table, her memory accuracy was only around 70%.

Feng Bujue had sacrificed all scoring opportunities in the first half of the first game precisely to discern the "method" she was using. He constantly flipped unknown cards to cooperate with her attacks, in order to deduce her memory pattern from every mistake she made, the order in which she flipped cards when scoring, the time interval between each card memorization, and other signs.

After ten rounds, he saw through Black Butterfly's method and immediately formulated a targeted interference strategy.

Of course, he did not activate this countermeasure in the first game; after all, it had already progressed to the eleventh round, and the number of unknown cards on the table had been greatly reduced. Using that countermeasure in such a situation would not have been very effective.

It could be said that Feng Bujue's mindset during the first game was to "complete the observation even if it meant losing the first game."

But in the end, he still won...

With this, in the second game, when he started to use the countermeasure targeting his opponent's memory method, the outcome became a foregone conclusion.

Even though Black Butterfly adopted an "orderly arrangement" method when arranging her cards to improve her memory efficiency, it could not prevent Brother Jue, who had already seen through her memory patterns, from interfering with her.

In the second game, Brother Jue would occasionally skip one or two positions on her step-by-step "card-flipping path" to flip a card, and he would not hesitate to score points.

The psychological burden brought about by the previous game's loss, the absolute pressure in spirit and momentum, the trash talk that popped out from time to time, and the disruptive card-flipping that was clearly targeting her memory patterns... these things quickly overwhelmed Black Butterfly.

After only ten rounds, Feng Bujue had already taken a huge lead over his opponent with a score of 45 to 12, and there were already two known "Avici Hell" cards on the table. In this situation, if Black Butterfly wanted to win, it would only be possible if "the opponent deliberately flipped three Hell cards to commit suicide" and "the opponent did not score in any of the subsequent rounds."

When this "opponent" was Feng Bujue, the above assumptions were undoubtedly impossible...

In the end, after some struggles and hesitation, Black Butterfly, whose thoughts and emotions had fallen into chaos, chose to surrender.

Although this meant that she had no chance of winning the final prize worth millions of dollars, she could at least take away the prize money she had won in the Guess the Number Duel. After disembarking, she might be able to find a way out of her predicament with this money.

"Hold on."

Just as Black Butterfly was about to leave the gambling table and return to her cabin to rest, suddenly... a man in a suit and sunglasses blocked her path.

"Is there anything else?" Black Butterfly replied weakly, "I'm very tired and want to go back to..."

"Madam," the man in the suit interrupted her and continued, "Our boss has announced... you have advanced and may stay for the next round."

When she heard the words "advanced," Black Butterfly was a little dazed. After a few seconds of reaction, she exclaimed in surprise, "What? Really?"

Before she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the second floor of the main hall. At the same moment, the organizer sitting there also raised his glass to her in a gesture.

This change of events made Black Butterfly overjoyed, as if she had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff. For a moment... she didn't know what to say.

"Also..." Immediately afterward, the man in the suit turned his face again and said coldly to Brother Jue, "This gentleman, your qualification has been revoked."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue was not too surprised when he heard this news. "What's the reason?"

"I don't know," the man in the suit replied truthfully. "You can ask our boss directly..." As he said that, he raised an arm and made a gesture of invitation towards the second floor, and said, "Please."

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Five minutes later.

On the first floor of the main hall, the Triple Insanity duel was still in progress.

However, the organizer and Feng Bujue had already left the cabin and come to a deck on the third floor of the cruise ship.

At this time, the sea breeze was gentle, and the night was deep.

Two men sat opposite each other at the ends of a small square table and began to talk.

"Could you adjust the light to the side? The lenses on my mask aren't sunglasses," Feng Bujue said unreservedly to one of the men in suits standing aside after he sat down.

"Heh..." The organizer smiled lightly when he heard this, and then gave a hand gesture to the man in the suit.

As soon as he saw his boss give the order, he quickly went over and turned a deck light a few meters away by a dozen degrees, darkening the light in this area.

"Do you have any other requests?" After a few seconds, the organizer spoke to Brother Jue.

"Yes, I want your prize," Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Heh... you're really direct," the organizer laughed. "However... the prize is prepared for my 'guests,' but you... don't seem to be on my invitation list."

"Oh... you finally found out?" Feng Bujue leaned back on the chair and replied lazily.

"Yes, it's not too difficult to check if I really want to. Who told you to arouse my curiosity?" The organizer said, then waved his fingers at Suit A beside him. The latter immediately handed over a paper file. "I don't know how you managed to add the name 'Jiang Daode' to my guest list, but I have to admit, your methods are very clever..." He threw the file directly onto the table. The first page was printed with Jiang Daode's photo. "First of all, according to the information, the situation of this person 'Jiang Daode' does meet my invitation conditions. It seems that... the game company he runs has recently been found to have problems with tax evasion and also involves some illegal drug experiments; secondly, my subordinates can't find any recent movements of this person Jiang Daode at all, it feels like he has become a missing person, but there are no related police reports in the public security department..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Heh... of course, these are not problems now, because..." He looked up at Brother Jue, "...you are not Jiang Daode."

"Well, I'm not." Now that things have come to this, Brother Jue doesn't need to deny it anymore; even if you don't look at the face, you can tell that the age doesn't match just by looking at the figure.

"Then..." The organizer's voice turned cold, "Can you take off your mask and let me see... who you really are?"

This sentence was obviously not a request, but a demand...

"Who I am..." Feng Bujue was also very cooperative. As he spoke, he raised his hands and began to untie the straps of his mask, "...does it matter?"

"Not necessarily..." The organizer replied, "But... purely out of curiosity, I also want to see what you look like."

"Then you might be disappointed..." As he said this, Feng Bujue had already taken off his mask.

However, he did not reveal his face, because... at this moment, his face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, the eye sockets of his eyes were filled with black eye shadow, and his mouth and cheeks... had a heavy, wide-open "smile" painted on them with bright red lipstick.

"You..." Even the organizer was stunned when he saw the face under the mask.

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue smiled, and the "smile" on his face became even more exaggerated and bizarre with his laughter, "Don't you like this kind of tune? Hehehe... Come on... smile with me... why... so... serious?"