"Sorry, four Aces..." Snow calmly threw down his cards, then glanced at the three people sitting across from him, looking astonished, "Then, I won't be polite..."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the betting money in front of him.

"Hold on!" At that moment, a light shout was heard, and another hand... quickly covered the money.

The owner of that hand was none other than the skinny man with curly brown hair.

"What's wrong?" Snow looked at the other man with a faint smile. "Are you trying to go back on your bet?"

"What are you talking about?" Before the skinny man could speak, the burly man with the blue bandana interjected. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"No." Snow answered calmly.

He was telling the truth; he really didn't know who the guy was.

However, it was this very "ordinary" response that ignited an inexplicable fire in the other man's heart.

It must be said that this was also one of Snow's "talents"—every move he made exuded an invisible sense of superiority; a very ordinary, not particularly rude sentence, when spoken by him, had the potential to make people angry. And... the more insecure people were, the easier it was for him to provoke them.

"You're a very arrogant kid!" The man with the blue bandana lost his temper immediately. He grabbed Snow's collar and pulled him up to his feet.

"Hey, hey~ What are you doing? Bullying people, huh?" Feng Bujue reacted quickly, rushing over and shouting, "Do you think I'm dead?"

"Who do you think you are?" The man with the blue bandana retorted at Brother Jue with his booming voice.

Judging by their posture, it looked like they were about to start fighting.

Many pirates nearby also turned their heads, ready to watch the show.

Just then...

"Godfrey." The skinny man's slightly gloomy voice sounded again. "Let him go."

The man called "Godfrey" was undoubtedly the one with the blue bandana; after hearing this, he glared fiercely at the two players before finally letting go of Snow.

"Gentlemen..." After Godfrey sat down again, the skinny man continued, "Perhaps... we could sit down and talk."

As he said this, he winked, implying... please pay attention to your surroundings.

"Sure, let's sit." A second later, Feng Bujue responded first, subtly nudging Snow's arm.

The latter understood immediately, straightened his clothes, and silently sat down again.

"Humph..." After the two were seated, the skinny man snorted coldly, lowered his voice, and said, "I really didn't expect... to meet experts here today, and... two of them."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Bujue picked his nose and said nonchalantly, "Didn't I say at the beginning? I'm great at playing cards... Did you think that by complimenting us after losing, you could get away with not paying up?"

"Save it..." The skinny man replied in a deep voice, "As soon as you opened your mouth, I could tell that your accent was deliberately faked, and then I guessed... you were planning to play dumb to trap me." As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Snow. "I originally thought... you brought a so-called 'fellow villager' to use him as 'bait' to make it easier for you to act. But I didn't expect... you two are both 'hooks'."

"Enough nonsense." Now that things had come to this, Feng Bujue was too lazy to pretend; in the blink of an eye, he was like a different person, using a more threatening demeanor and a more gloomy tone than the other man to reply coldly, "That's the rule of the game... there's no turning back once the bow is drawn, and no taking back your money once the bet is made. Since you already knew we weren't 'easy targets', then either don't play with us, or accept your loss gracefully... admit that your skills are inferior." He paused for half a second, putting on a ferocious expression. "What are you doing now? Not only can you not win, but you also can't afford to lose?"

Brother Jue was also quite accomplished in "underworld slang." Although he didn't know how the system translated it, other than the skinny man, Hairy Brother and Godfrey were already stunned by him.

"Alright..." After a moment of silence, the skinny man finally spoke, "I admit defeat today..." He moved his hand, which hadn't moved for a long time, from the betting money. "You can take the money..."

Everyone knew that he was about to say "but."

"But..." The skinny man said, "You have to tell me, how did you cheat just now?"

As a professional gambler, the skinny man's words were equivalent to admitting defeat. Logically speaking, at this time, Brother Jue and his friend should give him a way out. As the saying goes... leave a line for others, so you can meet again in the future.

But...

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue, however, took advantage of the situation, using a lecturing tone and firing questions like bullets, "Do you know the rules? Who asks that? How did you even make it this far today?"

"Don't go too far!" This time, Hairy Brother couldn't help but speak up. "This is the famous Brother Suantou (Garlic), how dare you say he doesn't know the rules?"

"What garlic head, yam head, never heard of it." Feng Bujue rolled his eyes at the other man, and replied even more arrogantly, "Also... you, a 'commission agent', why are you butting in? Do you think people can't see those few cards you're hiding in your fur?"

"Enough!" Brother Suantou (Garlic) finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Since you're so arrogant, then I want to hear... who do you work for? Tell me your name and rank!"

His roar was a bit too loud... for a moment, everyone nearby turned their gazes over.

"Heh... you've really asked the right question..." More unexpectedly, two seconds later, a deep, rough voice sounded from the other side of the mast, picking up the conversation with these words.

Dong, dong, dong...

Accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, the speaker walked around the mast step by step, saying as he walked, "His name, even I have heard of it..."

At this moment, other than Snow, everyone already knew who the respondent who had yet to appear was.

"He is known as... Smiling, he watches the vast ocean, destroying thousands of troops, planning the universe, calculating cause and effect..."

After reciting the first two lines, Blackbeard's figure had already appeared beside the dumbfounded "Garlic Trio."

"...Without awareness, without fear, he treats life and death lightly, neither ghost nor god, he resembles a mad demon."

When Blackbeard finished reciting this entire poem, he was already standing in front of Brother Jue, face to face.

The two of them... were not in a hurry to communicate. After meeting, they simply looked at each other silently, smiling without saying a word.

But the pirates on the deck all had their hearts in their throats; despite looking fierce and menacing, at this moment, everyone was afraid to even breathe loudly.