777: Chapter 777: [Ghost Eye, Spiritual Hand] 777: Chapter 777: [Ghost Eye, Spiritual Hand] At this time, various wealthy elites had already taken their seats, with the Gambling King sitting in the central position.
There were no cumbersome ceremonies among the jianghu people; the Gambling King competition began directly.
According to the rules, the competition involved elimination matches within the gambling circle, with the ultimate winner challenging the Gambling King.
In a certain cabin on the cruise ship, there was a refined-looking young man with a computer set up in front of him.
The computer screen displayed the live scene of the Gambling King competition, remarkably clear.
“Is everything arranged?” the young man asked as he gently swirled the red wine in his tall glass, his thin and even slightly sensual lips parting slightly.
“Rest assured, Young Master Ye has taken care of it.
Tonight, the Gambling King is destined to lose!” The one responding to the young man was also a person of sharp wits.
“A generation’s Gambling King, once one of the Divine Land’s Four Dragons, tsk tsk, when a hero falls, why do I feel somewhat wistful?” the young man sighed deeply.
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned: “Young Master Ye is even aware of the Divine Land’s Four Dragons?
Such knowledge is something we can only admire!”
The young man’s lips curled into a faint smile: “It’s because none other than my father was once among the Four Dragons of Divine Land, but the Four Dragons have long been buried in obscurity.
In Capital City, many have never heard of them.
Even those who have, know only a little and are unaware of the rest.”
The middle-aged man’s admiration grew: “So it is, no wonder Young Master Ye was born with the aura of a king.”
The young man’s gaze scanned the computer screen, smiling, “Very good, the Nine Dragons Society has kept a low profile for so long, it’s time for a return.”
“Thank you, Young Master Ye, for giving us this opportunity.
I will cherish it!” Excitement was evident on the middle-aged man’s face, unable to be concealed.
“Li Tianyuan is a dangerous man, suppress him more, and if necessary, take action,” the young man’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent.
The middle-aged man nodded: “Understood, also Young Master Ye, Han Zhuchang has also arrived.”
“What?
She’s here too?” the young man asked in surprise.
“That’s right, she’s here.
However, she did not attend the Gambling King competition, probably for the same reasons as us,” the middle-aged man said.
A look of contemplation crossed the young man’s face, and he pursed his lips: “I don’t know what Han Zhuchang’s purpose is, we need to be cautious to prevent her from disrupting our plans.”
“Understood!”
…
The Gambling King competition had already started; with the forces of 14K’s Old Seventh, including the masters of gambling techniques, eight people in total, the competition was in full swing.
“It looks like Brother Li is determined to win this Gambling King competition, to actually dispatch two masters simultaneously!” the Gambling King Ximen Qian said to Li Qiuming beside him.
“Haha, the Gambling King truly has an insightful eye, recognizing the two young people at a glance,” Li Qiuming said with a laugh.
“Fang Xuan is known as ‘Ghost Eyes’ in the Singapore gambling world, and Zhong Yan possesses ‘Nimble Hands’ from Hong Kong,” Ximen Qian said indifferently, as if he had a perfect understanding of the two aces brought by Li Qiuming.
Li Qiuming glanced at Le Xunyuan standing behind Ximen Qian and said with a smile, “Speaking of young people, I’m afraid no one can compare to Gambling King’s own disciple, Le Xunyuan, right?”
“My disciple is foolish; his little tricks are fine for his own amusement but nowhere near grand enough for a distinguished gathering.
I’m afraid he’s made us the butt of jokes,” Ximen Qian said modestly.
“Haha, the Gambling King really is modest.
Who wouldn’t admire the Gambling King’s skill and grace?
How bad could his disciples possibly be?” Li Qiuming said with disbelief on his face.
Ximen Qian’s expression changed slightly as if he had thought of something, and a flicker of unnaturalness passed through his eyes.
The competition below was in full swing.
The most attention naturally went to the Ghost-Eye Fang Xuan and Spirit-Hand Zhong Yan, as mentioned by Ximen Qian.
Fang Xuan’s face was extremely ugly; his nose collapsed and eye sockets sunk deeply, but his eyes were bright and overflowing with sharpness, blazing as if they were emitting scorching breath—fitting for his title of Ghost Eyes.
However, Ye Chenfeng noticed his ears were exceptionally large, resembling two mini fans.
These facial features combined would ensure you wouldn’t give him a second glance.
As for Zhong Yan, she was quite attractive, with a lovely figure, but she wore a black robe with especially wide sleeves, from which protruded two beautiful hands.
Her palms were long, fair, and smooth; her fingers slender and delicate, giving the impression of graceful ease.
The other two tables could still hold their own for a while, but at the two tables with Ghost-Eye Fang Xuan and Spirit-Hand Zhong Yan, it was a complete domination.
If it weren’t for the two of them deliberately showing mercy, the matches would have probably ended long ago.
“What’s the story with these two?” Ye Chenfeng asked Guo Feng, who was beside him.
Guo Feng explained, “The woman is called Zhong Yan, nicknamed Spirit-Hand.
She’s the most formidable croupier in Hong Kong’s Daiwa Casino.
Legend has it, she has mastered exquisite gambling techniques and developed a pair of ‘spirit hands.’ With these spirit hands, she can control the dice to roll any number she wants with a hundred percent accuracy.
Anyone who steps up to her table at Daiwa Casino will absolutely lose everything.
Many have tried to crack the secret of Zhong Yan’s spirit hands, challenging her after learning a great amount of gambling techniques, but all have failed.”
“That impressive?
To roll any number she wishes?” Chu Qingxue was very curious.
“Yes, with a hundred percent probability,” Guo Feng said.
Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into an enigmatic smile, pointing to Fang Xuan, “And what about this one?”
“This man is from Singapore, rightfully called the Gambling King there, known as ‘Ghost-Eye.’ Don’t be fooled by his looks; his ghost eyes can see through the dice cup and grasp the numbers inside like the back of his hand!
Since his debut, he has never lost,” Guo Feng stated.
Ximen Leiting dismissed it with contempt, “No matter how impressive they are, they will meet their demise against the old man.
The old man’s true prowess has been accumulated over years, and these tricks and schemes stand no chance against him.”
“Master Ximen, please keep your voice down, so as not to disturb the contestants!” At that moment, a waiter came over and asked Ximen Leiting and the others to quiet down.
Ye Chenfeng looked up and saw that it had been Fang Xuan who had asked for silence.
“My apologies!” Ximen Leiting said with remorse.
Chu Qingxue noticed something peculiar about Ye Chenfeng, and couldn’t help but ask, “Have you found something?”
Ye Chenfeng only smiled and said nothing.
Chu Qingxue couldn’t help but pinch him on the soft flesh of his waist, causing Ye Chenfeng to grimace in pain.
Ximen Leiting and Guo Feng beside him exchanged a peculiar look.
Guo Feng whispered to Ximen Leiting, “Turns out all women are the same; I thought only your sister was like that.”
Ximen Leiting: “…”.
“Victory for Li Family’s Fang Xuan; victory for Li Family’s Zhong Yan… Take a short break, and then we’ll proceed with the second round,” the staff announced the results.
Then the second round began, with Fang Xuan and Zhong Yan each facing gambling experts invited by the Nine Dragons Society and the Kungfeng Society.
“These two young people really make me take notice—simply incredible!”
Ximen Qian watched the arena intently and finally expressed his admiration.