Star Trace Gate

[Ding—The 32 to 16 promotion match is over. Players who have successfully advanced have a ten-minute break. Please follow the dealer to the waiting room to wait for the next opponent to be assigned. Eliminated players, please leave the competition area as soon as possible and return to the lobby.]

The cold reminder of the Star Gate rang in the ears of all the players, and the closed doors of the casinos opened one by one. Some people came out with excitement and refreshed bodies, while others were lost and looked dead.

The 32-to-16 qualifying round lasted about an hour. The process was brutal, some people lost limbs and became completely disabled, and some people never left their gambling rooms.

God knows what they went through...

"Fuck it, I'm so unlucky. I was winning all the time, but I lost in the last hand." A young man walked in the corridor leaving the venue, and cursed in frustration: "I should have played it safe. If I hadn't followed the last hand, I would have been able to get 16!"

"Stop nagging. No one is God. If I had known the outcome, I wouldn't have even come to this star gate."

"Who are you talking to? What's my business? What's it got to do with you?"

"Is it okay for me to be annoyed?"

"Then you die, stinky Shabi."

"Who are you scolding?!"

"I'll scold you!"

"Oh!"

The young man didn't say much and just went up and punched him.

"Gudong!"

The other party was not willing to give in either, and with a Tieling Dabiezi, he threw the other party to the ground.

The two gamblers, who had lost all their money, were extremely angry. After just a few words to each other, they started fighting in the corridor, and the fight was quite brutal.

Ren Ye quietly passed by and saw the two men being held down by a group of dealers and politely asked to leave the competition area.

He looked forward and saw a man without an arm, covered in blood, holding onto the wall. He walked and laughed while crying, "Hahaha, screw the god of changing fate. I was bullied for twenty days... I finally got to the table, haha, but I lost my arm... screw God! You never gave us the bottom rung a chance... You just pretended to be fair!"

Not far away, Old Man Yang, who had almost crushed his way through the first level, sighed with sympathy and felt a little sad when he saw this scene.

Gambling is really a matter of one step to heaven and one step to hell. He couldn't help but wonder, if it was him who needed to open the cards in the last hand, and he had three 3s in his hand, should he take a gamble and lose everything, or decisively fold?

Can I really resist?

Old Yang always thought of himself as a calm person, but when he asked himself this question, he struggled a lot and had no answer.

"Uncle, how is it?" Ren also came over and asked Old Yang with a smile: "Did you win or lose?"

"Haha, I'm so lucky." Old Yang grinned.

"Really? Congratulations."

"What about you?"

"Me? I... I am... lucky in misfortune." Ren Ye replied: "The process was very tragic."

This was not a lie. Ren was able to pass this level purely because he had 200,000 chips in his hand, which gave him a solid foundation. He had not gotten any big cards before, but his opponent was also average. In the end, he relied on stealing to barely win this round.

However, he did not have many chips accumulated, as his opponent had only more than 50,000 chips in total, which meant that he was crushed by Ren Ye and was eliminated.

In this case, he has to participate in another round. Otherwise, with only more than 250,000 chips in his hand, it is obviously not stable to enter the top 20.

As the two chatted, they were led to the waiting area by the dealer.

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The waiting area is quite large, covering more than 150 square meters. There is a bathroom, a massage chair, and a variety of cold dishes, drinks, fruits, etc. In short, it looks no different from the VIP lounge in a big casino.

When Ren Ye and Lao Yang came in, they saw Wang Dong and three high-powered players had already arrived. Obviously, they had also successfully won the first round of the promotion match.

The two sides looked at each other, neither of them provoked or talked nonsense. This stage was about brains, calculations, and luck. Cursing each other now would only make them look like idiots, which was meaningless.

After the two of them bent down and sat down, Lao Liu also walked in from outside. When he saw Ren Ye, he didn't say hello or give any hints, but just walked to the edge and sat down.

On the sofa not far away, after seeing Lao Liu, the smile on Wang Dong's elegant face froze and gradually became gloomy.

He actually advanced?!

This surprised Wang Dong greatly. An indescribable feeling of irritation suddenly surged in his heart: "He...he actually won? Where did the chips come from?"

Next to her, a female high-level player calmly held her chin up and replied, "I was just lucky. I wanted to give it a try with 30,000 yuan, and who knew I would win."

Wang Dong was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, he definitely has more than 30,000 chips."

"Ah?" The female high-level player looked puzzled when she heard this. "We can tell how many chips he has once we count them. He was robbed by us before, and his pockets are empty. After he disappeared... he only ran some missions in the last few days to fit our schedule, and some of them are not completed yet. At most, he has 30,000 chips. It's impossible for him to have more."

Wang Dong narrowed his eyes and stared at Lao Liu, thinking very quickly: "You didn't notice a detail."

"What?" asked another person.

"He was the last one to leave the gambling room." Wang Dong said simply, "With only 30,000 chips, can he gamble to the end? Can he gamble for such a long time? The stakes are increasing exponentially. Even if he won a few times before, he doesn't have the capital to gamble to the end! The stakes for the last hand are more than 50,000."

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

"I don't have any chips, and I haven't done many tasks, but I played the first game to the end." Wang Dong looked at Lao Liu and said lightly: "I suspect someone is helping him and giving him chips."

At the door, Old Liu saw Wang Dong staring at him and immediately revealed a sinister smile.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wang Dong indifferently withdrew his gaze, leaned back in the chair, and began to rest his eyes.

His expression was calm at the moment, but he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. He felt that in this fate-changing situation, the danger level of the one-eyed dragon seemed to exceed that of the little singer who killed Xiao Hai.

After a long while, Wang Dong suddenly said, "Xiao Meng, I beg you for a favor."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Meng asked.

"Use your tool that can select opponents to test the bottom line of the one-eyed man." Wang Dong closed his eyes and said, "It's considered helping me."

The female high-level player was puzzled: "Why are you so concerned about that one-eyed man? Xiao Hai and his dozen of friends haven't come back yet, so they must have been robbed. Even if we want to find out the truth, we have to find out the truth about the little singer."

Wang Dong said calmly: "The little singer is very strong, everyone knows this. But do you know how that one-eyed man turned over a new leaf? He is unknown... Do you understand?!"

The female high-level player was silent after hearing this.

"If I win the last round, I will give you 300,000 chips to buy things in the chip store." Wang Dong said softly, "If you go on by yourself, you may not be able to advance to the next round."