For Shen Bing, there was absolutely no suspense in this gambling session.
Games involving dice might still have been somewhat difficult for him to control, but stud poker seemed practically tailor-made for him.
He had not used any special items from the Gate to the Immortal Realm.
With his eyesight and memory, he had already memorized the entire deck while the dealer was shuffling it.
Although the backs of all the cards looked identical, that was only when viewed on a macroscopic scale. Viewed microscopically, no two cards would ever be exactly alike.
In other words, once the deck had been shuffled, Shen Bing had already worked out which cards each player would receive. This was essentially gambling with cheats enabled.
And so the other three endured a gambling session they would never want to experience again: whenever Shen Bing stayed in a hand, he invariably won! That seemingly unbeatable luck still appeared to be with him.
In less than an hour, a faint sheen of sweat had appeared on the other three players' foreheads, while the spectators stared at Shen Bing with wide eyes.
They privately suspected that Shen Bing was cheating. After all, even if the Gambling God himself descended to earth, he could not possibly win every single time.
Yet no matter how often they watched him, they could not figure out how he was cheating.
The venue was theirs, the cards were theirs, and even the dealer was one of their own. How could he possibly cheat?
By this point, the three other players had lost nearly two hundred million between them. Mr. Toyota Zexi had lost the most, accounting for fifty percent of that total.
Of course, nothing like those television scenes where people lost their heads and started wagering shares or entire companies happened