When a person is so confident that they have absolute control over something, it is often the beginning of their mistakes.
Because in this world, there is no such thing as absolute!
Even with the most stable and highest success rate, there is still a possibility of failure.
Therefore, never hold such a mindset, or you will suffer greatly sooner or later!
The calculating white-haired man, driven by his rage and frustration, probably couldn't guess or see where the turning point was that led to his seemingly sure-win hand suddenly turning into a loss.
Of course, many spectators focusing on Table 1 probably also couldn't understand how I managed to swap our hole cards right under their noses.
This was Uncle Tuo's trump card, which he used to fight five opponents simultaneously without falling behind in the Thousand King Tournament. Please forgive me for not being able to explain too much, but I will say one thing.
Except for games like Texas Hold'em, where cheating is difficult, in any international poker tournament, no player is allowed to have anything in front of them, and touching chips is strictly prohibited.
In other words, no matter what a player wants to do, they cannot act directly but must first seek permission from the referee.
Whether it's smoking, drinking water, or attending to bodily needs...
All such matters unrelated to the competition require prior permission from the referee, and only after receiving verbal consent can the player act.
As for betting, whether it's calling, raising, or going all-in, it only needs to be stated, and someone nearby will be responsible for executing it.
These subtle changes are designed to prevent players from exploiting any available factors to commit acts of cheating.
The professions of a cheat and a magician actually have quite a few commonalities.
For example, neither fears or is afraid to perform in front of others.
As long as there is a platform and room for operation, showing off is inevitable.
For me, although the room for maneuver in the Thousand King Tournament is extremely limited, as long as there is even a sliver of space, I will dare to make a move.
So, why don't you guess which factor I used to accomplish the card-swapping cheat...
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Seeing that both of us had revealed our cards, and after carefully comparing the ranks of the individual cards in both hands, Gu Jingjing announced on the spot that I had won this round with a pair of 10s formed by my hole cards and face-up cards.
The moment the dust settled, the cigar-smoking man, who had folded his cards, immediately became furious and pointed at the white-haired man, cursing him for having led him astray.
Still immersed in the state of his hole cards being swapped without his knowledge, the white-haired man ignored the cigar-smoking man's curses.
Seeing this, the distraught cigar-smoking man suddenly lost his temper, swept his cigarette case, phone, and chips onto the ground, and then stomped on them fiercely.
In an instant, the cigarette case and phone were crushed into pieces.
As if still not appeased, the cigar-smoking man then turned his attention to Gu Jingjing and yelled angrily, "You damn bitch, why the hell did you deal me a pair of Aces!?"
At this moment, players at nearby tables, except for Table 1, noticed the commotion and turned their gaze over.
The entire venue fell silent, with everyone watching the cigar-smoking man with a look of schadenfreude.
After about four or five seconds.
Referee Gu Jingjing, suppressing her anger, looked at the cigar-smoking man and said through gritted teeth, "According to the rules of this tournament, any player who questions and insults the referee without cause will be disqualified!"
"Someone, escort him out!!!"
Upon hearing this, the cigar-smoking man laughed in anger and said, "Heh heh~ Women are only fierce when they're screaming in bed!"
"Before the match started, what kind of bullshit were you spouting?"
"Now that the match has begun, where is your skill? Where is your eyesight?"
"It's clearly a rigged game, yet you didn't see anything!"
"With a referee like you, the Thousand King Tournament is a joke!"
"No need to call anyone, I'll leave myself!"
The moment he finished speaking, the cigar-smoking man stood up from his seat and walked away without looking back.
As he turned to leave, the cigar-smoking man gave me a heavy snort.
It seemed that this guy, unwilling to accept his loss, had secretly held a grudge against me.
People like the cigar-smoking man, who can't afford to lose, are common at the gambling table.
In the mainland, such people are often found in games of Golden Flower.
They get a mediocre hand, play a few rounds with the two players outside, and because the opponent is unwilling to play, or they themselves feel there's no hope and are reluctant to go all-in, they self-righteously fold.
Later, when the cards are revealed and the winner is determined, they see that the winner's hand is even smaller than theirs, and they immediately lose their temper.
As the saying goes: "Card etiquette is a reflection of character."
With such poor card etiquette, one can imagine how bad the cigar-smoking man's character is in real life.
As I watched the cigar-smoking man leave, I kept calculating in my mind: I don't offend others unless they offend me, but if they offend me, then...
As he walked out the main door, the indignant cigar-smoking man suddenly picked up a potted plant placed at the entrance and smashed it onto the ground.
BANG!!!
The potted plant burst open, and fragments scattered all over the floor.
Seeing this, Gu Jingjing immediately pressed the microphone near her right collar and said coldly, "It's one thing to not accept defeat, but you dare to cause trouble at the Grand Lisboa. Hurry up and send some people to bring him back!!!"
As soon as the order was given, several bodyguards in black shirts strode forward and rushed out the door.
Now it's handled, no need for me to intervene!
After a brief interruption, the competition continued.
Because of the few minutes delayed by the cigar-smoking man's incident, the organizing committee of the competition unanimously decided to extend the match time by five minutes.
An extension of five minutes meant an extra round of play.
For other tables, these five minutes might be crucial.
But for Table 1, it was completely unnecessary.
Because, in the previous round, besides the white-haired man being eliminated after losing all his chips, the cigar-smoking man was also eliminated for allegedly insulting the referee.
At Table 1, my opponents were now only the young man dressed in trendy hip-hop style and the OL woman in uniform.
And their combined chips were less than the remainder of my chips after subtracting ten million.
Therefore, losing all their chips and being eliminated was only a matter of time.
About twenty minutes later.
As the final buzzer sounded, except for the cigar-smoking man, I ultimately eliminated all my opponents single-handedly.
With the highest number of chips at the small table and ranking seventh overall, I successfully advanced to the finals tomorrow night.
I checked the list of finalists on the big screen. He Chenguang was competing for the last remaining spot with three other players of the same rank, placing eighth overall in chips.
If he doesn't secure the last spot, my goal for tomorrow night will be clear: compete for the championship against Yu Shuang!
If he manages to catch the last train, then...