As soon as Mo Ling uttered these words, those present who had heard of Guo Shanhai's reputation were instantly startled.
Guo Shanhai, as the top expert in the city, was said to have never lost a match since his debut. Many establishments vied to have him as their resident expert.
"I didn't expect President Mo could actually invite such a figure. We truly underestimated her just now."
"Yes, once Master Guo makes a move, it will be a complete annihilation for President Song, who is clearly an amateur."
Listening to the discussions, Mo Ling's vanity was instantly satisfied.
She cast a triumphant glance at Ye Zhiwei and Song Qiao, a provocative smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
Ye Zhiwei's expression also became uneasy upon hearing Guo Shanhai's name. Even if she trusted Song Qiao, she doubted he could defeat the opponent.
At this moment, the calmest person in the entire venue was Song Qiao himself. He had been sitting on his chair with his eyes closed, resting, and hadn't even opened them for anything Mo Ling said.
"Sister, the person they invited seems quite capable. Will Brother-in-law really lose to him?"
Seeing the opponent's smug expression, Xia Xueqing's face showed concern.
"Who knows? Song Qiao has been too confident lately. Has he forgotten how he lost all his family fortune back then?"
Xia Yuqing stomped her foot in frustration, her face filled with helplessness.
About half an hour passed.
Guo Shanhai, surrounded by a crowd, walked up the mountain. With a swagger, he calmly approached Song Qiao.
"Kid, you're the one who wants to gamble with me?" His voice was somewhat effeminate, making him sound ill-intentioned as he asked.
"Hmph, since when did a mere gambler put on such a grand show?"
Song Qiao snorted coldly, glancing dismissively at the people following him, his face full of disdain.
"Presumptuous! How dare you speak to our master like that? I think you're seeking death!"
As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, a burly disciple behind Guo Shanhai immediately flew into a rage and lunged forward to teach Song Qiao a lesson.
"Wait."
Guo Shanhai calmly waved his hand, stopping his disciple. He then turned to Song Qiao and mocked,
"Kid, you're quite arrogant too, daring to gamble with me. Truly a fearless young calf."
Song Qiao chuckled, retorting, "Not at all, not at all. Although my skills are average, dealing with a few insignificant flies is as easy as pie."
"Hmph, you ignorant fool. I advise you to surrender immediately, or I will make you lose everything you have."
Guo Shanhai was no match for Song Qiao in a war of words. In just a few sentences, he was so angered that his face turned red.
"Let's settle this with our skills."
Seeing that his goal of provoking the opponent had been achieved, Song Qiao stopped bothering with useless talk.
"Hold on. We are both gambling on behalf of others. To add some excitement, how about we add a wager?"
Guo Shanhai said to Song Qiao after a moment of anger.
"What wager?"
Song Qiao asked calmly, without even raising his head.
"The loser, besides signing the contract, will leave their right hand behind."
Guo Shanhai said, a sinister smile flashing across his face.
As soon as he said this, the previously chattering crowd fell silent. Everyone gasped, inwardly astonished by Guo Shanhai's ruthlessness and confidence.
"Song Qiao, don't be impulsive."
Xia Yuqing's face turned pale upon hearing this.
"Alright, I, Song Qiao, will accompany you to the end."
Song Qiao smiled slightly and readily agreed.
He knew clearly that the opponent was playing mind games with him and therefore would not back down.
"Good, you have guts, kid. Then I'll start now."
Guo Shanhai, who hadn't expected Song Qiao to agree so readily, gave him a thumbs-up in admiration.
He then winked at Mo Ling, signaling her to deal the cards quickly.
The surrounding crowd, seeing this, cast looks of pity at Song Qiao. They couldn't understand what Song Qiao was thinking, daring to gamble his right hand for a woman he had no relation to.
Soon, Mo Ling dealt the cards to both sides, and the atmosphere in the air became even more tense.
"Heh heh, it's been a long time since I've experienced such an exciting feeling."
Guo Shanhai chuckled and, without any hesitation, revealed his two hole cards.
"Three Kings."
The crowd present exclaimed upon seeing this.
With these three cards revealed, Song Qiao had basically lost ninety-nine percent.
"Hahaha, kid, it seems I have good luck. Your right hand is likely beyond saving."
A hint of surprise flashed in Guo Shanhai's eyes, and then he laughed triumphantly.
"Quick, someone get me an axe. I'll personally chop off this kid's right hand later, to let him know the price of arrogance."
He said this while deliberately looking at Song Qiao, wanting to further pressure him psychologically and make him surrender voluntarily.
At this moment, Ye Zhiwei was completely stunned. She never imagined that her desire to have Song Qiao retrieve the contract would lead her benefactor to risk his right hand.
Xia Yuqing was even more desperate. She no longer cared about arguing with her husband and was already prepared to beg the other party to spare Song Qiao's right hand no matter what.
"Hmph, are you so sure you're going to win?"
Song Qiao remained calm and composed, as if the person about to lose wasn't him.
"Kid, stop bluffing. If you obediently kneel and beg for mercy now, I might consider letting you off."
"Do you know, for you to beat me, you'd need to get three Aces."
Mo Ling was so excited that she was about to cry out. The Master Guo she had invited for a million dollars was truly miraculous.
He had actually helped her win against the opponent so easily.
"Ye Zhiwei, what do you have to say now? Hurry up and sign the contract. It's your fault for being incompetent and finding a useless person to represent you."
Mo Ling said, taking out the contract from her briefcase and placing it in front of Ye Zhiwei, her expression already one of assured victory.
She absolutely did not believe that Song Qiao could turn the tables in such a situation by getting three Aces.
Before Ye Zhiwei could speak, Song Qiao gently waved his hand to stop her.
"Boss Mo, Master Guo, seeing as we've gambled together, I'll give you both a free piece of advice today."
"A bean bun not yet eaten will never be considered part of your ration."
"As long as my cards haven't been revealed, no matter how small the probability, you still have a chance to lose."
"Celebrating in the middle of the game is a cardinal sin in gambling."
Song Qiao smiled calmly, picking up the axe from the table and playing with it, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he spoke.