Chapter 2284: Gotham Music Festival (Part 32)

The crowd gradually gathered around. Almost every table had people with a bye, and they had all heard the name Bruce Wayne just now, so they were very interested in this gambling game.

Accompanied by the flickering lights in the venue, the VIP room abruptly changed location, appearing on the other side of the wall. This allowed them to see Bruce and Roman's gambling game directly from top to bottom, and they could all see the cards in both sides' hands.

Sitting at the far right of the first row of the VIP area was a man in a bright red suit, wearing a peach blossom jellyfish mask, who was lost in thought.

In the row behind him, the man wearing a Megalodon mask seemed unable to sit still. He said, "What kind of game is this? Have you played poker with similar rules?"

"It looks like a game they created themselves, but it's nothing more than another form of flipping flower cards, competing in the calculation of probability." The man wearing the peach blossom jellyfish mask said.

The person wearing the Megalodon mask seemed to want to ask more, but at this time, a row of waitresses wearing shell-shaped bikinis and various fighting fish masks walked in to serve drinks to the VIPs.

The man wearing the peach blossom jellyfish mask asked for a glass of champagne, but just as another waitress walked past him, he saw that the hair, well-wrapped in a black hairnet, was flashing with purple-red light.

He immediately reached out and touched the back of the waitress's hand. When the other party turned around, he casually wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her sit on his lap.

The lead waitress walked over, bowed, and said, "Sorry, sir, we do not provide such services here."

"I didn't intend to do anything." The man smiled and said, "Who told you to design the opening game so boringly? As compensation, let her sit here and accompany me for a while."

The lead waitress didn't say anything either, her eyes blinking under the mask, giving her companion a look, and turned to leave.

After they all left, the man hugged the waitress and walked toward the bathroom in the back. During this time, he said something that made the waitress giggle, and she followed him half-willingly.

Everyone present didn't express any objection to this. They knew that such occasions always had such situations, and no one needed to disturb anyone else having fun.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, the man ripped off the woman's mask. The woman didn't show weakness, grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and pressed him directly onto the sink.

The man looked up and saw Seeing Natasha's face in the mirror, while Seeing Natasha ripped off the man's mask—sure enough, Tony Stark, the evil version.

"Let go of me." Stark said irritably, "You messed up my clothes."

"When you touched my thigh, didn't you think about whether I would stir up your intestines?" Seeing Natasha twisted her hand, and Stark let out a scream.

Then she released Stark. Stark shook his hand vigorously and found that his wrist was already swollen. He had to rub his wrist and said, "You are so unprofessional. How do you want me to explain the injury I suffered?"

"Haven't you slept with a cover model as wild as me?" Seeing Natasha didn't show weakness and said, "Oh, how could I forget? If they knew you were Stark, we had better get out within three minutes, otherwise we will really be exposed."

Stark narrowed his eyes and stared at Seeing Natasha, saying, "The Black Widow I know doesn't talk as much as you."

"Three minutes is not enough to talk more."

Stark punched the sink and said, "One performance error, how much longer are you going to talk about it?!"

"Only once?"

"In our universe, there is only... can we talk about serious business?"

Seeing Natasha put one hand on her hip and the other on the counter, saying, "I don't think you have any serious business coming here. Were those yacht parties you held before for serious business?"

"This time is different." Stark snorted coldly and said, "There is a problem with this ship."

"What's the problem?"

"Tell me first what you are here for."

"Agents appear everywhere to carry out missions. Most missions are to investigate the situation and adapt to circumstances. This time is no exception."

"Be more specific. Such information can't be exchanged for professional intelligence."

Seeing Natasha suddenly pursed her lips. Stark stared at her. After a long while, Seeing Natasha sighed and said, "I've always been annoyed by people asking me this, because this wasn't my idea. Who knows where Nick gets so many genius ideas."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He discovered that this ship can evade all searches by the Coast Guard, the National Guard, and the military. He wants to know what's going on."

"And then?"

"And then use it to evade searches by the Coast Guard, the National Guard, and the military."

"What?"

"They have always been a big trouble for Nick." Seeing Natasha sighed deeply again and said, "Every time we transfer things to a safe house, we have to go through several rounds of questioning. The excuses have been used up. He hopes things can be simpler."

Stark covered his forehead, not knowing how to evaluate it, but he still said, "I'm afraid he will be disappointed this time. The problem lies with the ship itself."

"How did you find out?" Seeing Natasha asked.

"I was testing my new suit." Stark extended a hand, the back of which was flashing with silver light. He said, "A new type of suit that generates energy based on symbiote factor work. Lightweight, fast, and very powerful."

"After coming here, I didn't have a laboratory to use, so I wanted to test the power module first. To prevent causing panic, I went to test it at sea."

"You saw this ship?"

"Yes, but it wasn't just this ship."

"What did you see?"

"That depends on the intelligence fee you can pay me." Stark snapped his fingers and said, "Call Nick. It's time to talk about the price."

Seeing Natasha pressed her headset, but soon frowned. She looked up at Stark and said, "The signal here is blocked."

When Stark and Seeing Natasha returned to their seats, the gambling game below officially began.

Schiller took a puff of the inhaler. The rules swirled in his mind and were then broken down into some fragmented concepts.

The essence of this game is calculating probability. Ordinary people would think that the Believer should desperately stuff small cards to God, and God should bestow as many small cards as possible to the Believer. Whoever has more small cards in their hand, when it comes to the flipping stage, the probability of flipping small cards is higher, and the possibility of losing is also higher.

So it seems that God is almost guaranteed to win, because God can stuff up to 4 cards to the Believer in one round, while the Believer can only stuff up to 3. After ten rounds, the Believer will have 10 more cards than God. There are only 54 poker cards in total. With 10 more, the probability is much higher.

But probability is a very magical thing. Theory is theory, and reality is reality. 64 vs 44, the one with more cards seems to have a higher probability of drawing small cards, but in reality, it is very possible that the one with fewer small cards draws all the remaining small cards, or the one with more cards accurately draws a hand of big cards.

From this perspective, this is a game of pure luck. The key to winning is not what cards to sacrifice or bestow, but the luck of drawing 10 cards at the end. Simply put, it's gacha.

It doesn't matter if the card pool is polluted. If your hand is hot, you can still draw them. A streamlined card pool might also have a pity system. Plus, drawing a Joker wins directly, so it's very likely that someone will get lucky and win in one shot.

This is not a very difficult thing to discover, so the vast majority of people at the table, after investing 1~2 chips, started mechanical card sending.

Because it's not about winning by strategy anyway, just bet on luck. If you draw a Believer, you're unlucky. Just gamble on your luck at the end. If you lose, it's just bad luck, and there's nothing to say.

But two tables erupted in disagreement at the same time.

The woman opposite Oliver raised her hand and asked, "Must God accept the Believer's sacrifice? Must the Believer accept God's bestowal?"

Everyone stopped and looked at that table. The staff member tapped the bell lightly and said, "You can refuse to accept."

The whole room was in an uproar.

Immediately, someone wanted to return the cards they had just taken, but they were soon stopped by the staff. Some people cursed, saying they didn't explain the rules clearly, and some people threw their cards directly, and were soon dragged away by the staff.

And Bruce also asked a key question.

"What is a big card?"

As soon as this question came out, the whole room went quiet. Everyone instinctively thought, isn't it according to poker rules—Joker is greater than everything, letters are greater than numbers, and larger numbers are greater than smaller ones?

Then they suddenly thought again, if it's according to poker rules, are there also straights (consecutive numbers), three-of-a-kind (three identical numbers), and pairs (two identical numbers)?

The atmosphere in the venue became silent. Everyone was thinking, if this rule is added, how should this game be played?

Because 54 poker cards are naturally in pairs, straights and pairs are complete. If you want to send cards, you must break up your own cards.

Although the rule of being able to refuse to accept was just asked, the rules of sacrifice and bestowal were stated at the beginning. The Believer sends 3 cards, and God sends 1~4 cards. There is basically no possibility of avoidance.

"From this point of view, isn't God more advantageous?" The person wearing the Megalodon mask in the VIP area said, "God can send one card, which means he can break up fewer of his own cards, and at the same time wait for the Believer to send cards. Isn't the probability of forming a flower card higher?"

Stark looked back at him with the eyes of looking at an idiot and said, "Aren't there more useless small flower cards?"

This sentence not only burned the CPU of that one person, but many people in the VIP area also started to think.

Stark was almost helpless. He said, "Come on, flower cards are also divided into sizes. Isn't it common sense that a straight of JQK is bigger than 456? The Believer has sent all his small cards away, and God is holding a bunch of small card straights and not sending them out. When drawing cards, he will draw a hand of small flower cards."

"And the Believer has sent the small flower cards away, leaving only the biggest flower cards. The probability of drawing a big straight is high. Won't he be stable against God then?"

"Then God can also send 4 cards. Won't that pollute the Believer's cards in turn?"

"But the Believer can refuse to accept."

"Then God can also refuse to accept."

Listening to the argument in the back row, Stark sighed again and said, "When sacrificing and bestowing, the cards are face down. Refusing to accept can only be a blind choice. You don't know what cards the other party gave you. How do you make a choice?"

At this time, Bruce asked again, "Which flower card is the biggest?"

"Royal Flush."

"Texas Hold'em size rules?"

The staff member pressed the badge on his chest, and a series of flower cards appeared on the screen, from largest to smallest: Royal Flush, Straight Flush, Four of a Kind, Full House, Flush, Straight, Three of a Kind, Two Pair, One Pair, High Card.

And it was specified that in a set of 10 cards, the largest flower card that appears shall prevail, and repeated or lower flower cards will not be included in the comparison.

Bruce's mind instantly swept through the probabilities of all flower cards and understood the true way to play this game. ===== CHAPTER 2285 =====