Chapter 480: 476. Dare Not Gamble Anymore (Please subscribe, monthly tickets!)

"I'll match the ten million." Wang Chen matched it without even lifting his head.

The remaining two people didn't say anything either and matched it directly.

After just one round, the money on the table had already reached eighty million; many people on the sidelines were somewhat shocked—it was truly terrifying.

Zhang Ran still didn't look at his cards, but this time he raised by ten million, bringing it to twenty million.

Another round passed, and the money on the table had already reached as high as one hundred and sixty million; this was merely the beginning.

At this moment, everyone finally witnessed what it meant to treat money as if it weren't money; here, this stuff was like waste paper, tossed casually onto the table by these four people.

In the third round, Zhang Ran still didn't look at his cards and doubled it again, bringing it to forty million. Looking at his demeanor, it seemed that if these people kept matching him, he intended to decide the outcome in a single hand.

His demeanor made the people on the sidelines feel a toothache; damn it, was he in too much of a rush?

Wang Chen looked at Zhang Ran and, in the end, matched it as well.

Qiu Qianyang said with a smile, "Is Mr. Zhang always this generous?"

"Cut the crap. If you're not matching, fold," Zhang Ran said flatly.

Qiu Qianyang didn't mind Zhang Ran's attitude. This time, he didn't match; instead, he began to look at his cards.

There is one disadvantage to playing with people who know gambling techniques: these people look at their cards extremely slowly. At any rate, in Zhang Ran's view, it was too slow.

It took Qiu Qianyang over a minute to finish looking at his three cards.

After looking at his cards, Qiu Qianyang didn't hesitate at all and threw his cards away directly; he wasn't matching.

Mu Jinyuan thought for a moment, then looked at his cards as well; his eyes flickered, and he folded too.

Now it was Zhang Ran and Wang Chen's turn. Zhang Ran didn't hesitate either; he threw his cards away without even looking at them.

The final winner, Wang Chen, was somewhat speechless. Zhang Ran was being too obvious; you don't play like that.

Regardless of what Zhang Ran's cards were, it was equivalent to him gifting eighty million to Wang Chen.

However, Wang Chen also understood that this eighty million from Zhang Ran was a token of gratitude for this time, and it wouldn't be like this going forward.

"Then I shall shamelessly accept it," Wang Chen said with a faint smile.

The first hand seemed to end in such a hasty manner.

The second hand began quickly as well. Dealing, betting—it was Wang Chen's turn to speak first, but he wasn't as bold as Zhang Ran; he started with five million.

Zhang Ran didn't raise this time, but likewise, he didn't look at his cards.

This time, there were more rounds, lasting until the fifth round, with the money on the table barely reaching one hundred million.

This was, of course, just Zhang Ran's thought, as he wanted a quick resolution.

If the others knew Zhang Ran had such a thought, they would probably vomit blood—"barely" one hundred million?

Wang Chen was the first to leave this hand. He looked at his cards; it seemed that at the beginning, neither of these two gambling experts had any intention of bluffing.

Zhang Ran still didn't look at his cards and continued to match.

Qiu Qianyang didn't look at his cards, but Mu Jinyuan took a look, then continued to match without changing his expression.

When the money on the table reached two hundred million, Qiu Qianyang narrowed his eyes, looked at his cards, and then threw them away.

In the end, only Zhang Ran and Mu Jinyuan remained.

Zhang Ran still didn't look at his cards; he seemed to have made up his mind to not look at his cards for the entire day.

Mu Jinyuan was not a seasoned casino veteran after all, and he quickly chose to end this gambling session and revealed his cards.

Zhang Ran didn't have the slightest hesitation and flipped his cards directly, without any of that nervousness before a reveal.

However, once the cards were flipped, some people couldn't help but laugh: 4, 8, 9, and mixed suits at that—it was terrifyingly small.

Mu Jinyuan also chuckled and revealed his own cards: a pair of Kings.

"Zhang Ran, if you play like this, your five billion might not be enough," Mu Jinyuan said with a smile.

Zhang Ran said faintly, "If it's not enough, I have more. Do you have an appetite that big? Don't end up earning the money only to have no one left to help you spend it."

A flash of malice appeared in Mu Jinyuan's eyes, and he snorted coldly without saying another word.

Zhang Ran sneered and couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. Now he was blaming him?

If it weren't for that incident back then, could he, Mu Jinyuan, have been trusted by Zhang Ran to manage Galaxy Capital?

Starting from the third hand, the two Gambling Kings, Qiu Qianyang and Wang Chen, began to display their true strength; it seemed the first two hands were just for fun, to liven things up.

The chips in front of Zhang Ran and Mu Jinyuan were constantly decreasing, especially Zhang Ran's, which were decreasing more.

In about an hour, nearly two billion had been lost.

However, Zhang Ran remained calm, as if this amount of money meant nothing at all.

Mu Jinyuan wasn't anxious either; he had only lost about seven hundred million, and as long as Zhang Ran lost, he would be considered a winner.

Moreover, if Qiu Qianyang ended up being the biggest winner, he would provide some compensation privately; this was a matter of mutual understanding.

Zhang Siyan and Qian Li had arrived long ago. Watching the chips in front of Zhang Ran constantly dwindle, Qian Li's eyes were filled with anxiety and guilt.

She wanted to call for a stop, but at this moment, there was no place for a little girl like her to speak.

Qian Li also understood that if it weren't for Zhang Ran, no one present would likely look at her with a straight face.

And among them, Wen Jing and Fan Hong were even more anxious; they were the ones who least wanted Zhang Ran to lose.

Once Zhang Ran lost his head, they would be in danger, but for now, they could only pray in secret.

Zhang Ran seemed to notice the gaze of Qian Li and the others and turned his head to look over.

"Xiao Li, come help me play a couple of hands; I'm going to the restroom," Zhang Ran suddenly said.

Qian Li was stunned for a moment, and not just her—the others were the same.

Zhang Ran saw her frozen in place and said, "Don't just stand there. It's fine, just treat it as playing for fun."

Qian Li wanted to refuse, but seeing Zhang Ran's eyes, she eventually sat down, trembling with fear.

And Zhang Ran really did go to the restroom, looking completely unconcerned, having handed the three billion directly to Qian Li.

At this moment, Qian Li was truly filled with immense regret, especially the moment she picked up the chips to place them down.

Zhang Ran seemed to be gone for an especially long time this time, about ten minutes; how could a little brat like Qian Li possibly be a match for these people?

Even though she had been extremely cautious, she still lost over four hundred million in these ten minutes.

At this moment, Qian Li was thinking that she would never touch this gambling stuff ever again; it was truly too terrifying.

When Zhang Ran returned, Qian Li's entire complexion had turned pale.

Zhang Ran stood behind her, seeing that he had also achieved his goal, and believed that from now on, Qian Li should not touch these things again.

"Get up, remember what happened today, and don't touch these things next time; these aren't good things," Zhang Ran said calmly.

"Zhang Shu, I understand, I'm sorry," Qian Li said in a low voice; the psychological pressure brought upon her in just ten minutes was too great.