Wang Han's 2, 3, 4, 5, and 7 were used to slightly outbid the dealer with the 7 of spades, turning 2.5 billion into 5 billion.
Seeing this result, the onlookers gasped. Anyone could see that Wang Han must have used some means, otherwise it would not have been possible. This was an undisguised provocation.
"Let's try a different game!" the manager said. "Mahjong."
“Mahjong, sure, three against one, I like it,” Wang Han said with a smile.
Soon, the manager brought in two more dealers. Together with himself and Wang Han, the four of them sat at a mahjong table, playing three against one. The three of them would cheat, and as long as one of them won, the 5 billion wouldn't have to be lost. They could also use the pretext of collecting debts to legitimately take Wang Han's life without damaging the casino's reputation.
"Kong, Kong, Kong, Kong, self-draw, win! Eighteen Arhats, 256 flips." Wang Han had just finished drawing the tiles when he made four Kongs in a row and finally won by self-draw, leaving them no chance to play. 256 flips, 5 billion in base, the three of them had 15 billion in total, and this was only after they had just finished drawing the tiles.
"It's a ghost!" Having personally played against Wang Han, the three discovered this strange phenomenon. They had clearly already formed their hand, but their seemingly sure-fire cards had changed, as if their appearance had suddenly vanished. Even their own seemingly invincible hands had become unrecognizable.
"What are you going to do next? But before you start, are you sure you can come up with that much money to pay out today? It's not that I don't trust you, I do trust the owner of the Royal Hotel, but this is 20 billion, no small amount. We need proof. Why don't you write me an IOU first!" Wang Han sneered at the manager. 20 billion, even the hotel and its staff couldn't possibly come up with that amount.
"Bring me paper and pen!" The manager said through gritted teeth, looking at Wang Han, determined to get rid of Wang Han and turn this debt into a bad debt.
"The Royal Hotel owes Mr. Wang Han a gambling debt of 20 billion. You have seven days to raise the money and hand it over to Mr. Wang Han." The manager quickly wrote down the debt on a piece of paper and stamped it with the Royal Hotel Casino's seal. In fact, he had already exceeded his authority, but he had already made up his mind to make Wang Han disappear from this world today no matter what, so it didn't matter. He was just putting on a show for those around him.
"Great!" Wang Han smiled as he accepted the IOU, then asked with a grin, "Since you have a boss supporting you, will you continue?"
"Continue." Upon hearing this, the manager glared at Wang Han and said, already determined to make Wang Han disappear from this world. Naturally, there was no need to pay him; Wang Han wouldn't be leaving the hotel today. However, there were many people present, all prominent figures, so it wasn't appropriate to take direct action—it would damage their reputation. Keeping Wang Han here, preventing him from running around with the IOU and making a scene known to everyone, would be ideal.
(The debt is no longer a big deal; reputation is what matters now.)
"I knew you'd say that!" Wang Han said with a smile, having already anticipated the manager's thoughts.
"Sigh!" Seeing this, most of the people around sighed. They knew that Wang Han was doomed. This was Wang Han's own doing. It was just that the casino couldn't do it in front of them. If they made a scene, the casino, and even the entire Royal Hotel, would lose its reputation.
Seeing Wang Han continue gambling, unaware that his days were numbered, the VIP gamblers gradually left. No one wanted to get involved in this mess or become an insider.
Little did they know that Wang Han dared to do this because he had the backing to back it up.
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