"What's going on? Did Zhang Bin not win his bet?"

Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, Betty, all the villagers of Sanchahe Village, and nearly every viewer in China worriedly wondered the same thing. They had certainly been hoping for Zhang Bin to get off to a good start. They didn't want to see him lose, and they certainly didn't want to see him licking Changdao Sheng's shoes.

Zhang Bin's expression turned serious. He had truly given it his all, wracking his brain to make the calculation, but his estimate was still wrong. He had failed to win the bet. Only then did he realize that despite practicing his Gambling Skills for a month in the Virtual World, he was still far from mastering them; he hadn't reached the Grandmaster Realm. He had become a Grandmaster in calligraphy, painting, and music because he had practiced for over three months in the Virtual World, and he also had a natural talent for those arts.

In other words, the situation was dire. He had overestimated himself. His Gambling Skills were nowhere near the level of the world's current King of Gamblers.

Winning now would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

"Kid, you'd better lick my shoes nice and clean for me soon," Changdao Sheng said smugly as he walked up to Zhang Bin. He deliberately scuffed up his own shoes, making them filthy.

"Idiot, you think you've already won?" Zhang Bin looked at him with disdain.

All the Chinese viewers naturally saw Changdao Sheng's provocation. They were furious and felt utterly stifled. But with Zhang Bin failing to win in the first round, their confidence was shaken, and they didn't dare to curse out loud.

The game continued.

Soon, the ninth round was nearly complete. Everyone except for Zhang Bin had placed their bets for the round, and the results were in. The rankings had changed dramatically.

First place: Changdao Sheng, with winnings of 5,080,000 USD.

Second place: Francis, with winnings of 4,250,000 USD.

Third place: Ma Dan, with winnings of 3,890,000 USD.

...

Even the 29th-place player had won 200,000 USD.

How terrifying was the strength of these gambling experts?

The only person who hadn't won any money was Zhang Bin. He was ranked thirtieth, having lost 100,000 USD. He had actually won once but lost seven times. That was why his losses were only 100,000 USD; otherwise, he would have lost far more.

"That Chinese player is so lame. Is he really a gambling expert?"

"I think he's just a clown. Let's just wait to see him lick Changdao Sheng's shoes."

"Changdao Sheng is guaranteed to be first; there are only two rounds left. And that Chinese player, Zhang Bin, is definitely last. What a total disgrace."

"…"

Countless viewers were discussing the situation, most of them looking at Zhang Bin with contempt. Many Chinese viewers were so angry they almost spat blood; they were so disappointed they felt like smashing their televisions. Even the boastful Mother Zhang couldn't muster any bravado and fell silent, at a loss for words.

The eyes of every villager from Sanchahe Village were red. Like gamblers who had lost everything, they were desperately hoping for Zhang Bin to stage an incredible comeback.

Watching from the sidelines, Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue were beside themselves with frustration. They were pale as they whispered incredulously, "How did it come to this? How did it come to this?" In their minds, Zhang Bin was the man who had dominated the Island Nation Casino, winning money without even having to play. Why wasn't it working now?

"You two fools, this is the World King of Gamblers competition, where cheating is impossible. Winning depends entirely on experience and skill. Zhang Bin is young; even with talent, he lacks the experience to beat these kings of gambling. He has completely humiliated himself this time," Betty said, covering her face in frustration.

"Impossible, it's impossible. He has to be able to create a miracle," Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue murmured, but their words sounded especially weak. At this moment, even they couldn't bring themselves to believe that Zhang Bin still had a chance to win.

"Kid, are you ready to lick my shoes?" Changdao Sheng approached Zhang Bin again with a triumphant expression and a jeering smile.

"What a fool. Making a bet like that when he doesn't have the skill to back it up," the second-ranked Francis added with a look of disdain. The other contestants also began to snicker.

Zhang Bin's cold gaze swept over them as he strode to the roulette wheel. As soon as the Croupier released the little ball, he unhesitatingly pushed all nine hundred thousand dollars of his chips onto a single spot.

Everyone was completely stunned, especially the other contestants. Changdao Sheng scoffed, "Just as I thought. He's a second-rate gambler who can't handle the pressure, so he's going all-in. He'll lose everything in an instant and be eliminated."

"Trash like that would lose his life savings in a real casino."

"This is the stupidest gambler I've ever seen."

"…"

The other contestants chattered amongst themselves with scorn. For gambling experts like them, going all-in was a move reserved only for the final, desperate moment. Anything could happen at the gambling table. Once your chips were gone, you had no chance to win them back. In the world of gambling, going all-in was the ultimate taboo.

The American commentator was practically vibrating with excitement. He shouted, "My God, he's going all-in! I can't believe my eyes! That's not a move you'd ever see from a true gambling expert. Has he completely given up? Is he just getting ready to lick those shoes?"

"What is he doing? Brother Bin, have you lost your mind today?" Chen Chaoyue watched in disbelief.

Ma Rufei's face was ashen, and large beads of sweat dotted his forehead. It wasn't just the fear of Zhang Bin losing money; it was the severe consequences of his loss. He would have to lick another man's shoes, becoming a laughingstock, a disgrace that would follow him forever.

"My son will definitely win this bet. He's about to make a comeback!" Mother Zhang bluffed bravely once more, but her voice lacked its usual confidence. This time, the villagers didn't echo her support. They all felt Zhang Bin was doomed to lose; there was absolutely no chance of victory.

"Darling, I believe in you. This time, you will definitely win."

"Darling, you have to win."

Liu Ruolan and Xiao Fang were so nervous they could barely breathe.

Big Bad Egg, I know you're going to win this time, even if I don't know how. Liu Ruomei had witnessed too many of Zhang Bin's miracles, so she cheered for him silently and firmly. However, her tightly clasped hands betrayed her own intense nervousness.

On the television screen, the camera zoomed in on the roulette wheel. The little steel ball was spinning, its rotation gradually slowing. It seemed as if it would stop any second, but it was still a long way from the spot where Zhang Bin had placed his bet!

It's over, it's over! Zhang Bin missed! He's going to lose! What are we going to do?

All the villagers from Sanchahe Village turned deathly pale. Xiao Fang was on the verge of tears.

Oh no, Zhang Bin is done for this time. How could this happen? Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue nearly fainted.

"He's a disgrace to all of us Chinese! That bastard!" many viewers in China cried out in extreme disappointment, some beginning to curse loudly.

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