As the playing cards were dealt, the four women kneeling under the table started doing what they were supposed to do here.

The four women crawled under the table. From their perspective, they definitely couldn't see the cards on the table. Moreover, as long as the game was ongoing, they were forbidden to speak, which prevented them from passing messages and helping any player cheat.

This scene slightly relieved Mu Lingshan on the side. Although it was awkward, at least it didn't make her particularly embarrassed for the moment. She was puzzled because Chu Ge didn't use that Yan sister for anything but stepped on her back, treating her as a footstool.

The game on the table was still "Cheat," with a minimum bet of one thousand and no maximum limit.

A thousand-dollar minimum bet might not sound alarming in this VIP room, but given the speed of each round in Cheat and the absence of a cap, this was quite a large amount. Losing or winning millions wouldn't take too long.

Chu Ge maintained his lazy demeanor, seemingly indifferent to the outcome of the cards. He squinted slightly, as if enjoying himself immensely, while secretly observing every move of the other three men.

It's true he wasn't very concerned about money, but if anyone tried to take him for a fool, that would be a different story. He would make sure they paid the price.

After observing for a while, Chu Ge became increasingly certain that the expert sent by the casino to recoup money from him was Tan Qifeng. As for Zhang Youze and the other man, they seemed completely unaware.

Because Tan Qifeng's hands were slow, appearing clumsy like a beginner, or rather like someone with mild epilepsy, whose fingers trembled occasionally while drawing cards.

As they say, anything abnormal is a cause for concern. Would a novice in card skills dare to join such a gambling session?

The answer wasn't necessarily negative, but given this person's insidious cunning and his presence here, it was undoubtedly negative.

There's no doubt that Tan Qifeng's hands had issues!

However, this guy could keep his cool. So far, he hadn't made a move, clearly waiting for the right opportunity.

Under normal circumstances, if this guy wasn't in a rush, neither would Chu Ge be, but today was different. There was another big show to unfold, so Chu Ge decided to fan the flames in Tan Qifeng's heart, compelling him to reveal his true intentions.

As another hand finished, Chu Ge slightly pressed down on Zheng Yan with his foot, lazily saying, "Straighten your back for me. Can't even serve as a proper footstool? Do you have no backbone? Is it only when doing something else that you feel pleased?"

Zheng Yan looked up, offering Chu Ge a fawning smile, as utterly servile as could be.

As expected by Chu Ge, the moment he spoke, Tan Qifeng's face twitched, producing a forced grin. He said, "Master Qian, I've heard this woman is quite skilled. We've got a long game ahead; maybe better discuss it when you're tired?"

Despite Tan Qifeng's efforts to suppress his emotions, there was an unmistakable hint of jealousy in his tone. Chu Ge smirked wickedly, "Skilled? Heh, then I'd better give it a try."

Tan Qifeng's eyes twitched again, and his face turned pale with frustration.

"But you do have a point."

As Tan Qifeng was at a loss for what to do, Chu Ge stroked his chin, looking in agreement, saying something that allowed Tan Qifeng a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, just as Tan Qifeng began to relax, Chu Ge lowered his head to glance at Zheng Yan again. His lips curled into an even more mischievous smile, raising his chin and saying something even more stifling to Tan Qifeng.

"Heh... how about this? My shoes are a bit dusty. Why don't you polish my shoes? Let me see if your skills are really as legendary as they say and if you can help me shine them up thoroughly."

Feeling Tan Qifeng's frustration and his dilated pupils, Chu Ge reveled in his glee, a satisfaction greater than winning over ten million from roulette.

As they say, sometimes it takes one villain to curb another. Chu Ge had never been a saint, and his methods of torturing people were at his fingertips. Add his deep disdain for anyone stabbing their brother in the back, he had no qualms tormenting this despicable pair.

"Aren't you malicious? Heh... too bad for you. I've never claimed to be morally superior. I wouldn't have bothered bullying garbage like you. Alas, you messed with a woman connected to me."

Zheng Yan also hesitated, but for ten thousand dollars, remained silent and reached out towards Chu Ge's shoes.

"Who said to use your hands? Isn't your mouth renowned for its skills?"

Chu Ge snorted again, gently tapping Zheng Yan's face with the tip of his shoe. Although this action didn't hurt her, it was undoubtedly highly insulting.

Looking up at Chu Ge's mocking expression, Zheng Yan's face finally turned a bit unsightly. She really couldn't understand how she had provoked this man.

"Master Qian, let's just forget about this, okay? We're all here to have fun, there's no need to make things difficult for a woman like this, right?"

Even though Tan Qifeng couldn't see Zheng Yan's expression from his angle, he figured that she must be frozen in place, unable to hold back from speaking up for her.

"Bro, aren't you overstepping a bit? I think I'm having a great time, why do you keep interrupting me like this?"

Squinting, Chu Ge glanced at Tan Qifeng, knowingly snorted coldly through his nose, and swiftly stood up, turning to look at Mu Lingshan seated on the side.

"What a damn buzzkill, I'm not in the mood to play with you guys anymore. Xiaoxue, let's go."

Seeing Chu Ge about to leave, Tan Qifeng was instantly put in a tough spot. He hadn't forgotten the task that Yu Xiangrong had given him; if this "Master Qian" were to just leave like this, there'd be no way Tan Qifeng could avoid trouble, and Yu Xiangrong definitely wouldn't spare him.

Moreover, what he feared most wasn't Yu Xiangrong, but the real big boss behind Yu Xiangrong, Jinkai Villa, and the casino.

Thinking of the potential consequences, sweat immediately appeared on Tan Qifeng's forehead. He quickly stood up with a forced laugh, not even caring about how Chu Ge might deal with Zheng Yan anymore, and put on a face full of false smiles to apologize.

"No, no, no, Master Qian, please don't be mad. I was just speaking without thinking. It was my fault. Please don't take it seriously. We're all gathered here by fate, let's keep playing, hehe..."

Chu Ge turned to look at Tan Qifeng, raising his eyebrows with a cold smile, "You're not meddling anymore? I asked this woman to **** me, and you have no objections?"

Tan Qifeng hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, "Master Qian must be joking. Of course, I have no objections. It's a blessing for that woman to lick Master Qian's shoes."

Chu Ge laughed heartily, increasingly contemptuous of Tan Qifeng. If it were a man with any guts, how could he laugh so obsequiously at a time like this?

After laughing a few times, Chu Ge sat back down. He enjoyed seeing Tan Qifeng, who clearly wanted to kill him, but was helpless and had to grovel. This way of tormenting people is far more ruthless than giving Tan Qifeng a few slaps.

Chu Ge had no doubt that hearing Tan Qifeng say such things, Zheng Yan must be feeling very uncomfortable inside.

However, Chu Ge had no sympathy whatsoever. As the saying goes, this pair of despicable people deserved what they got; whatever happens to them is their own doing!

This time, Zheng Yan didn't say anything further. When the card game continued, she obediently knelt on the ground and used her mouth to clean Chu Ge's shoes. And during this process, Chu Ge wasn't going to make it easy for her.

Chu Ge intended to force Tan Qifeng to show his true colors. The things he said earlier were to provoke Tan Qifeng, to expose his weaknesses. Now, he constantly let out little sighs of enjoyment, leaned back slightly, squinted his eyes, looking thoroughly content, seemingly more distracted from the card game.

After a few more rounds of playing, Chu Ge felt the time was right. As he picked up his cards, his eyes suddenly lit up. He adjusted himself slightly in his seat as if he had drawn a fantastic hand.

Although he didn't make it too obvious, he had no doubt that since Tan Qifeng's attention was entirely on him, Tan Qifeng would notice this.

Playing cards was never just about luck. Of course, if your luck is through the roof and you draw great hands every time, winning would be inevitable. But the key is that no one can always be that lucky, and that's when skill comes into play.

Speaking of skills on the table, it's not just about card-playing skills; psychological manipulation is also an essential factor. The blend of truth and lies, reality and deception, all fall under the scope of skills.

As Chu Ge expected, Tan Qifeng took the bait this time, constantly following Chu Ge in raising the stakes, fully determined to go all-in.

Chu Ge smirked internally. While Tan Qifeng might be good at cheating or playing cards legitimately, his psychological endurance clearly wasn't as strong. Whether it was intentionally troubling Zheng Yan or saying things to provoke Tan Qifeng, in Chu Ge's view, these were just petty tricks. Yet Tan Qifeng fell for them.

Even though Tan Qifeng clearly tried to appear composed, some resentment leaked through his eyes and brows, noticeable even without a close look.

In just a few minutes, the stakes on the table had reached over two million.

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