Chapter 1087 The Field of Gambling (Part 1)

When Jinmianchou returned to the table, the referee had already cleaned up the table and was ready to start the next round. ±

"Tsk... so boring." Jinmianchou picked up a piece of paper and a pen and read unhappily, "What do you mean by 'gambling field'? Do you think this is a movie? You know how likely it is that when you play poker and both sides have straight flushes or fours, you will get a straight flush or four of a kind in real life..."

"Stop talking nonsense and write down your answers quickly. I have wasted enough time on a second-rate person like you." Feng Bujue didn't intend to listen to Jinmianchou finish his words, but interrupted him directly in an almost arrogant tone.

Jinmianchou snorted coldly, wrote down his answer, and handed it to the referee.

The referee took the answer and took a look at it, then confirmed it with the questioner as usual, and then signaled Feng Bujue to make a round declaration.

"Oh... I see." However, Jue Ge did not report the number of rounds immediately, but looked at the referee slowly, then looked at Jin Mian Chou, and said in an ambiguous and strange tone, "It's these numbers... It really sounds like the choice you would make."

"What are you talking about?" Jin Mian Chou also glared at Jue Ge and responded unkindly, "What is this tone as if you 'already know the answer'? Do you want to say..."

"Seven rounds." Feng Bujue interrupted him rudely again, "I declare... to give the answer within seven rounds."

"What... what?" At this moment, Jin Mian Chou, who had always maintained a calm attitude, finally revealed his inner surprise involuntarily, "You guy..."

But after a few seconds, when he recovered from the shock, he returned to normal and said in a deep voice: "Ah... I understand." He laughed, "Hehe... Hehe... Is this the so-called 'gambling field'? Hum... Isn't it just bluffing?" After that, he slapped the table. Pointing at Brother Jue, he said, "Seven rounds? Do you think you are guessing a four-digit number without repetition? Or do you think I will write an answer like 333333?"

"Oh... since you are so confident..." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "How about calling for 100,000?"

"Hmm?" Jin Mianchou was stunned when he heard the voice.

"If the bottom bet for the round is 100,000, as long as you hold on until the eighth round and surrender, you will definitely win, right?" Feng Bujue continued in a tone that was almost "none of my business". "Even if I bet all my chips in the eighth round, the fine for your surrender is only about 20,000. Counting the 7,000 I gave you in the previous seven rounds, it is about 13,000. When the bets for the 'betting round' are settled, you can take 100,000 from me in one go... In this way, when you are the guesser in the second round, I, the questioner, will only have about 15,000 in funds; assuming that I choose to run away in the tenth round again, the high fine caused by the difference in funds and at least more than 1,000 in the bottom bet will further erode my funds."

His words. Almost helped Jinmianchou settle the account...

"The most important thing is..." Feng Bujue did not forget to say in a summary tone at the end, "Once the above assumption is true, no matter whether I can be saved after the duel, at least your promotion is a foregone conclusion... By then, not only will you have completed two rounds of duel and obtained the challenge immunity, but you will also have nearly 200,000 funds, so that you can get a greater advantage in all the subsequent 'challenge rounds'."

On the other side, Jinmianchou was listening to Brother Jue talking. He was also analyzing quickly in his mind... and the conclusion he came to was consistent with what Brother Jue said.

"Is this guy... crazy?" Jin Mian Chou thought to himself. "Why did he say this to me? Playing hard to get? Retreating to advance? No... this is digging his own grave... Although he said these words, it would make people feel that there is some kind of trap hidden in this game, but... but! It is impossible to deduce the answer in seven rounds!"

"I bet! One hundred thousand!" A few seconds later, just as the betting time was about to run out, Jin Mian Chou pressed the switch of the timer. And he said to the referee in his ear-catching, high-pitched voice.

"Heh... Hahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed at that time, and that laughter was not only "disturbing", but also to the point of making people shudder.

Jin Mian Chou didn't know why... In front of the opponent's unreasonable rounds, he should have been the one with an absolute advantage, but he was a little scared in his heart. He always felt that the man under the crow mask had some kind of "plan".

"Were you thinking just now... it's impossible to get the answer in seven rounds?" The next second, Jue Ge restrained his smile and asked Jin Mian Chou in a teasing tone.

Jin Mian Chou was shocked by this sentence...

"You..." He almost said the five words "how do you know", but he finally held back.

"Indeed, in the 'field of calculation', this is basically impossible." Feng Bujue continued, "But... in the world of gambling, that's another matter."

"Ha! Stop bluffing!" Jin Mian Chou was not to be outdone, "No matter how you bluff, after three... no... two rounds, you will be exposed!"

"True form revealed?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words and said with a smile, "Ha... OK, I hope you won't be scared to death when you see my true form." At this point, he became serious and reported, "In the first round, I bet 1021 US dollars (according to the principle of rounding, Feng Bujue, who currently holds 102072 gold, has the same minimum bet amount as when he held 102112 at the beginning of the last duel)."

"I and..." Jin Mianchou thought for a second and said so.

Feng Bujue didn't even think about it, picked up the paper, picked up the pen and wrote a set of numbers - [135899]

When the paper was pushed in front of Jin Mianchou, the latter's body was obviously stiff, and his hand holding the pen... also began to tremble.

"What's going on? What's going on!" At the same time, he was screaming in his heart, his mind was buzzing, and his thoughts were in chaos, "This is impossible... Why can he guess 1a5b in the first round!"

Jin Mian Chou naturally did not give an immediate response to this set of numbers...

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his opponent.

However, what he saw was nothing more than a mask...

"Cheating! He must have cheated... But... How did he do it?" Jin Mian Chou's eyes stayed on Jue Ge's mask for a few seconds, and then turned to the referee, thinking to himself, "The referee didn't say anything, and I didn't see anything unusual, but this guy guessed this in the first round, which is absolutely unreasonable... Could it be..." Thinking of this, the expression under the mask suddenly changed, "... Is this referee in cahoots with him?" (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://