Barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Abner's face turned completely gloomy.

"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?" He said coldly, "Are you actually trying to threaten a noble?"

"Nobles?" Lin En smiled slightly, "I don't know if there are any nobles here. I only saw a group of cult people."

Linn's voice was very soft, so soft that only his lips were moving, so soft that only Abner noticed the meaning behind the opening and closing of his lips.

In an instant, his face turned from green to white as he was about to take action.

He, how does he know...

At this moment, Abner finally understood that the boy from the Blazer family in front of him was not here to play cards at all!

The rebuttal words and means of resistance he had originally prepared were all useless at this moment.

Nobles with a long heritage are all face-saving. Once they are labeled as a cult and exposed to the public, regardless of what others think, they will definitely sever ties with them without hesitation - at least, on the surface.

You have to put in enough effort.

Abner's status in his family is pretty good, but he can be sure that if his hidden identity is exposed, the family will take away his surname as soon as possible.

Perhaps in the future, he might be able to save his life because of his blood relationship and make some arrangements for his future life, but losing his most important surname and those things, for Abner, whose goal is to value both life and death,

What’s the point?

Suppressing the boiling magic power, Abner stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at Linn: "Who are you? Who told you!"

At that moment, dozens of faces flashed through his mind, because he subconsciously believed that the reason why Linn came to visit him was because there was a mole within the cult.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing.

There are not many believers in the Society of Roses, and everyone has an extremely loyal belief in the Lord of Joy.

It's impossible for anyone to betray the cult, and it's still at such a critical juncture...

But obviously, Lynn is not the kind of person who is willing to answer every question from others.

He shrugged: "So, now do you want to show your cards to compete with me and try to struggle?"

"...."

Abner's throat rolled, and he subconsciously began to exert force on his hands due to nervousness, almost crushing the cards into a ball.

He knew exactly what the other person meant.

Lin En only said that if he lost, he would also lose his life, but he never said whether he would be able to walk out of the gambling house standing if he won.

Taking a deep breath, Abner's voice dropped slightly, trying to get the last possible chance for himself.

"If I win, nothing will happen today?"

"..." Lin En tilted her head slightly, "Do you want to negotiate terms with me?"

"It's not about negotiating terms, it's just that since it's a bet, I can't be the only one to take out the spoils, right?"

"You seem to have made a mistake." Linn pointed to the pile of chips in front of him and said, "Look, there are so many chips in front of me that I have not thrown in. What do you think is the reason?"

"——Because you can't give me the same chips."

"In fact, my bargaining chips are far more than these." Linn tapped his knuckles on the table, "Because what I have is far beyond the amount and scope that you can bear and understand."

"You said that we are betting against each other, but doesn't the betting only occur when the two sides are evenly matched?"

He said softly.

"You've exposed even your last bargaining chip, don't you think?"

"How can you be qualified to be my opponent?"

"You, you..."

Abner's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground as if his strength had been drained from his body.

As a person who has been on the poker table all year round and won many times, he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is one of those with a quick mind.

But now, with his good thinking ability, he finally understands everything.

From the beginning, Linn did not regard "winning the card game" as the determination of victory.

His goal is himself.

It is to let yourself speak out and admit your "cult identity".

The reason why he wants to play a game of cards with himself and stack the chips so high is to force himself to be unable to make active choices, so that he can put heavy pressure on himself, and finally end up in a situation that he is not even aware of.

Next, expose the "last hidden chip."

Abner finally understood.

A few minutes ago, there was indeed no mole in the cult.

But now, he is forced to become the mole!

"Haha." Abner laughed to himself.

He laughed at the fact that he had been playing cards for so long, but his eyes were limited to the card table, and he regarded winning cards as his criterion for victory. However, the eyes of the teenage guy opposite him included both inside and outside the court.

Already.

Closing his eyes, Abner suddenly remembered what Lin En said at the beginning.

【Then I have to look forward to your performance.】

"So, when I sit down at the table... no, from the moment I show up, I've already lost."

Opening his eyes, Abner held his forehead and asked tiredly: "So, what is your purpose of capturing me?"

"Oh?" Lin En smiled softly, "You're quite conscious."

"Since you only threatened me instead of directly taking action after confirming my identity, I think your goal is definitely more than that."

Lin En applauded slightly: "Excellent analytical skills. It seems that your ability to win so many poker games is not purely due to luck."

"It's a pity that the 100% winning rate has been broken."

"..."

Abner couldn't hear the sarcasm in the other party's words, so he just sneered and said: "You did win, but just talking about this card game, it is a bit unrealistic."

He threw away the crumpled cards in his hand.

Just when Linn asked him to "struggle a little bit," he had already looked at the cards in his hand.

That was a big card, but now it seems that it doesn't matter whether it's big or not.

"The Ace of Spades?" Linn sighed, "The card is second only to the Ace of Hearts. It seems that your luck is indeed pretty good today."

Abner sneered: "If I hadn't met you, the word 'okay' could be replaced with 'great'."

Lin En spread his hands indifferently: "As long as you like it."

"However, the Ace of Spades is not a sure-win hand. Your 100% winning rate is unrealistic if you just rely on it."

Linn put his fingers on the edge of his hand and gently opened it.

When Abner saw the appearance of the card clearly, his child's hole suddenly shrank: "How, how is it possible!

"

"You cheated! You actually cheated!

"

Abner stood up violently and roared at the top of his lungs. Every inch of his body had "Don't believe it" written on it.

Because, Lin En's hand is clearly the winning card in the poker game.

——[Ace of Hearts].

"Cheating?" Linn chuckled, "Cheating in an insignificant card game would be really embarrassing."

Abner pounded the table angrily: "Impossible! Impossible!

"

There are fifty-two cards in a deck, and Abner draws one card first, so the probability of Lynn drawing the Ace of Hearts is only one in fifty-one, less than two percent.

The probability of drawing SSR in other card drawing games is 6%, which is 2%...

"If you don't cheat, how could you get it in one go?!"

Abner's roar echoed in every corner of this underground gambling house.

Not losing a single game of poker is one of the few achievements that he can be proud of.

But now, this achievement has been crushed into powder by someone with an extremely powerful and unrivaled attitude!

How could he bear this?

Looking at Abner, whose eyes were splitting and almost crazy, Linn shook his head.

"What's impossible?"

"If I really want to win something, then..."

He smiled softly.

"I think even the world will be on my side."