Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

101: I bet on your invitation.Just then, Chen Hu’s voice came through Zhang Ze’s miniature headset.

”trump card, the target is in the Heaven-character private room on the third floor, playing Texas Hold’em. He has already lost nearly a million, and his emotions are very unstable. There are eight people inside the room; two are his bodyguards, standing behind him.”

”Received,” Zhang Ze replied internally.

He stopped walking, turned, and said to the manager, ”Take me to the Heaven-character private room. My friend is inside.”

The manager looked troubled: ”Sir, the guests in the Heaven-character private room... have a rule that they do not wish to be disturbed.”

Zhang Ze smiled, casually pulled a few bills from the stack of money, and slipped them into the manager’s hand. Then, he pointed to An Yang, who was following behind him.

”This brother of mine doesn’t have a very good temper,” he said lightly.

An Yang cooperated by glaring and cracking his knuckles, making a grinding sound.

The smile on the manager’s face froze for a moment. After weighing the money in his hand, he immediately adopted an expression that said, ”I understand.” ”This way, sir. I’ll take you there now.”

At the entrance of the Heaven-character private room stood two burly men in black suits, who were Sun Peng’s bodyguards.

When they saw the manager leading Zhang Ze and An Yang over, they immediately stretched out their arms to block the way.

”Young Master Sun is inside. He is not receiving visitors.”

Before Zhang Ze could speak, Chen Hu’s voice came through his headset again: ”The one on the left has an unstable stance. The one on the right has slightly erratic breathing. They were just scolded by Sun Peng a minute ago, so they are in a terrible mood right now.”

The corner of Zhang Ze’s mouth curved slightly upward.

He ignored the two bodyguards and instead spoke to An Yang, who was feigning coolness behind him: ”Iron Pot, show them something.”

An Yang paused for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening, and pulled out the stack of money Zhang Ze had just given him from his inner pocket.

With a ”slap,” ten thousand yuan in cash was slapped onto the chest of one of the bodyguards.

”Our boss is going in,” An Yang said, imitating Zhang Ze’s tone, trying hard to sound imposing.

The two bodyguards exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

Zhang Ze sighed, shaking his head, as if he were very dissatisfied with An Yang’s efficiency.

He stepped forward himself, pulled out another thick wad from the stack of money in his hand, and stuffed it into the suit pockets of both bodyguards.

Then, he leaned close to the ear of one of them and spoke in an extremely low voice.

”Young Master Sun is losing money inside. I’m going in to deliver him more money. If you block Young Master Sun’s path to wealth, whether he takes his frustration out on you once he loses everything is hard to say.”

That’s right! That makes sense.

They knew Young Master Sun’s temper; if they truly angered him, things would definitely not end well for them.

The two men silently stepped aside.

Zhang Ze pushed open the heavy wooden door of the private room, and a blast of stale air, mixed with cigar smoke and alcohol, rushed out.

The atmosphere around the huge card table was chaotic and murky.

A blond youth, his face flushed red, shoved the last stack of chips in front of him forward, roaring, ”All in! I refuse to believe I can lose this hand! Show the cards!”

It was Sun Peng.

However, reality was cruel.

When the opponent slowly revealed a straight flush, Sun Peng slumped onto his chair, his eyes glazed over, muttering, ”No... Impossible...”

”Young Master Sun, thank you for the game.” The winners at the table laughed as they raked the chips toward themselves.

It was then that Zhang Ze pulled out a chair and sat down decisively, while An Yang stood behind him like an iron tower.

”It seems I arrived at a bad time. Is Young Master Sun already finished playing?”

Sun Peng suddenly raised his head and glared at the uninvited guest with bloodshot eyes: ”Who the hell are you? Get out!”

Zhang Ze smiled dismissively, tossed the remaining large stack of cash from his hand onto the table, along with a black card.

”Waitress, chips please.”

His gaze swept over the others at the card table, and the Aura of Hegemony was silently activated.

”My name is A Zhou. I’d like to play a couple of hands with you all. Any objections?”

The people at the table looked at his ”bodyguard,” An Yang, standing behind him, and then at the pile of cash on the table. No one dared to utter a single word of objection.

The game restarted.

Zhang Ze’s goal was very clear: Sun Peng.

”Young Master Sun, it looks like your luck isn’t great?” Zhang Ze said carelessly while looking at his cards.

Sun Peng had just borrowed some chips from a friend. He snorted coldly and ignored him.

Zhang Ze called the first hand.

Sun Peng had a decent hand, and he raised without hesitation.

Zhang Ze looked at him and smiled: ”Young Master Sun, every time you want to bluff, your left eyebrow involuntarily twitches. That habit isn’t very good.”

Sun Peng was startled, and the movement of his hand slowed by half a beat.

Zhang Ze directly threw out chips: ”I call, and raise another five hundred thousand.”

When the cards were finally revealed, Zhang Ze won Sun Peng’s bluff with a small pair.

”It was just luck,” Sun Peng said through clenched teeth.

”Is that so?” Zhang Ze said noncommittally. His Eagle Eye Vision and Lie Recognition had already analyzed the micro-expressions and body language of everyone at the table with perfect clarity.

The next half hour became Zhang Ze’s personal show.

”Sir, your hand is good, but you subconsciously touch your ring every time you get a good hand. Remember to change that next time.”

”And you, don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do just because you don’t look at your cards. The frequency of your breathing has betrayed you.”

”As for you, Young Master Sun...”

Zhang Ze’s gaze returned to Sun Peng. ”You are too easy to read, practically an open cartoon book. I don’t even need to guess.”

He didn’t win huge amounts, but every time, it was as if he knew the opponents’ hole cards in advance, manipulating the atmosphere at the table entirely within his grasp.

Sun Peng’s sanity completely collapsed under the repeated precise strikes.

He lost all the chips he had borrowed and started calling people to borrow money again, sinking into a state of frantic gambling.

Finally, after he lost his last chip, Zhang Ze pushed the mountain of chips in front of him forward.

”Young Master Sun, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.”

Sun Peng glared at him with bloodshot eyes like a trapped beast: ”What more do you want? I have no money left!”

”I’m not interested in your money,” Zhang Ze said leisurely, leaning back in his chair. ”I heard that Young Master Sun has a top-tier invitation to the World of Ultimate Bliss auction tomorrow night?”

As soon as he said this, the entire private room fell into instant silence.

Sun Peng’s pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, an expression of terror appeared on his face: ”H-How did you know?!”

The World of Ultimate Bliss was the most exclusive secret in their circle. How could this stranger know about it?

Zhang Ze did not answer.

”How about this: I’ll wager all the chips I’ve won against your invitation letter.”

”Just one hand.”

”Do you dare?”