Are you familiar with the card game Dou Dizhu?

Staring at the dice the dealer revealed, the King of Cards was left speechless, his mouth agape for a long time.

Had it been anything else, perhaps he would not have been so shaken, but in the realm of gambling, he had never known defeat in his entire life. Just now, he had heard it clearly: with that single tap, all three dice in the cup had landed on sixes. After that, Jos made no further move, and there was not a single sound from within the cup.

So why did it turn out to be two ones?

No matter how he tried, he could not make sense of it, because he was certain there was no possibility of error on his part. This was the very foundation of his utter confidence.

Yet now, that absolute confidence had been mercilessly shattered.

All the King of Cards could do was to glare fixedly at the three dice on the table, as the ignorant gamblers around him whispered sly chuckles or burst out with unrestrained laughter.

“Hold it right there!”

Seeing Jos about to leave with the $20,000 in chips, the King of Cards hurriedly blocked his way. Jos turned back, meeting the burning gaze in the card master’s eyes.

It was the true desire of a gambling virtuoso—an urge to challenge and defeat a worthy opponent!

Jos understood this well; it was like a martial arts fanatic encountering a powerful foe, desperate for a duel, even if it meant dying with no regret.

Undoubtedly, if this desire for a challenge was not satisfied, the man would cling to him like a leech.

Faced with such obsession, Jos could only sigh in resignation.

“Help! He’s trying to rob me! He’s stealing my money!” the next second, Jos howled at the top of his lungs.

The King of Cards was dumbfounded—how could someone be so shameless?

“Wait, wait! Don’t shout! I just want to have a match of gambling skills with you, nothing else!” Seeing the crowd already gathering, the King of Cards hastily gestured to the nearby security guards to resolve the situation quickly.

If he really got arrested as a criminal in his own casino, how could he ever show his face again?

“Forget it. There’s no way I’ll be having any sort of match. Not in this lifetime,” Jos flatly refused the King of Cards’ proposal.

He had only used this incident to draw out the King of Cards, never intending to actually face off against him. Jos was no fool; he had no sleight-of-hand tricks, relying solely on his special abilities to ensure a no-lose streak. If they switched to another style of gambling, his chances of winning would be slim to none.

“You can choose the game. Win or lose, you can take all the money with you. All I ask is that we play one round,” the King of Cards gritted his teeth, glaring at Jos.

Clearly, it wasn’t the money he cared about. Although, for most ordinary Americans, $20,000 was nearly a year’s salary, to the King of Cards or the casino owner, it was a trifling sum.

What truly mattered to him was the fact that he had lost in skill!

“My, what a cunning gambler you are. Win or lose, I get to keep the money? It was mine to begin with. Of course I’ll take it if I win, but if you lose, are you not planning to cough up something of your own?”

Jos crossed his arms and laughed boldly, his swagger making the King of Cards uneasy for a moment, but then the card master quickly grew annoyed, sneering,

“Hmph! I’ve ruled over casinos for decades, and the word ‘lose’ has never appeared in my dictionary!”

“Buddy, your dictionary must be a bootleg. Go get yourself a real Oxford, will you?”

“You—!” The King of Cards nearly choked, and anyone from the Avengers who saw him would find it perfectly normal—just something you get used to. “Either way, you’re gambling today whether you like it or not, or you can forget about leaving with your ill-gotten gains!”

“I never said I wouldn’t gamble. I told you, a wager only counts if you put something on the line. Are you dodging the issue because you’re broke?” Jos shot him a look of deep disdain, then took a sip of the expensive red wine he’d ordered earlier.

Ah, the thrill of flaunting with someone else’s wine right in front of them!

Even without using Brother Fly’s powers, Jos’s ability to taunt others had grown by leaps and bounds. His trash talk was so effective, the veins on the King of Cards’s forehead were bulging like a hashtag.

“Don’t worry. If you win, I’ll agree to anything you ask!”

“Then bring down the sun for me, will you?” Jos wanted to spit out a sarcastic retort, but realizing his goal was achieved, he decided not to push further and simply nodded in agreement.

The casino staff moved quickly. At the King of Cards’s command, a private room was prepared for the two of them, and Jos was escorted inside.

“As I said, you choose the game. One round to decide it all. Agreed?”

The King of Cards sat across from Jos, removing his hat and asking coolly.

That brief interval had allowed him to regain his composure. No matter how infuriating his opponent’s words, once the game began, he would utterly crush him! He was sure his previous loss was just a fluke—this time, he would be all business!

Jos clapped his hands and nodded. “Alright, let’s play Landlord.”

“Land… what? Land-lord?” The King of Cards struggled to pronounce the unfamiliar word, utterly lost as to what Jos meant.

“Tch, calling yourself the King of Cards, and you’ve never heard of Landlord?” Jos shot him a look of utter contempt. “Let me tell you, I used to play Landlord with the God of Gamblers and the King of Gamblers himself. It was a battle so fierce, the heavens went dark and the earth lost its light…”

His tall tales left the King of Cards utterly bewildered—single-handedly drawing a royal flush, reading the cards by the feel of the edges alone.

Such skills were less gambling and more like superpowers!

Wait, I’m a superhuman myself! So why can’t I do any of that?

“Enough, enough, let’s get to the point. What are we actually playing?”

Jos was just getting to the part where the Saint of Gamblers unleashed his Soul-Crushing Hand against the God of Gamblers’ Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, when the King of Cards finally couldn’t take any more and interrupted.

“Ugh, and you ask what to play when you know nothing at all.”

Jos looked at him with such disdain the King of Cards nearly coughed up blood.

Nothing at all? The only game you’ve mentioned is this Landlord thing! I know hundreds, maybe thousands, of card games, and you dare show off to me?

“How about this,” Jos suddenly interrupted the King of Cards’s mental tirade, “let’s each draw a card and see whose is higher.”

Well, it’s not like I know any other games. This will do just fine.