Chapter 670: Whose Trump Card

The “Double Ninth Festival” falls on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

Qi Xia’s “face-up card” is “New Year’s Eve,” the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The “community card” in the center of the table is “Minor Snow,” the twenty-third day of the tenth lunar month.

Nine-nine, one-two-three-zero, one-zero-two-three—when all the numbers are added together, the total is “thirty” points.

A tie counts as a loss, and going bust also counts as a loss.

“Red-ass monkey, are you fucking cheating?!” Chen Jun’nan slammed the table furiously. “How the hell do you know what our cards are?!”

“Handsome boy!” Qiao Jiajin quickly shot him a warning glance. “You can’t say that!”

“Damn it… shit…” Chen Jun’nan covered his mouth, then suddenly realized something. “Why the hell not?! This bastard’s cheating—he knows our cards!!”

“Hahahaha!” The Earth Monkey let out a maniacal laugh before replying, “Maybe I just guessed ‘Double Ninth Festival.’ You fell for it. What, was I right?”

“Bullshit!” Chen Jun’nan snarled, pointing at the Earth Monkey. “I knew something was off about you! Last round, when I tried to bluff, you just glanced at the back of my card and said I wasn’t good enough. When Old Qi tried to bluff, you took one look at his card and knew he was lying. Did you mark the backs or something?!”

“Oh?” The Earth Monkey shrugged. “Is that even possible? If I had marked them, wouldn’t someone of Qi Xia’s skill have noticed?”

“You—”

“That *is* my ‘trump card.'”

As he spoke, a faint glimmer flashed in the Earth Monkey’s eyes—like a shooting star streaking across the sky, there one moment and gone the next.

At the same time, Zheng Yingxiong, who had been standing in the distance, groaned as his nose, which had only just stopped bleeding, gushed fresh blood again.

Xiao Cheng panicked, tearing a strip of cloth from his own shirt to stuff into Zheng Yingxiong’s nostrils.

“You motherf—” Chen Jun’nan slowly rose to his feet, staring at the Earth Monkey in disbelief. “Are you seriously pulling that ‘fiery golden eyes’ shit on me? You really think you’re the damn Monkey King now?”

“I don’t follow.” The Earth Monkey shook his head. “I just happen to, coincidentally, accidentally see through your cards. It’s that simple.”

Chen Jun’nan’s expression twisted with shock, fury, and indignation. It took him a long moment to finally spit out,

“So… your casino *allows* cheating?”

“Sounds like you don’t know the rules of the game.” The Earth Monkey chuckled. “Nine out of ten gamblers cheat—which casino in the world *doesn’t* have cheaters?”

“What…?”

“My favorite part of the day is watching all the gamblers try every trick in the book to cheat. As long as they’re good enough not to get caught red-handed, I turn a blind eye.” The Earth Monkey smirked. “If you could see through my cards or steal my ‘hidden card’ right now—without me noticing—I’d allow it. But can you?”

**CLANG!!!**

The moment the Earth Monkey finished speaking, an enormous bell tolled in the distance.

The sound startled him. Confused, he glanced toward the door before turning back to the three men—only to find their expressions had completely changed.

Chen Jun’nan stood still, smoothing his hair with a smirk. “Took you long enough to take the bait…”

“What…?” The Earth Monkey gaped at him, his brain short-circuiting.

Meanwhile, Qi Xia swayed, nearly collapsing again before Qiao Jiajin steadied him.

“Stay with us, Trickster! Everything’s going just like you said!”

Qi Xia forced his eyes open, lifting his head to glare at the Earth Monkey with an icy chill in his gaze.

The Earth Monkey immediately sensed danger. His pupils flickered as he activated his ability, peering straight through the table to see Qi Xia’s hand.

The card wasn’t “Double Ninth Festival” at all—

It was **”Ghost Festival”**—the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month!

“H-How…?”

“Hey!!” Qiao Jiajin suddenly roared. “Fat monkey, no more cheating!”

The moment the words left his mouth, a blinding flash filled the Earth Monkey’s vision, severing his ability to see through the table.

Seeing the light, Qiao Jiajin grinned. “Bit of a dirty trick, but this time, *we’re* the ones cheating.”

“Yeah, Monkey-man.” Chen Jun’nan smirked. “You said it yourself—cheating’s allowed as long as we don’t get caught.”

Fear crept into the Earth Monkey’s expression as he struggled to process the situation.

His **Spirit Vision** had been *broken*?

Frowning, he scrambled for a countermove, forcing himself to stay calm.

“Wait… wait…” He reassured himself internally. *What am I afraid of? So they broke one trump card—I still have another.*

Running through the events again, he steadied himself.

So what if they blocked his vision?

So what if they swapped the card?

That was **”Ghost Festival”**—July 15th!

The card alone was worth **thirteen points**, and with Qi Xia’s face-up card and the community card both adding up to six, the total was **twenty-five**—enough to kill him.

Yes. This “Ghost Festival” would be Qi Xia’s doom.

“Earth Monkey,” Qi Xia’s hollow voice cut through his thoughts, “I’m **raising the bet.**”

“What…?”

“I’m raising again.” Qi Xia said coolly. “You promised that this round, if I raised, you’d match it.”

In an instant, the Earth Monkey’s fragile confidence shattered.

“You’re… raising *now*?” His lips moved numbly. Something was still slipping from his grasp.

Why would Qi Xia raise *now*?

Unless… he *didn’t* know the Earth Monkey had seen “Ghost Festival”?

“Right…” The Earth Monkey bent forward, pressing his fingers to his temples as if to force his brain to work faster. “A bluff… He’s trying to scare me into folding!”

After all, raising the bet didn’t just increase the pot—it could pressure the opponent into surrendering.

The simplest way to test his theory was to hear Qi Xia’s wager.

If the bet was absurdly high, it was undeniably a bluff. After all, a normal raise would just be matched—no intimidation there.

“Qi Xia… what’s your raise?”

Qi Xia took a slow breath. “The loser of this round will serve the winner forever—until they cease to exist.”