Qi Xia calculated that everyone had already drawn fourteen cards, plus the “community card” in the center of the table made fifteen in total.

Among these fifteen cards, four contained the number “three”: “New Year’s Eve,” “Winter Solstice,” “Shangsi,” and “Qingming” (Pure Brightness).

In other words, Xiao Cheng’s probability of drawing a card with “three” was six in twenty-one, close to thirty percent. For “gambling,” this was already a very high chance of winning.

Of course, if Xiao Cheng’s “luck” ended here and he didn’t draw a card with “three,” Qi Xia would be powerless and could only bet this round’s chances on Zheng Yinxiong.

Earth-Monkey could now allow everyone to circulate chips among themselves, but he wouldn’t necessarily allow everyone to discuss their own card faces.

This was already different from the concept of chip circulation and amounted to blatant cheating. No matter how one thought about it, this couldn’t possibly be tolerated in a “gambling den.”

At this point, Earth-Monkey had completed his second round of “raising,” and Zheng Yinxiong, Tiantian, and Xiao Cheng had all “called.”

Everyone turned to look at Qi Xia. He still hadn’t chosen whether to “call” or not.

Qi Xia also looked at the two cards in his hand: “Qingming” and “Xiaoman” (Grain Full).

This year’s “Qingming” was “three, six.”

This year’s “Xiaoman” was “four, two, one.”

Plus the community card “Lixia” (Beginning of Summer) on the table with “four, six.”

If the rules he and Qiao Jiajin had deduced were correct, then the best hand he could form was “two pairs”—one pair of “fours” and one pair of “sixes,” with no other possibilities.

And now there were already three people on the table who could potentially form a “straight,” while he knew very clearly that his card face was “two pairs.” If this were an ordinary gambling game, he absolutely shouldn’t continue “calling” at this point under any circumstances.

But the current Qi Xia had to consider another problem.

Although he hadn’t spoken out loud, he had also implicitly put his own life on the table. This chip could tie down Earth-Monkey, preventing him from winning based on the quantity of chips.

After all, based on Earth-Monkey’s current performance, he believed Qi Xia would truly bet his life, so under these circumstances, he absolutely couldn’t voluntarily “fold.”

Qi Xia knew this point, and Earth-Monkey knew it too.

If he wanted to fold, unless…

This “fold” could break through Earth-Monkey’s psychology.

Everyone watched Qi Xia in silence, thinking he was considering the size of his hand, but little did they know he had already passed that step and instead entered a higher level of game theory, considering how to use one “fold” to shake Earth-Monkey’s conviction.

Qi Xia’s lips moved slightly as he constantly calculated something in his mind.

“I need to let Earth-Monkey know that although I can intimidate him, I’m still folding with confidence…”

He constantly calculated the possibility of this strategy in his mind and soon had a lead.

The complex look in Earth-Monkey’s eyes when he saw his “hole card” earlier revealed extremely important information.

It was a complexity of deep calculation. Qi Xia felt that only someone who had been tempered in gambling dens for decades could possibly show such a carefully refined expression.

Although Qi Xia didn’t understand Earth-Monkey, this didn’t prevent him from boldly guessing Earth-Monkey’s behavior.

He already had a “five” in his hand.

Now he had completed the “one, two, three, four, five, six” straight. His betting one “Dao” chip this round was proof.

In the previous round’s decision, when Earth-Monkey wasn’t certain whether everyone’s hands were bigger than his, he had already bet two “Dao” chips at once. This was more in line with his setting as an old gambler.

But this round, his “face-up card” plus the “community card” clearly made his card face bigger than the previous round, yet he had strangely become cautious.

Looking at it this way, it was too strange.

At this point, if he said one more thing…

“Does anyone else want to raise?” Earth-Monkey lifted his lazy eyes and asked.

“Right… that’s the line.” The corner of Qi Xia’s mouth lifted. He had already guessed the answer in his mind.

Earth-Monkey’s subtext in betting one “Dao” chip was precisely “my hand this round isn’t big, so you all can beat me.” This made it even more certain that his hand this time was strong enough to beat everyone.

His hole card was at least a number “five,” and there might even be a situation with “one, two, three, four, five, six” plus a “pair.”

For example… “Mangzhong” (Grain in Ear).

“Yes… this is very possible.”

According to calculations, this year’s “Mangzhong” was “sixth day of the fifth month,” containing both a “five” and a “six.”

“Mangzhong’s” “five, six,” plus the community card “Lixia’s” “four, six,” plus Earth-Monkey’s hand with “one, two, three.”

This round he had “one, two, three, four, five, six” and “a pair of sixes.”

This was also the biggest hand Qi Xia could currently think of.

So Earth-Monkey could completely crush everyone at the gambling table. Just like catching a rabbit and fattening it up before eating it, Earth-Monkey wasn’t in a hurry to bet very large chips—he was just holding a sharp knife and slowly approaching everyone.

If Earth-Monkey’s hand was already “straight” plus “one pair,” could there be an even bigger hand that could beat him?

“Wait a moment…” Qi Xia was startled. “Wait, wait…”

He reached up to stroke his chin. It seemed there really was one card that could beat Earth-Monkey.

Unfortunately, the conditions were too harsh—the person who drew this card had to be Zheng Yinxiong!

Qi Xia hurriedly scanned the table to confirm that this particular card didn’t exist among the nine cards already revealed. Not among the seven “face-up cards,” not the one “community card,” and not among his own “hole cards” either. This meant that right now, Zheng Yinxiong’s probability of drawing that card was one in twenty-five.

“Four percent… too absurd…” Qi Xia gritted his teeth. “Can I really bet on such a small probability?”

“Mm.”

A childish “Mm” came from not far away, making Qi Xia’s brow furrow.

This “Mm” sounded somewhat like clearing one’s throat, and somewhat like answering some question.

And after Qi Xia heard this sound, he slowly widened his eyes, then went over the question in his mind again.

“Such a small probability… can I really bet on it?”

“Mm.”

Another perfectly timed throat-clearing sound came from Zheng Yinxiong’s direction, making Qi Xia instantly understand everything.

What “four percent”? It was clearly “one hundred percent”!

This card was really in Zheng Yinxiong’s hand!

He had once again captured his thoughts!

Was this “luck” or “ability”? Or perhaps… both?

Next, he only needed to fold here and set up a trap for Earth-Monkey before folding, and everything would fall naturally into place.

“Earth-Monkey.” Qi Xia called out in a deep voice. “There’s something wrong with your deck…”

“Oh?” Earth-Monkey raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

Qi Xia’s hand pressed down on his “hole card” as he asked with a displeased expression: “Exactly how many ‘Dragon Boat Festival’ cards are there?”