Jin Mianchou returned to the table to find the referee had already cleared the surface, ready for the next round.

"Tch... how utterly boring." Jin Mianchou grumbled as he picked up a pen and paper. "Talking about a 'gambling domain,' do you think this is a movie? What are the chances of getting a straight flush or four-of-a-kind in a real game of stud poker? Do you even know…"

"Enough nonsense. Write your answer. I've wasted too much time on a second-rate player like you." Feng Bujue didn't even let Jin Mianchou finish, cutting him off with an almost rude tone.

Jin Mianchou snorted coldly, wrote his answer, and handed it to the referee.

The referee glanced at the answer, then confirmed it with the question-setter as usual, before signaling to Feng Bujue to announce his declaration.

"Oh... I see." However, instead of declaring the number of rounds immediately, Jue-Ge slowly looked at the referee, then at Jin Mianchou, and said in an ambiguous, strange tone, "So those are the numbers... that certainly sounds like the choice you'd make."

"What are you talking about?" Jin Mianchou glared back at Jue-Ge, replying in an unfriendly tone, "What's with that 'you already know the answer' tone? Don't tell me you think…"

"Seven rounds." Feng Bujue rudely interrupted him again. "I declare... I'll give the answer within seven rounds."

"Wh... what?" At that moment, Jin Mianchou, who had maintained a calm demeanor, finally couldn't help but reveal his inner surprise. "You bastard..."

But a few seconds later, when he recovered from the shock, he returned to his usual composure and replied in a deep voice, "Ah... I see." He laughed. "Heh... heh... is this the so-called 'gambling domain'? Hmph... isn't this just bluffing?" With that, he slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Jue-Ge. "Seven rounds? Do you think you're guessing a four-digit number with no repeats? Or do you think I'd write something like 333333 as the answer?"

"Oh... since you're so confident..." Feng Bujue calmly replied, "how about betting a hundred thousand?"

"Hmm?" Jin Mianchou was taken aback.

"If the ante for the round bet is a hundred thousand, you can definitely win big by just holding out until the eighth round and then surrendering, right?" Feng Bujue continued in an almost indifferent tone, "Even if I bet all my chips in the eighth round, the penalty for your surrender would only be around twenty thousand. Adding the seven thousand I've given you in the previous seven rounds, that's about thirteen thousand; and when the 'round bet' is settled, you can take a hundred thousand from me in one go... That way, when it's my turn to guess in the second game, I'll only have about fifteen thousand in funds. Assuming I run away again in the tenth round, the high penalty caused by the difference in funds, as well as an ante of at least a thousand, will further eat into my funds."

His words were practically helping Jin Mianchou calculate the costs...

"The most important thing is..." Feng Bujue didn't forget to use a concluding tone at the end, "once the above assumptions are established, regardless of whether I can be saved after the duel, at least your advancement is a certainty... At that time, you will not only have completed two duels and obtained an exemption from challenges, but you will also have nearly two hundred thousand in funds, which will give you a greater advantage in all subsequent 'challenge games'."

On the other side, while listening to Jue-Ge's words, Jin Mianchou was also quickly analyzing them in his mind... and the conclusion he reached was consistent with what Jue-Ge said.

"Is this guy... crazy?" Jin Mianchou thought to himself, "Why is he telling me this? Is this a feint? A way of retreating in order to advance? No... this is digging his own grave... Although him saying these things makes it feel like there's some kind of trap hidden in this round, but... but! Deducing the answer in seven rounds is impossible no matter what!"

"I bet! A hundred thousand!" A few seconds later, just as the betting time was about to run out, Jin Mianchou pressed the switch on the timer and shouted to the referee in his ear-piercing, high-pitched voice.

"Heh... hahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed at that moment, and the laughter was no longer just "unsettling," but had reached a level that made people shudder.

Jin Mianchou didn't know why... in the face of the other party's unreasonable number of rounds, he should have been the one with the absolute advantage, but he felt a little apprehensive in his heart, always feeling that the man under the raven mask had some kind of "plan."

"Were you just thinking... that it's impossible to get the answer in seven rounds?" The next second, Jue-Ge restrained his laughter and asked Jin Mianchou in a teasing tone.

And Jin Mianchou was shocked by these words...

"You..." He almost said the words "how did you know," but he finally held back.

"Indeed, in the 'domain of calculation,' this is basically impossible," Feng Bujue continued. "But... in the world of gambling, that's another matter."

"Ha! Don't try to scare me!" Jin Mianchou also refused to be outdone. "No matter how much you bluff, after three... no... two rounds, you'll be exposed!"

"Exposed?" Feng Bujue repeated these words, and smiled. "Heh... okay, I hope you don't pee your pants when you see my true form." At this point, his expression became serious, and he announced, "First round, I bet 1021 dollars (according to the rounding principle, Feng Bujue, who currently has 102072, has the same minimum bet as when he had 102112 at the start of the last duel)."

"I call..." Jin Mianchou said after thinking for a second.

Without thinking, Feng Bujue picked up a piece of paper and wrote down a set of numbers—【135899】

When this piece of paper was pushed in front of Jin Mianchou, the latter's body visibly stiffened, and his hand holding the pen... began to tremble.

"What's going on? What's going on!" At the same time, his heart was screaming, his mind was buzzing, and his thoughts were in chaos. "This is impossible... why did he guess 1A5B in the first round!"

Naturally, Jin Mianchou did not immediately give feedback on this set of numbers...

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his opponent.

However, all he saw was a mask...

"Cheating! He must be cheating... but... how did he do it?" Jin Mianchou's eyes lingered on Jue-Ge's mask for a few seconds, then turned to the referee, thinking to himself, "The referee didn't show anything, and I didn't see anything unusual, but this guy guessed to this extent in the first round, this is absolutely unreasonable... Could it be..." At this point, the expression under the mask changed dramatically, "... this referee is in cahoots with him?"