OFR – Chapter 291 How Arrogant (Part 1)

“Young Master Rong, call fifty billion, one round All-in!”

The female dealer’s slightly trembling voice once again rang out across the upper level of the Zijin Hut Pavilion.

She had expected this game to become a legendary storm in Nanjing’s elite circles—but never imagined that the storm would surge so wildly from the very beginning!
Fifty billion in chips, both sides clashing head-on, directly All-in!

Not just in Nanjing—even across the entire South, perhaps even the whole of China—there had never been such a near-insane gambling match.

It had completely exceeded everyone’s imagination.

Everyone watching from around the Zijin Hut Pavilion stood up, eyes wide in shock as they looked at the two men locked in calm eye contact above the pavilion.

They knew that regardless of the outcome, these two had already carved an unforgettable and legendary place in the hearts of Nanjing’s elite.

Now on the pavilion, after Rong Qingwen followed suit, Nalan Yunshao, Chen Yunzhi, and the others, after a brief moment of thought, folded their cards one by one.

It wasn’t that they lacked the courage to continue—it was simply unnecessary and not worth the risk.

If all five of them followed, then winning would be expected.
But if they lost, they would become the laughingstock of Nanjing and would only fuel Rong Qingwen’s already rising momentum, making him appear even more arrogant.

At that point, trying to balance his power would become far more difficult.

So, they folded, stepping off this turbulent stage.

All the attention in the venue now shifted to the only two players left at the table—two men whose powerful presence had come to dominate the entire room.

“Mr. Rong Qingwen and Young Master Leng have both gone All-in. Young Master Yun, Mr. Chen Yunzhi, Queen Dongfang, and President Qing Yancheng have all folded. The poker table now has only Mr. Rong Qingwen and Young Master Leng remaining!”

Noticing that the rest had folded, the female dealer promptly and professionally announced to the room.

Truthfully, when she saw that the others had folded and all eyes were now focused solely on Rong Qingwen and Leng Shao, she finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Because, thankfully, the entire group at the table hadn’t joined in.

Had they all entered the game, it would have meant that the highest, most powerful figures in all of Nanjing had become part of this match.

If anything went wrong at that point, the consequences would be uncontrollable—not something she, a mere dealer, could ever handle.

So now, with only Rong Qingwen and Leng Shao left at the table—even if they were the two most dominant presences—at least she could breathe a little easier.

With that thought, the female dealer looked toward the two and asked,
“Mr. Rong, Mr. Leng—since only you two remain in this hand, shall I deal the rest of the community cards now and move to the showdown stage?”

Her question didn’t surprise anyone. After all, in Texas Hold’em, once all players are All-in, the community cards are dealt out entirely, followed by the final showdown.

There would be no more betting, no more psychological or probabilistic combat.

Yes, once a game reaches a point where both players are arrogant enough to go All-in, the mental and statistical battles have already become meaningless.

And so, the outcome is decided purely by the cards—win or lose, nothing in between.

After a short pause, both Rong Qingwen and Mu Bai returned to their seats and nodded slightly:
“Yes.”

That single word echoed loudly across the room, and all eyes turned back to the poker table atop the Zijin Pavilion.

Everyone knew—the outcome of the first round in this stormy match of the elites was about to be revealed.

In the stillness, the female dealer carefully dealt out the remaining community cards, one by one.

Oddly enough, the cards were remarkably average. Even with the last two revealed, there were no standout hands—not even a single Ace.

The fourth card: Nine of Diamonds.
The fifth card: Four of Clubs.

All community cards now revealed—anyone with even a basic knowledge of Texas Hold’em could see that the best hand either player might have would likely be Three of a Kind.

With two Nines on the board, if either of them had another Nine in their hole cards, they had an almost certain win.

As for someone holding a pocket pair of Kings? The odds were tiny—extremely unlikely.

Now seated at the table, Rong Qingwen looked at the community cards. As someone well-versed in Texas Hold’em, he knew just how high his chances of winning were.

But—there wasn’t even a trace of joy on his face.

Because he knew: even if he won, so what?

What would remain burned into the minds of all who witnessed this night… would still be Leng Shao’s overwhelming, tiger-like arrogance.

“A mere fifty billion—what’s it to offer your Rong family?”

Rong Qingwen knew—even if Leng Shao lost—years or even decades from now, the wealthy elites of Nanjing would still remember those words.

They would still remember that someone called “Leng Shao” once walked through this pavilion.

They would still remember how this boy had forced Rong Qingwen himself to respond with such an all-or-nothing stance.

They would still remember that this youth, not even in his twenties, had dared to go toe-to-toe with the mighty Rong clan to the very last card.