Thinking this, Ling Feng said, "This... it's nothing special, any decent player can do it."
Yang Fan didn't mind and looked at him with a faint smile, "Flip another one, have a look."
Ling Feng, confused, casually picked another card, and upon looking at it, it was still the spade seven.
Surprised, he looked at Yang Fan, who before Ling Feng could react, said again: "Continue."
Ling Feng flipped another card, and it was still a spade seven.
And another one, still the same.
He went through all fifty-two cards, and every card was a spade seven.
Ling Feng was stunned: "How... how is this possible?"
"If you knew how it was done, you wouldn't have lost five hundred million."
Ling Feng's face turned red at these words, and he awkwardly looked at Yang Fan, now eighty percent convinced that Yang Fan could help him win back the five hundred million: "I believe you now, you're incredible. What I want to know more is, are you trying to charm my sister?"
