"Dad, you’ve won quite a bit, huh?" Huo Liang wasn't new to gambling trips with his father. Despite being somewhat clueless in many aspects, he could still do the math, and he noticed that his father had made tens of thousands within an hour. He was quite pleased, even though the poor fellow nearby held more chips than his father—it was something he chose to ignore at this moment.

"Hmph, my dad has crystal chips too," he thought, glancing smugly at Su Qing.

"Hmm," his father grunted without looking up, his face dark. He had just lost a million in a big bet and was far from having a reason to be happy.

The middle-aged man was too preoccupied with his own concerns to pay attention to his son. He stared intently at Russell, the animosity in his eyes palpable enough for anyone to feel. Just earlier, that young man had severely fooled him; after losing eight rounds, on the ninth round, he suddenly upped the stakes from ten thousand to fifty thousand. This move had shocked those following his lead.

Some cautious individuals hesitated to follow him further, while others, more daring, continued. Huo Liang's father was one of the latter, greedily betting a full million, twice as much as Russell.

He thought the young man must be a pro—after losing eight rounds, making a sudden big bet was likely a calculated move to ensure a win. With gritted teeth and steely resolve, he wagered the million.

But no one expected another loss. Nine rounds consecutively lost, and the stakes at this table were higher than others, drawing a crowd and stirring some commotion.

"Damn, this guy really doesn’t care about money!"

"Tell me about it; he’s lost nine rounds straight, and I haven’t seen him flinch once."

"Hah, that greedy boss is in for a rough ride, betting even more than that young guy."

"Heh, haven’t you heard greed is the original sin?"

Ultimately, everyone saw through the greedy middle-aged man, and many were amused by his misfortune. The chatter and mockery helped Huo Liang realize why his father wore such a grim expression despite supposedly winning money.

A million? His dad really lost a million? And all because of Russell?

Huo Liang, full of frustration, joined his father in glaring angrily at Russell. Losing so much, even for the moneyed Huo family, was a heavy blow—he couldn’t help but despise Russell.

As the subject of everyone's conversation, Russell noticed Huo Liang and Su Qing’s arrival. He was surprised to find out that the greedy middle-aged man was Huo Liang's father.

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Upon this realization, Russell’s indifferent expression turned slightly more amused. Spotting the father-son duo glaring at him, a smirk crept across his lips, a sight that left Su Qing momentarily dazed.

"He looks so charming when he smiles..." she found herself thinking, her heartbeat quickening slightly.

A man is known by his clothes and a horse by its saddle. Dressed in a sleek, fitted black Armani suit, combined with his confident gaze, devil-may-care smile, and poised figure, Russell captivated many women around him. Young, handsome, wealthy, and capable—qualities many find irresistible.

"He's so handsome..." a young girl sighed dreamily.

"Really that handsome?" Perhaps because of the super system enhancing his abilities, Russell's hearing had improved, catching the girl's awestruck murmurs entirely.

This self-admiring guy couldn’t help but touch his nose in pride—but can being handsome really achieve much?

If he hadn’t obtained the super system, he would still be a penniless nobody. Surely, things wouldn't be as they were now, Russell reflected with slight self-mockery.

His gaze shifted, and he pushed half of the two stacks of silver crystal chips in front of him—right on the money, a total of one million: ten silver crystal chips.

"One million on nine points."

A ripple of excitement coursed through those near the table.

This guy was upping the ante with each round. The first eight rounds he bet ten thousand each, fifty thousand on the ninth, and now a whopping one million on this tenth round.

"My God, should I continue following or not?" This thought plagued the few daring followers left.

The female dealer was also momentarily surprised by Russell’s decisive wager. What gave him such confidence, or was this handsome young man really that indifferent to money?

"Dad, don’t follow, don’t follow, he’s definitely trying to trick you," Huo Liang quickly urged, trying to stop his indecisive father as Russell flashed him a faint smile—an eerie smile given their past animosity.

"Idiot, who would joke with a million of their own money?"

"Heh, this kid sure knows how to care for his dad," someone chuckled at Huo Liang's warning. Ironically, the foolish young heir was right this time—Russell set a trap, and if Huo Liang’s father fell for it, only tears would await him.

Despite Huo Liang’s attempt, it backfired; experienced gamblers know that trying to dissuade someone already blinded by losses only incites them further.

"Move aside! I refuse to believe you’re throwing that million away. You want to play, I’ll play with you," Huo Liang's father, his eyes red and breathing heavy, shoved his "precious" son aside and pushed all his remaining chips forward.

Oh, he went all in!

The intensity skyrocketed—no one expected the middle-aged man to go all in like this. He had about 1.67 million left and bet it all.

"Wow, his son deserves the credit."

The female dealer calmly awaited the completion of all bets. Although the table was surrounded by several layers of people, only four placed bets, the rest were mere spectators.

The four who bet included Russell. The other three were those who had been following Russell's bets till now—two men and a woman. Huo Liang's father bet 1.67 million, more than Russell, while another tall fifty-something man bravely wagered 100k, and a woman with good looks put down 530k—all in, just like Huo Liang’s father.

Showhand, a term akin to "all in," meant to stake everything one has. Upon losing, one is left with nothing but their hands.

Yes, Russell found this translation fittingly poignant since if Huo Liang’s side lost this round, they'd truly be left with just their hands.