Chapter 2231: Gotham Music Festival (33)_1

The key is not in these complex probabilities, but in the final number of cards drawn, no matter how many complete suits you hold in your hand, in the end, you only draw 10 random cards.

In other words, even if you have managed to gather a Royal Flush in the deck, it's useless if it is broken up during the final draw, and the deciding hand still ends up being a set of unrelated cards, then you can only rely on comparing sizes to win.

The last 10 cards drawn are the key to victory or defeat, so how exactly do you pull the superb cards from your own deck?

As Rhomann was pondering this question, he heard a crisp bell chime, a staff member beside him picked up the Coin, ready to toss it.

With a clang, the Coin landed on the table, Trident facing up, meaning God was positioned on the right side, and standing on the right was Rhomann.

Rhomann's hand immediately tightened, he could hardly hide his smirk, as per the rules, God had more initiative, after all being able to decide the number of cards to send, as long as you gather a good hand, you can eliminate the unnecessary cards one by one, unlike a believer who must send three cards each round.

The believer sacrifices first, he saw Bruce across him casually draw three cards from his pile and place them in the middle of the table, Rhomann stretched out his hand and took the three cards.

He had to see what strategy Bruce was playing this game, and that could be discerned from the value and suits of the cards he sent.

As expected, Bruce sent 2, 5, 7, all Diamonds, it seemed he wanted to keep the flush, but also didn't want Rhomann to make a straight, so he sent scattered Diamonds.

With a bit of understanding, Rhomann sent back these three cards along with one of his own, a Heart 3, of course before sending he pretended to shuffle them, not letting Bruce realize that these were the cards he had sent over.

Bruce took them all without showing surprise, and then he picked out three more cards and placed them in the center of the table.

Rhomann picked them up and saw they were 3, 6, 8, all Spades, the Spade 8 was valuable to keep because of its higher number, and because he had previously sent out a Heart 3, taking in another Spade 3 would complete the 3's missing corner.

Yes, Rhomann believed that the initial hand dealt was actually the most stable, in such a scenario, all suit probabilities follow the initial odds, and unless you can only take in without giving, the moment you send one away, the initial probability gets disrupted, and with certainty decreases.

Although cards are also taken in, improving the probabilities of other suits, the cards received are mostly low, and it's a bad deal to trade a slight increase in the odds for lower-valued cards for a decrease in probabilities for other suits.

Rhomann sent back the spare 6, this time sending only one card, Bruce still accepted, and when Bruce again took out three cards, Rhomann said, "I refuse."

Rhomann was brimming with confidence, now his hand was a Heart 3 exchanged for a Spade 3, with an additional Spade 8, so speaking probabilistically, his hand still fundamentally adhered to the initial odds.

And from this round onward, by refusing all cards and sending one out each turn, he could clear 9 low cards and essentially maintain the initial probabilities of other high-valued suited cards, which was most advantageous to him.

Bruce said nothing, he took back the cards he had just offered, waiting for Rhomann to send cards, which Rhomann of course sent from low to high, and to prevent Bruce from guessing his card sequence, he deliberately scrambled the order.

He sent out one, Bruce refused, then it was Bruce's turn to send cards, Bruce sent three, Rhomann refused.

Then things fell into an awkward stalemate, they both sent cards and then both refused, and so it went for three rounds, until the 5th round.

Although Rhomann's hand was very intact at this point, Bruce's hand was the same, as they had barely exchanged any cards, effectively both sides were holding complete decks.

Bruce stood there silently, not even glancing at Rhomann, Rhomann's eyes shifted sideways for a moment, and cold sweat ran down instantly.

Bruce kept shuffling his cards, playing with the Coin on the table, occasionally looking back at the time, looking utterly bored.

"I don't know why you want to gamble with me," Bruce shook his head and said, "Do you think standing at a table makes us equals? Are you really that naive?"

Bruce sighed as if worried for Rhomann, he said, "So what if I lose? What can this ship dare to do to me? What can the people behind you dare to do to me? Whether it takes money or time, things can always be settled."

"I don't know how you got out of prison, but whoever fished you out clearly wanted you to strike hard at me, I can play along for ten rounds like this, leaving it all to luck, but a game is just a game to me, I can use it to try my luck, I don't care about winning or losing, what about you?"

Rhomann's hands, propped on the table, tightened again, despite his reluctance to admit it, he knew Bruce was right, maintaining this deadlock, although their chances on the cards were equal, the situations they faced outside the game were different, and for him, this was a slow Death.

Bruce could afford to lose, but Rhomann couldn't, not only would the person behind him not allow him to fail just like that, even if he did and Bruce was unaffected, even if he survived, Bruce would clearly not let him go; he couldn't afford to lose, he had to win.