The guessing results of the ten rounds just now greatly increased Mr. Jing's confidence, because until this round, the best result Feng Bujue had guessed was only 2a4b...

"Ha! Hahaha..." Looking at Brother Jue, whose face was getting more serious, Mr. Jing couldn't help but laugh proudly, "What's wrong? Where was that arrogance just now?" He raised his head and sneered, "Talk about me.

Is he a third-rate person? What about you? He said one thing after another, but after guessing for a long time...it seems that he is still far from the answer~"

At the same time, next to the railing on the second floor.

"Hmph... What an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "You don't even know that you are finished..."

At this time, the two big men in suits beside the organizer had brought him a telescope and a tablet device that could be connected to all the cameras in the main hall; the organizer could clearly see the images sent back by the tablet.

What the two men wrote on the paper.

"The trash who is not even aware of the existence of the 'Escape Round' actually chooses to 'accept protection'..." The organizer then continued, "There really is no value to be mined in this kind of person except for his organs.

"

"Young Master." B, the big man in a suit, reminded him at this time, "I think this 'Mr. Yan' can only choose to 'accept protection' because what he faces outside is not just a simple debt, but a prison sentence."

Man A in a suit also added: "Mr. Yan's superior is a serious corruption offender who was recently investigated and punished. As one of the people on 'that line', he has made a lot of money. Now, he is in urgent need of some money.

Come to settle the relationship and buy yourself a 'transfer' result. Otherwise... you will have to go to jail."

"I see... he's a bureaucracy." The organizer put his chin on one hand and put down the tablet in his hand, "It's not easy..." His thoughts had already jumped to other places, "Look at how...

Eighty percent of Hewei is no longer eligible for transplantation, which is a six-digit loss..."

Not to mention the organizer's calculation above, let's look back at the gambling table.

Faced with Mr. Jing's provocation, Feng Bujue remained silent for a few seconds. Then, he said something that shocked the other party: "This round, I will put all the remaining money up, 80,000."

At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.

Mr. Jing's proud state suddenly froze and turned into inexplicable embarrassment.

"Wha...what?" Mr. Jing responded two seconds later, "So far you have only guessed 2a, but you actually..."

"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Take your number as an example. It's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations and combinations it has. (Note: Since there is no corner mark here.

You can only do it this way) You can use the idea of ​​​​c16*a55-c26*a44 or the shortcut of a66/2... Anyway, the answer is 36 possibilities; the difficulty is... how to eliminate those 359 incorrect combinations

.With such a large base number, even if there are hints of 'how many a's and how many b', it is still difficult to get the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly...you still have to rely on a little bit of 'luck'."

He paused for a few seconds: "Of course, if you can understand my guessing idea, then you should have noticed... As early as three rounds ago, I was already very close to the answer; at this time, for the 'rules'

People who know enough...or...people who have seen through the meaning of 'those rounds', still have a chance to recover the losses. However...you are obviously not that kind of person."

"What are you talking about? What about 'those rounds'? Aren't the rules obvious?" Mr. Jing panicked. No matter how dull his senses were, Feng Bujue's aura of winning was already strongly conveyed.

coming.

"When I was betting on the round, I deliberately chose the number 'twenty-five rounds', but your reaction showed that you knew nothing about the meaning of this round." Feng Bujue continued, "At this time... I

Your level has been confirmed." He spread his hands and chuckled, "Generally speaking... you don't even know how to play this game. This... is because you abandoned those few without knowing it.

It can also be seen in the 'escape' opportunity of the round', and the state of being completely confused about my guessing ideas..."

When Feng Bujue said this, he drank all the champagne in the glass, paused and said, "Okay, don't be stunned, one minute is almost here."

"Huh? Ah!" In panic, Mr. Jing's decision took only the last five seconds.

When he looked at the timer, his mind was still confused: "What on earth is this kid talking about... I can't understand it! Is it a bluff... If it's a bluff, then I can kill this place just by gritting my teeth."

But just in case..."

"Three...two..." On the other hand, Feng Bujue laughed and started counting down loudly.
Chapter completed!