Iron Bull Legend

"It seems that Mr. Netasis is fully confident and wants to go crazy with me. Well, if I don't, my friends around me will look down on me. I will also go with you. I wonder if you will follow me?" Davas arrogantly threw a check directly into the pile of chips, just like throwing away a piece of waste paper.

"You are so courageous. You guys go on. I'd like to toss around a bit more with these old bones. I'll just watch the show and say nothing." A blond man laughed and threw down the cards in his hand.

"I won't go either, because Netasis is so weird today. We all looked at the cards but he still dared to gamble like crazy. It seems that his luck today is really off the charts and all the good luck has been taken away by him." Another middle-aged man with a face full of regret also threw down the cards in his hand and leaned back in a wide chair. A young and beautiful girl next to him directly brought him a glass of brandy.

"What you are saying is that I just like to gamble with you all. Am I blessed by God? I didn't even look at the cards I played, so why did you stop?" Netasis said with a smile without waiting for the gentlemen below to finish throwing their cards.

"Since you've followed, I'll add a little more to the bet. Anyway, we don't know each other's points, so why not add a little more?" The bearded man took out another check, wrote the numbers on it, and threw it directly on the gambling table without even blinking.

"Okay, I'll follow you, but I bet twice as much as you. I wonder if Mr. Darvas is still willing to follow." Netasis laughed, as if that little bit of money was blown by the wind.

Netasis's brain had already analyzed the cards in everyone's hand, because his brain had an amazing memory. He had memorized every card when the dealer shuffled the cards. This was an ability of his and an advantage of his super brain.

Over the years, relying on his extraordinary memory, he built a solid empire for himself. He was noticed by the upper echelons of the Jewish organization and recruited into their camp, making his impoverished family rich again and becoming middle class.

His current net worth is over 10 billion, which is very impressive because many businessmen do not have cash flow, and he also has a private manor as a family residence.

"Mr. Netasis, it seems that you are very confident that you can win this bet?" Davas laughed and stared at Netasis' eyes, trying to get some information from him. This is how a shrewd businessman and gambler grasps and judges his opponent.

"Haha, Mr. Davas, what you said is very interesting. What is this? This is gambling. The word gambling is used to describe our game. Winning or losing is just a matter of a moment. Either I lose or I win. If I could have X-ray vision or have a shrewd gambling technique, I would have made a fortune a long time ago. Why bother working for others? Don't you think so?"

"Okay, this is a classic saying. Since Mr. Netasis said so, I'll bet with you..." Davas held a check in his hand, his eyes still fixed on Netasis, but he didn't put the check on the gambling table. As long as he put it down lightly, the bet would be settled.

"Why don't you make a move? What do you mean by looking at me like that? Are you not confident in your cards, Mr. Davas, or are you sure that you have already lost? It's not like Mr. Davas to be so hesitant. We have been on this island for such a long time, and you have won from me more than once or twice. Why don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"Haha, it's because every time I win from you, it's just a small amount of money, but every time you take away from me, it's billions of dollars. I'm a little scared of Mr. Netasis, haha. Davas still stared at Netasis, and finally, he gritted his teeth and threw the check on the table, "I'll open yours, and I don't want to look at my own cards. Win or lose is all here."

"Well, in order not to hurt our friendship, this little money is just right. The funds on the table are only about 500 million or 600 million. No one will be hurt, right?"

"Then let's solve the mystery together, let us witness whether my God has brought me good luck." Davas' eyes twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he held the cards in his hand and opened them directly.

Many of the gamblers watching were staring at the cards that fell on the table. It happened that Netasis opened his cards first and placed them next to Darvas's cards. Everyone exclaimed in surprise. It must be said that Netasis' luck was still so great.

"Alas, God is still on your side, and I still lost. I have prepared myself mentally for such an ending. Congratulations, congratulations." Davas squinted his eyes and looked at Netasis.

"It's just luck. To be honest, I don't have any idea about the game. But I just like to gamble because it's exciting and fun. If I really know everything, it will be no fun and I will lose the feeling of gambling, don't you think?"

"Well, you are right. Then, you two can let me go back to my room to rest. I am old and don't have as much energy as you young people. Also, my heart is a burden. A hand of cards worth hundreds of millions is really too much for my old bones to bear, haha."

"Okay, Mr. Davas, when you feel better, come over again. I will compete with you. I hope you won't be disappointed and get some chips back from me."

"I hope so. I'm old now and I can't help but admit it. There's really no benefit in competing with you young people in luck. Haha, I'm going back." After saying goodbye, Davas left.

This is also the reason why he has been observing Netasis in the past few days. Every time he wins less and loses more, he has some psychological trauma. This situation makes him suspect that Netasis and the dealer have insider trading, but this is just speculation and there is no substantial evidence.

Winning or losing such a small amount of money is nothing to these old-fashioned financial groups, but every gamble involves a loss of around 10 billion, which is really unwilling and even makes them angry.

This is the mentality of gamblers. If they lose, they think about winning it back. However, this Netasis is like a slippery loach. When you have a good hand, the opponent will leave the field without you noticing. Moreover, he leaves so naturally and cleanly that no one can find any fault with it.

This is an old fox. His age does not match his appearance at all. He looks like a young man, but he is experienced as a veteran who has been in the business world for many years. You love and hate him, and you hate him to the point of gritting your teeth.

Netasis is just a microcosm on this small island, because he is an elite talent of the Besita Group here. There are many elite talents like him, and they are all elites in various industries.

At the same time, there is another reason for bringing together all the talented elites from all walks of life of the Jewish consortiums around the world this time, and that is to avoid risks. After all, the outside world is full of viruses, and if these people have the slightest mistake, then all these years of training will lose their meaning.

Another reason is that they retain the best seeds among these elite talents. As elite talents, their genes are also the best. They want elite offspring to continue the future development of the Jewish people, that is, to use these people as studs to breed offspring.

The girls introduced from all over the world are surrogate mothers for reproduction. They are also playthings for these people here and tools for entertainment for these elites.

This level is a place that only elites and politicians can reach. Here, there is nothing you can't do, only things you can't think of. This is the most advantageous aspect of this mysterious island.

The next floor below the casino is the training ground, which is also the place for these elites to exercise and keep fit in their spare time. All kinds of equipment are the highest quality sports equipment provided by the world's top sporting goods companies, fully guaranteeing the sports experience of every guest who comes here to exercise.

At this time, a handsome man with fresh features aimed at a target fifty meters away with a Browning pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger. A small hole on the target two rings away from the center of the bull's eye showed that his marksmanship was excellent.

"Bang, bang, bang..." A series of gunshots rang out, and several holes appeared on the target. The only bull's eye was also a hole where the bullet had passed through. The people around clapped and praised and admired.

Afterwards, some people took various types of guns and shot at the bull's eye in the distance. This was the game of the upper class. They all had businesses or official positions with countless assets. This time coming to the island to spend time was also a kind of leisure.

Practicing gun shooting and competing is a game they play in their spare time, and it is also a way for them to relax when they come to this isolated island.

Not far away, a young man in his thirties was lying on an artificially built fortress, with the sniper rifle in his hand aimed at a target at the farthest point. His breath was very steady, and his long breathing and concentration showed that he was undoubtedly a sniper with a natural talent for sniping.

Several companions around him were also watching his every move, because, among them, he was the most powerful, and no one could surpass his performance in the sniper rifle competition. The moment the gunshot rang out, there was already a black hole in the center of the distant target.

This is a basement. There is no interference from outside wind or sudden wind blowing to change the bullet's shooting trajectory. The bullet has no obstruction and hits the target directly, passing through the center of the bull's eye and hitting the target directly.

Reminded by the sound of the target being reported not far away, a group of people cheered excitedly, which also made the young man lying on the fortification reveal a sense of arrogance and confidence. This was his achievement, and no one had been able to break it.