Chapter 1 Threefold Neurasthenia, Game Two

Black Butterfly, having won the shuffle and arrangement rights, attempted to regroup and catch up in the score.

However, after about seven rounds, she experienced... "despair."

The "observation conclusion" that Feng Bujue had mentioned earlier, which he would explain to his opponent in the second game, began to take effect at this moment.

The information he had obtained by sacrificing ten rounds of scoring opportunities was this: "Black Butterfly's memory pattern."

Obviously, in a game like Threefold Neurasthenia, which places extremely high demands on memory ability, it's impossible to succeed without employing certain memory methods and techniques.

Feng Bujue, needless to say, with his memory ability honed through countless trials, coupled with his natural talent, had clearly reached a level where he could handle various situations without deliberately applying patterns.

But... Black Butterfly was different. Even in the later stages of the game, when she applied a fixed memory method, she could only guarantee remembering ninety percent of the known cards, unable to achieve complete memory. And in the early stages of the game, when there were many cards on the table, her memory accuracy was only around seventy percent.

It was precisely to see through the "method" used by his opponent that Feng Bujue had given up all scoring opportunities in the first half of the first game. He constantly flipped unknown cards to cooperate with his opponent's attacks, in order to deduce the memory pattern she was using from every mistake, every card-flipping sequence when scoring, and every time interval for memorizing cards.

After ten rounds, he saw through Black Butterfly's method and immediately formulated a targeted interference strategy.

Of course, he did not use this strategy in the first game, as it was already in the eleventh round, and the number of unknown cards on the table had been greatly reduced, making the strategy less effective.

It could be said that Feng Bujue entered the first game with the mindset of "even if I lose the first game, I must complete my observation."

But in the end, he still won...

With this, when he started using the strategy against his opponent's memory method in the second game, the outcome became certain.

Even though Black Butterfly adopted an "orderly arrangement" method when arranging the cards to improve her memory efficiency, it couldn't stop Brother Jue, who had already seen through her memory patterns, from interfering.

In the second game, Brother Jue would occasionally skip one or two positions on his opponent's methodical card-flipping path and flip a card, scoring without hesitation.

The psychological burden brought about by the previous game's defeat, the absolute pressure in spirit and momentum, the constant trash talk, and the disruptive card-flipping that clearly targeted her memory patterns... these things quickly crushed Black Butterfly.

After only ten rounds, Feng Bujue was already leading his opponent by a huge margin of 45 to 12, and there were already two known Infernal Purgatory cards on the table. In this situation, Black Butterfly wanted to win only if the "opponent deliberately flipped three Infernal Purgatory cards to commit suicide" and "the opponent did not score in all the following rounds."

When this "opponent" was Feng Bujue, the above assumptions were undoubtedly impossible...

In the end, after some struggle and hesitation, Black Butterfly, whose thoughts and emotions had fallen into chaos, chose to surrender.

Although this meant she was out of the running for the final prize worth millions of dollars, she could at least take away the prize money she had won in the Guess the Number Duel. After disembarking, with this money, perhaps she could still find a way out of her predicament.

"Hold on."

Just as Black Butterfly was about to leave the gambling table and return to her cabin to rest, suddenly... a man in a suit and sunglasses blocked her path.

"Is there anything else?" Black Butterfly replied weakly, "I'm very tired and want to go back to re..."

"Madam," the suited man interrupted her and continued, "our boss has announced... that you have advanced, and you can stay for the next round of the duel."

Hearing the word "advanced," Black Butterfly was a little dazed. After a few seconds, she exclaimed in surprise, "What? Really?"

Before she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the second floor of the main hall. At the same moment, the organizer sitting there also raised his glass to her in a gesture.

This change of events made Black Butterfly overjoyed, as if she had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff. For a moment... she didn't know what to say.

"Also..." Then, the suited man turned his face to Brother Jue and said coldly, "This gentleman, your qualification has been revoked."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue was not too surprised when he heard this news. "What's the reason?"

"I don't know." The suited man was telling the truth. "You can ask our boss directly..." As he spoke, he raised an arm and gestured towards the second floor, saying, "Please."

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Five minutes later.

On the first floor of the main hall, the Threefold Neurasthenia duel was still in progress.

But the organizer and Feng Bujue had left the cabin and come to a deck on the third floor of the cruise ship.

At this time, the sea breeze was gentle, and the night was deep.

Two men sat opposite each other at the ends of a small square table and began a conversation.

"Can you adjust the lights a little bit to the side? The lenses on my mask aren't sunglasses." After Feng Bujue sat down, he made a request to a suited man standing beside him without any restraint.

"Heh..." The organizer smiled softly when he heard this and then gestured to the suited man.

As soon as he saw his boss's order, the man quickly went over and turned a deck searchlight a few meters away by more than a dozen degrees, darkening the area.

"Do you have any other requests?" After a few seconds, the organizer said to Brother Jue.

"Yes, I want your prize." Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-course tone.

"Hehe... you're really direct." The organizer laughed. "But... the prize is prepared for my 'guests', but you... don't seem to be on my invitation list."

"Oh... have you finally discovered it?" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and replied lazily.

"Yes, it's not too difficult to investigate if I really want to. Who told you to arouse my curiosity?" As the organizer spoke, he gestured to the suited strongman A beside him. The latter immediately handed over a paper file. "I don't know how you managed to add the name Jiang Daode to my guest list, but I have to admit, your methods are very clever..." He threw the file directly onto the table. The first page had Jiang Daode's photo printed on it. "First of all, according to the information, Jiang Daode's situation does meet my invitation conditions. It seems... the game company he runs has recently been found to have tax evasion problems, and it also involves some illegal drug experiments. Secondly, my men can't find any recent information about Jiang Daode at all. It feels like he has become a missing person, but there are no related reports in the public security department..."

Speaking to this point, he paused for a moment, then said, "Heh... of course, none of these are problems anymore, because..." He looked up at Brother Jue, "...you are not Jiang Daode."

"Well, I'm not." Now that things had come to this, Brother Jue didn't need to deny it anymore; even without looking at his face, one could tell that the age didn't match based on his body shape and appearance alone.

"Then..." The organizer's voice turned cold. "Can you take off your mask and let me see... who exactly you are?"

His words were clearly not a request, but a demand...

"Who I am..." Feng Bujue was very cooperative. As he spoke, he raised his hands and began to untie the straps of his mask. "...does it matter?"

"Not necessarily..." The organizer replied, "But... purely out of curiosity, I also want to see what you look like."

"Then you might be disappointed..." As he spoke these words, Feng Bujue had already taken off his mask.

However, he did not reveal his face because... at this moment, his face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, the sockets of his eyes were filled with black eye shadow, and on his mouth and cheeks... a heavy, grinning "smile" had been drawn with bright red lipstick.

"You..." Even the organizer was stunned when he saw the face under the mask.

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue laughed, and the "smile" on his face became even more exaggerated and strange with his laughter. "Don't you like this kind of tune? Hehe... come on... smile with me... why... so... serious?"