In the VIP room of a casino, the neon lights flicker so intensely it almost makes one dizzy. Tao Liying leans back in his chair with a cigarette between his fingers, while Li Mazi nervously rubs his hands by the side. As soon as the two see their guests, a fake, disgusting smile immediately spreads across their faces. “Oh, Zichen is here? And you brought your sister to join in on the fun?” Tao Liying flicks the ash from his cigarette, his peripheral vision exchanging a subtle “the fish is hooked” look with Li Mazi. Little do they know, this is all part of Fu Zimo's carefully crafted trap. Fu Zimo calmly adjusts her hair, the special nail polish on her fingers glimmering under the lights—a glittering silver that reflects brightly when exposed to light. As soon as someone dares to change the cards, the shimmer immediately reveals their actions, turning the entire table into her transparent surveillance zone. Meanwhile, Fu Zichen, her brother, secretly operates a micro-camera hidden in his collar, capturing every suspicious glance and signal exchanged under the table. Facing the conspired tactics of Tao and Li—where the strategy is to drain the opponent’s funds no matter the cards—Fu Zimo shows no fear. In fact, she boldly borrows a high-interest loan from the casino owner, betting “nine out, thirteen back.” When the bodyguards bring over ninety thousand chips, stacking them into a small mountain on the table, she leans forward, her gaze sharp as a blade, staring directly at the two men: “If you dare scam the life savings of a fellow villager, you’re ready to gamble with your lives—are your houses and wealth enough to pay?” She plays silently throughout, not looking at her cards or showing any emotion, just coldly watching Tao and Li as they become intoxicated by greed. They first drain their savings, then mortgage their homes, even pulling in other gamblers to pool money, all while shouting, “Guaranteed win, no loss.” Eventually, they start fighting among themselves over how to split the spoils. Fu Zimo casually