"Hearts! Hearts! Hearts! It must be hearts!". "No! It's spades, it must be spades!" In the noisy gambling city, people kept shouting. Yes, they were placing bets. The winner would get 10 million bets. It was obvious that the bets were on the flop. One party bets on hearts and the other on spades. In order to prevent cheating, the entire deck of playing cards was marked. The answer was about to be revealed. The playing cards were placed on the table with their backs facing up. Both parties were waiting to see who would win the 10 million bet. Just when the dealer was about to flip the cards, a dull voice came over. "It's a plum blossom." In an instant, the entire casino fell silent. Three seconds later, people began to talk about it, including ridicule, sarcasm, and confusion. "There can be no clubs!" The players on hearts and spades said at the same time. "When we were gambling, we picked out all the clubs and diamonds. How could there be clubs?" A player said sarcastically. What none of them noticed was that the pile of cards had been quietly replaced. The lights in the casino were dim, and the man's face could not be seen clearly. The black jazz hat blocked his eyes, and the heavy shoulder pads pressed on his shoulders. A strange and confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His long hair fell on his shoulders, and his black suit set off his temperament. Everyone around him held their breath, unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts. He was the twister of fate, the master of cards, Drizzt. After knowing his identity, the spade gambler mysteriously quit this game-like gambling.