I have ten trillion licking dog gold

All in!

Another all-in!

That's so damn cool.

Boss Jiang may not be a skilled gambler; to be honest, he might not even be as good as anyone else present. But his powerful aura intimidated the entire hall.

This applies to any circle.

Older people seek stability, while newcomers are often full of vigor and disregard the consequences.

In the completely silent crowd, perhaps only Young Master Xiang, who had experienced the other party's methods firsthand, was unsurprised...

wrong.

And there's Song Shao.

Song Shao has also suffered.

Otherwise, why would you say "again"?
History doesn’t simply repeat itself, but it often does have striking similarities.

That's good now.

It was a truly swift and decisive victory.

They pushed everything together, then opened the game, and then announced that they were off work. All in all, they hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly.

Attacked by the memories of the dead, Song Shao, feeling a sense of déjà vu as if everything had happened, lost his expression.

The opponent spoke.

The decision is now in his hands.

To call or not to call.

All or not all.

this is a problem.

"Young Master Song, what do you mean?"

Mr. Jiang smiled.

"Brother Jiang, you're so lucky, you got A on the very first try?"

Song Chaoge appeared to be testing the waters, but at the same time, he held a bargaining chip in his right hand, and even more so, he held the hearts of the audience in his grasp.

Oh.

The first one to be affected was none other than Zhong Tingwang, who was sitting right next to him.

He had just seen Mr. Song's trump card.

There is no A.

The community card has an Ace.

If that idiot has an Ace and hit top pair, even though Texas Hold'em is unpredictable and you can gamble on the turn and river, his chances of winning are not optimistic, or even pitifully small.

Gambling is nothing more than a game of probability.

"Mr. Song, there's no rush."

Zhong Tingwang couldn't hold back and whispered a reminder.

Don't blame him for being so lacking in self-control as the dignified King of Gambling in Asia.

Why don't you try it?
Although he didn't personally take the stage, he staked his future on it, so how could he not be cautious?

Therefore, whether it's a female or male companion is not important; personality is very important.

Song Shao held onto his chips, and judging from his body language, he seemed to want to go all in. However, under Zhong Xiaoye's influence, he slowly loosened his grip.

Seeing this, Zhongting Wang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Don't ask, "Isn't everything already arranged?"

Who the hell cheats right from the start?

Those present weren't fools; they were experts among experts.

You can only blame Boss Jiang for not following the usual path; he went all in on the first round. Who plays like that?!
"I won't follow."

Song Shao leaned back in his seat and rationally chose to fold.

Zhongtingwang glanced coldly at the person opposite him.

Boss Jiang smiled, neither arrogant nor impatient, and gave Young Master Song a thumbs up.

A provocation tactic?

Or is it an affirmation of the other party?
unimportant.

Anyway, he won a chip.

The dealer begins dealing the second hand of cards.

"Master."

Why does Hui's voice move but her mouth remain still?

She saw someone's hand, of course; there was an Ace.

This is a classic case of extortion.

But gambling is like that; it's a multi-dimensional contest of luck, courage, boldness, acting skills, and intelligence, not just a contest of a few cards.

"Keep a low profile."

Mr. Jiang was being quite modest. He had only won ten million, which was only one-tenth of the total. It was nothing to be proud of. The outcome was still uncertain, and the result was still unknown.

In the exchange of glances, two trump cards were revealed once again.

"Come and see."

Boss Jiang moved his trump card to He Yihui.

"Don't blame me if you get bad cards."

"In Texas Hold'em, there are no bad hands."

Boss Jiang might not be the best technically, but he has a high level of understanding. He Yihui is no ordinary woman; she wouldn't be coy and immediately grabbed two cards. They turned out to be a pair of Jacks of Diamonds and a Jack of Clubs.

Holding a pair in each arm!
Even if it's not a top-tier hand, it's still a truly good hand.

They exchanged a silent glance, neither speaking nor showing any emotion. He Yihui calmly covered her hand.

"Mr. Song will speak first in this round."

Song Shao, being a tech-savvy person, planned to check the public signs first, and then said, "Pass."

"Mr. Jiang."

What's the point of living through it all?

"Crackling and popping."

That's right.

Not to mention others, He Yihui's eyes narrowed.

Someone threw out all their chips again, and the words that had just been spoken rang out again in the VIP room.

"All in."

fast.

That's incredibly fast.

Is this Texas?
You can't even play dice like that!

Fuck your mother!

Song Shao was alright, after all, they knew each other well and he was experienced, but Zhong Tingwang wasn't mentally prepared enough. His temples throbbed, and he cursed angrily in his heart.

This is when the importance of just winning a chip becomes apparent.

Even if they lose this round, those little devils will still have two chips left, giving them a way out. But if they lose, they lose completely, with absolutely no room for error.

This time, Song Shao didn't rush to speak, but instead looked at Zhong Tingwang and asked, "What do you mean?"

Before he could even feel flattered, and without a care in the world, Zhong Tingwang, his heart pounding with excitement, said urgently, "I wasn't mistaken just now, our trump cards are 10 and J, right?"

"Ah."

Song Shao expressed his approval.

Indeed, their luck was a bit bad. Although they got a Jack, which reduced the chances of Mr. Jiang getting a three of a kind, objectively speaking, this combination of cards was not as good as the pair of Jacks that He Yihui had drawn.

Sometimes, being a lesbian can be a bonus.

Of course.

This means that the third eye has been opened.

Neither side in a battle knows the other's hand.

"Fuck it, Mr. Song. If he goes all-in again in the next game, I'll send him to meet God."

Zhongting Wang said coldly.

Song Shao was respectful to scholars and listened to their good advice, choosing to continue discarding his cards.

Without leaving a trace, Zhong Tingwang gave the croupier a wink.

The dealer understood immediately.

Boss Jiang is an unpredictable and unfathomable person. Just when everyone was reasonably wondering if he would go all in with a crazy all-in strategy, he suddenly became normal again.

After several rounds, the 20 million won was given back, and the two sides were back to square one.

After a stack of ten chips, the hole cards were finally brought to He Yihui. "You're luckier than me."

Why are you always thinking about cheating?

"Or to be more precise, am I the one who brings you good fortune?"

Miss He was also not humble. When the situation returned to equilibrium, she took the initiative, reached out and grabbed the bottom card, covered the corner with her fingers, and then slowly rubbed it open.

Boss Jiang's eyes lit up, and he even forgot to control his expression. "—Awesome."

"Shhh."

He Yihui reminded them to cover their cards as if nothing was wrong.

"Mr. Jiang, please speak."

"All in."

really.

It's another one!
When he could decide the outcome in one go, Jiang Chen chose to do so again.

All eyes were on the chips being tossed, watching them collide, bounce, and come to rest.

Mr. Jiang, his fingers intertwined, elbows resting on the gambling table, looked at his two opponents with an air of elegance.

"Young Master Song, I've gone all in. You won't just not bet even once, will you?"

That's too obvious a provocation.

But there was nothing we could do.

I just couldn't control myself.

He Yihui gave him a pair of Aces.

That's right.

A top-tier card!

If this weren't in the Golden Palace, and not a game organized by that bird group, he would have suspected that He Yihui had helped him cheat.

He's not a techie, but he does have some basic knowledge.

Holding a pair of A's.

tell me.

How could we possibly lose?! (End of Chapter)