Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 192 The God of Misfortune

But before he could fully relax, the second gambler revealed his hand.

A pair of Ks.

His best hand is three Kings and a pair of 9s.

It's also smaller than Dianeson's hand.

Dianeson's heart began to race.

He looked at the third gambler.

The man smiled and revealed his hand.

One 10, one J.

The community cards already contain A, K, Q and 9.

It formed a straight, but it wasn't a flush.

Dianeson quickly made a comparison.

It's smaller than his gourd.

He won?

No, there's one more person.

Dianeson looked at the last gambler who had called.

That's the guy who just made fun of him.

The man slowly flipped over the cards in his hand.

Two cards are placed on the table.

[9 of Clubs] [9 of Spades]

Dianeson's eyes widened instantly.

Four 9s?!

The man smiled, revealing a bright smile.

"Sorry, four."

Diane opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Four items, number 9.

There are two 9s in the community cards, plus the two 9s in his hand, making a total of four.

It's bigger than his gourd.

Dianeson slumped in the chair, looking as if his soul had been ripped out.

He stared at the four 9s, his eyes almost bleeding from their intensity.

Just a little bit.

It was so close!

If his final community card hadn't been an Ace, but something else, he might not have lost so badly.

But it happens to be A.

A made him think he had a sure win.

Let him go all in on A.

Let A lose every last penny.

Dianeson leaned back in his chair, panting heavily.

More than four million, gone.

It's all gone.

From ten million, to more than four million, and then back to zero.

One night.

They haven't won a single game.

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Amin, do you think I'm right?"

Dianeson turned around abruptly.

Chen Yuan stood not far away, arms crossed, a smile on his face.

That smile, to Dianeson, was more glaring than anything else.

He Min's face showed sympathy.

"This guy is so unlucky!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone around the quiet gambling table could hear her clearly.

There was no sarcasm or gloating in his tone; it was pure, heartfelt sympathy.

It's like seeing a stray dog ​​that's been caught in the rain.

Dianeson's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He jumped up from the chair, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He raised his hand, pointing at Chen Yuan, his fingers trembling.

"If you've got the guts, then get on the table!"

His voice was so loud that the entire casino could hear it, and people around him turned to look.

"What kind of skill is that?!"

All eyes turned to them, scanning back and forth between Chen Yuan and Dai Ansen.

Whispers arose.

"Who is this person?"

"That unlucky guy who always loses at gambling."

"Oh, that's him, the one who lost over ten million."

"No wonder he got so worked up after losing so much."

"That young man, he was just watching the show, why did he have to make sarcastic remarks?"

"If I lost that much and heard people making sarcastic remarks, I would also get anxious."

Dianeson listened to these discussions, his chest heaving violently.

He Min instinctively grabbed Chen Yuan's arm.

"Ah Yuan, let's ignore him."

She said it softly, her fingers clenched tightly.

She saw clearly the outcome of the more than ten million yuan win or loss just now.

Dianeson lost over ten million in a short period of time and got carried away; people in that state are capable of anything.

She now strongly agrees with what Chen Yuan said: "Nine out of ten gamblers lose."

It wasn't that we lost to the bookmakers, it was that we lost to ourselves.

Chen Yuan's smile remained faint.

"I don't gamble..."

"Tch~"

Dianeson let out a loud, shrill laugh.

"Then don't shout here!"

He spread his arms and looked around, as if making a declaration to everyone.

"What right does someone who doesn't even dare to gamble have to point fingers at those at the gambling table?"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He simply put his arm around He Min's waist.

"but."

He smiled.

"She can; she can take my place."

He Min was stunned for a moment.

Then her expression changed.

She has no idea how to do this!

From childhood to adulthood, she had barely even touched a mahjong tile, let alone a foreign game like Texas Hold'em.

She looked anxious, but she was too embarrassed to embarrass her man, so she lowered her voice and whispered in Chen Yuan's ear.

"Ah Yuan, I won't... Don't pay attention to him, let's go..."

"cut!"

Dianeson's voice rang out again, drowning out all the whispers.

"You're pushing a woman out to take the bullet?"

He pointed at Chen Yuan, his face filled with undisguised mockery.

"Does this guy only dare to hide behind women?"

Chen Yuan looked at him with a grin.

"Is that not allowed?"

He tilted his head.

"Do you have a woman to hide from?"

Dianeson's expression froze.

He did not.

Chen Yuan continued to laugh.

"Besides, my woman is known as the Goddess of Gamblers in Wan Chai."

He said this with such certainty that it sounded like he was stating a fact.

"You're just waiting to lose money!"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at He Min.

"If I say you can, then you can."

His voice was soft, but it possessed an undeniable power.

He Min looked at him, opened her mouth as if to say something, but said nothing.

Chen Yuan had already taken her small hand and led her towards the gambling table.

He pressed He Min down into an empty chair.

That location was right across from Dianeson.

Chen Yuanzhi stood up and looked at the croupier.

"Deal the cards."

Dianeson paused for a moment.

He didn't expect Chen Yuan to actually dare.

But soon he burst out laughing.

"You really don't know how!"

He plopped back down in his seat, crossed his legs, and looked smug.

"You don't even have any chips, what are you even playing for!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Yuan wore a humble smile, a smile that looked harmless.

He looked at the croupier.

What is the minimum bet?

The croupier glanced at him.

"The minimum is ten thousand."

"Then give me ten thousand."

Chen Yuan pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket.

Exactly ten, no more, no less.

Taurus.

The dealer took the money, picked up a round chip from the table, and pushed it in front of Chen Yuan.

Ten thousand yuan in chips.

It was red, small, and looked as meager as a piece of candy compared to the mountain of chips on the table.

Chen Yuan picked up the chip and placed it in front of He Min.

Dianeson looked at the lone red chip and laughed even louder.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Ten thousand yuan? Ten thousand yuan?!"

He pointed to the chip.

"You won't even make it to the end in this round!"

The people around them started to chuckle.

Indeed, 10,000 chips can be lost in the blink of an eye at a Texas Hold'em table.

Dianeson had laughed enough.

He pulled out his checkbook and quickly wrote down a few numbers.

Then, with a "rip," it was torn off and handed to the waiter.

"Give me twenty million in chips!"

His voice was loud and clear, as if he were announcing something.