I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 99 You Lost

Javi's breathing remained unchanged, but a glint of light flashed deep in his eyes.

Five of Hearts, three of them.

He currently has three 5s in his hand. Although it's not a top-tier hand, it's already quite competitive on this board.

Golden Hand looked at Javi.

"Master Jiawei, believe it or not, I know what cards you have in your hand."

Jinzhi pointed to his eyes: "These eyes of mine have seen far too many people. Even a seasoned veteran like you, no matter how well you hide, will eventually be exposed."

He paused for a moment: "You currently have at least one 5 in your hand."

Javier's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Golden Hand noticed this subtle change, and his smile deepened: "I guessed right?"

Javi did not answer.

He simply stared at the golden hand and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he spoke: "Golden Hand, have you ever heard of that term?"

Golden Hand raised an eyebrow: "What word?"

"Anti-routine"

Javier's tone was as calm as if stating a fact: "Do you know what I'm best at?"

Golden Hand remained silent.

Javi continued, "It's not about winning, it's about making your opponent think they've guessed my hand."

The smile on Golden Hand's face slowly faded.

Javi looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Now, do you feel like you guessed pretty accurately?"

Golden Hand remained silent.

But his eyes had begun to waver.

Just then, Fang suddenly spoke up: "Golden Hand, don't get caught up in his scheme."

Golden Hand's face twitched slightly. He took a deep breath and looked at Javi again.

"Alright," he grinned, "Master Javier, you've got some good skills."

He pushed out the remaining chips in front of him: "Five million."

Javi looked at him without saying a word; he was also deep in thought.

What cards does the golden hand hold?

If the player with the golden hand really has three of a kind, or even a straight, then he should fold now.

But was Jin Shou's momentary wavering genuine or an act?

Javier lowered his eyes, his mind racing.

He had heard of Jin Shou's reputation; he was a master of deception and psychological warfare.

This kind of person is best at making you doubt your own judgment.

But conversely, if he really has a big name, why would he say so much?

Why deliberately appear hesitant?

Why make Javi think he "guessed it right"?

A slight smile curved at the corners of Jiawei's mouth.

He looked up at the golden hand.

"Five million," he said, "I'll go for it."

Golden Hand's smile froze for a moment.

Behind the gambling table, Anthony's palms were sweating with nervousness.

He didn't understand psychological warfare or anti-strategy tactics; all he knew was that the chips on the table were piled up like a small mountain.

He looked at his older brother and asked in a low voice, "Brother, can Dad win?"

The elder brother kept his gaze fixed on the gambling table and didn't say a word.

The elder family member standing nearby spoke up for the eldest brother: "Young Master, the Master isn't gambling right now."

Anthony paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you betting on?"

The old man was silent for two seconds, then said, "I'm gambling with my life."

Anthony's face turned pale.

Just then, Fang suddenly stood up.

He walked over to Golden Hand, bent down, and whispered something in his ear.

Golden Hand's eyes lit up, and then he said, "Patriarch Javi, I've been thinking about it, two million is too little."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let's go all out."

He waved to the side.

A member of the Fangtooth gang stepped forward, holding a folder in his hand.

Golden Hand took the folder, placed it on the gambling table, and pushed it in front of Javi.

"These are the three underground casinos our Fang Gang owns in the East District," he said. "Their market value is about twenty million."

He paused, then said, "Adding the remaining two million chips on the table, I'm going all in."

The entire room fell silent.

Anthony's legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

He looked at his older brother, whose expression also changed.

The elderly family member next to him, his hand holding the cane trembling slightly, had nearly eight million in chips, plus three casinos.

This is no longer a gamble; it's a gamble on the entire Fang Gang's assets in the East District.

Golden Hand leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking at Javi with an air of confident certainty.

"Master Javier," he said, "do you dare accept?"

Javi didn't speak; he just stared at the folder in front of him, remaining silent for a very long time.

The casino was eerily quiet.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for Javier's answer.

Anthony's lips were trembling. He wanted to shout, "Dad, don't answer," but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The elder brother's hand rested on the gun handle at his waist, his knuckles turning white.

The old man in the family closed his eyes, it was unclear whether he was praying or waiting to die.

Fang stood behind Golden Hand, his smile growing ever wider.

He is waiting.

Wait for Javi to back down.

Finally, this old fox revealed a flaw.

Then Javi raised his head.

He looked at Golden Hand, at Fangs, and at the documents from the three casinos.

He spoke.

"Golden Hand," he said calmly, "is the card in your hand really that good?"

Golden Hands said arrogantly, "Patriarch Jiawei, guess."

Javi shook his head.

I won't guess.

He stood up, placed his hands on the gambling table, and looked down at Golden Hand: "I only know one thing."

Golden Hand frowned.

Javier continued, "If you were really a big star, you wouldn't be talking to me like this."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet casino, every word was clearly audible: "You would have gone all in and made me fold, but you just said a lot."

You are testing me, observing me, and using various methods to make me doubt my own judgment.

A slight smile played on Jiawei's lips: "That shows that you yourself aren't entirely confident either."

Golden Hand's expression changed.

Javi withdrew his gaze and looked at the folder.

“Three casinos,” he said, “eight million chips.”

"I'll take it!"

The entire room erupted in uproar. Anthony's eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if he could fit an egg in it. His elder brother released his grip on the gun handle, and the family elder suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Javi with trembling lips.

The fanged smile vanished completely.

Golden Hand sat motionless in the chair.

Javi ignored their reactions.

He simply took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a few lines, tore it off, and pushed it to the center of the gambling table.

"These are my three properties in the East District, and their value is no less than your three casinos."

He looked at the golden hand: "Now, reveal the cards."

Golden Hand's hand trembled slightly.

He looked at the two cards in front of him and suddenly felt that they were as heavy as lead.

The dealer's voice rang out: "Please reveal your cards."

Golden Hand took a deep breath and revealed his trump card.

Queen of Hearts, Queen of Spades.

A pair of Qs.

Very good cards.

However, on this hand, it's only slightly above average.

All eyes were on Javi.

Javi calmly turned over his cards.

9 of diamonds, 5 of spades.

Adding the 5 of hearts and 5 of diamonds from the community cards—

Sanjo 5.

The entire room fell silent.

Golden Hand stared at the three 5s, his eyes wide open.

"No—it's impossible—" His voice was hoarse, "You just now—you just now clearly—"

Javi looked at him without saying a word.

He simply stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"Golden Hand," he said, "your trickery is indeed quite good."

He paused for a moment: "Unfortunately, your heart isn't ruthless enough."

Jin Shou slumped in the chair, like a lump of mud.

Anthony finally couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up, waving his fist, and shouted, "We won! Dad won! Three fives won!"

The older brother's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

But he didn't laugh.

He simply looked at Fang across from him.

Fang stood there, motionless.

His face was expressionless.

But his eyes were so cold that no one dared to look directly at him.

He stared at Javi for a very long time.

Then he suddenly laughed.

That smile was uglier than a cry.

"Master Javi," his voice was hoarse, "impressive tactics."

Javi looked at him, his tone flat: "Fang, I told you, by nightfall tomorrow, take your men and get out of East Houston."

Javi didn't look at the Golden Hand again.

He turned around and looked at Fang, who was sitting in the back.

Fang's face could no longer be described as "ashen".

It was gloomy, a gloomy somberness that seemed almost dripping with moisture.

His eyes, like a wolf's, were fixed on Javi.

But Javi simply looked at him, his expression calm.

"Fang," each word he uttered was like a nail driven into Fang's heart, "you lost."