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Chapter 579 - 492 -5(7k)_4

Chapter 579: 492 -5(7k)_4

Not mentioning Lan Peizhi, even the several players at the gambling table, including the Saudi old man who had lost the most, showed little emotional fluctuation.

It was only one round.

No big deal.

But for "ordinary person" Xue Yali, such composure was not present.

Eight million US dollars for one round.

Could her boyfriend’s managed 50 million US dollar fund withstand several rounds here?

That’s often how people’s perspectives are broadened.

At the end of the round, the croupier opened a new deck of playing cards, while the previous ones were tossed into a shredder.

"No need to check, just start,"

the Russian tycoon Yevgeny said.

The others nodded in agreement.

A casino wouldn’t pull tricks in this kind of game—after all, unlike dice, Texas Hold’em relies on the rake for the casino’s profit. Who loses and who wins is of no concern to the casino.

The second round began.

Jiang Chen’s hand this time was significantly better, a pair of queens.

"One hundred thousand."

Smith, first in betting order, again raised one hundred thousand.

"Raise half a million."

Jiang Chen tossed in his chips.

Lan Peizhi glanced over this way.

Jiang Chen noticed and smiled back at her.

The Latin singer Gelei promptly folded.

"Call,"

"Call,"

"Call,"

"Call,"

Excluding Gelei, five players wagered half a million US dollars, entering the next round.

Three community cards were dealt.

Queen of Spades, Nine of Clubs, Three of Clubs.

Another queen!

Although two community cards were still to be revealed, with just these five cards, Jiang Chen had a three of a kind.

Undoubtedly stronger than the first round.

"Mr. Smith to act."

Smith, fingering his cigar, took a gentle draw, "Check."

"Raise half a million."

Jiang Chen chose to raise again.

Gelei had folded, and it was the Saudi old man’s turn.

"I raise another million."

Still vigorous in old age.

Jiang Chen looked towards Song Chao Ge.

"Call,"

his opponent said nonchalantly as he tossed in 1.5 million in chips.

"I’ll call too,"

Yevgeny was not to be outdone.

The chips in the pot rapidly increased.

Queen of Spades, Nine of Clubs, Three of Clubs.

With three queens in hand, could any of these people be holding three nines, or two pairs?

Or perhaps,

they were betting on a straight flush?

Regardless, holding three queens, there definitely was no reason to fold.

"I raise another two million."

"Clang."

Chips were thrown into the pot.

Xue Yali’s heart beat uncontrollably.

The players’ gazes momentarily focused on Jiang Chen’s face.

Jiang Chen remained impassive, inscrutable.

The Saudi old man folded.

"Call,"

to Jiang Chen’s surprise, Song Chao Ge called again.

The Russian tycoon Yevgeny also seemed to have excellent hole cards, fondling his emerald ring as he also chose to call.

The onlookers whispered among themselves.

The fourth community card was dealt.

Nine of Diamonds.

The Russian tycoon Yevgeny visibly darkened at the sight.

Clearly, he had been hoping for a straight flush.

"Mr. Jiang to act."

Three queens and a pair of nines; Jiang Chen now had a full house.

"Raise another two million,"

Jiang Chen threw in another two million US dollars, bold and resolute like a tiger.

Song Chao Ge looked his way.

Jiang Chen offered a friendly, slight smile.

Song Chaoge returned with a polite smile, and then,

"I’ll call."

He called again?

Jiang Chen was genuinely surprised.

It was clear that he had a strong hand, and yet the opponent didn’t back down at all?

Yevgeny predictably chose to fold.

Now, only two Eastern men remained at the gambling table.

At last, the fifth community card was dealt.

"Another 9?!"

Gasps rose all around!

The five community cards were: spade Q, heart 9, club 9, diamond 9, and club 3.

This second 9 meant nothing to Jiang Chen, since his hand was already a full house.

But for someone else, it could be different.

Jiang Chen looked at Song Chaoge and discovered that the latter was also looking at him, wearing a genial smile on his face.

"Mr. Jiang, it’s your turn to act."

Even though it was his first time playing, Jiang Chen understood that if Song Chaoge had kept calling up to this point, unless he was bluffing, it most likely meant that Song Chaoge’s hole card included a 9!

One hole card 9 plus the three 9s in the community cards would make four-of-a-kind, overpowering his full house.

"Check."

Jiang Chen didn’t blindly raise the bet any further.

But what he couldn’t understand was why Song Chaoge chose to check as well.

Could it be that he didn’t have the last 9?!

If he had four-of-a-kind, he should be pushing to raise the bet aggressively in a position of certainty.

But why was he confident enough to call this far without the last 9?

Jiang Chen really couldn’t figure it out.

"Please reveal your cards."

With no further bets, they moved on to the showdown.

Jiang Chen turned over his hole cards.

"Mr. Jiang’s hole cards are a pair of Qs, three Qs plus a pair of 9s, a full house."

The croupier gestured towards Song Chaoge, "Mr. Song, your turn to show your cards."

Everyone looked at Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge reached out and flipped over his hole cards.

There, surprisingly, was the last spade 9.

What the other card was didn’t matter anymore.

"Four 9s, Mr. Song has four-of-a-kind. Mr. Song wins."

Song Chaoge, who had now won two hands in a row without arrogance or impatience, didn’t hurry to take the chips into his possession but rather gave Jang Chen an apologetic smile.

Jiang Chen returned a nonchalant smile gracefully.

In fact, when the fifth community card turned out to be the third 9, he realized that his chances were slim, but Song Chaoge’s decision not to raise on the last round gave him a sliver of hope.

Looking at the situation now, it seemed that his opponent had deliberately "shown mercy" by not raising.

But what Jiang Chen couldn’t understand was, it was one thing for the fourth community card to be a 9, but how could he be so confident to bet that the last community card would turn up to be the final 9?

Jiang Chen asked himself if he would have made the same gamble. If he had a single 9 in his hand, he felt that he probably would have folded even before the fifth community card was dealt.

Gambling.

Luck and courage are both indispensable.

Seeing Song Chaoge in front of him with the largest pile of chips, Jiang Chen realized that he was a genuinely skilled player.

"I actually lost this one."

Xue Yali looked regretful.

Having a pair of Qs was an incredibly lucky start, but then three 9s came out in the community cards, turning the game around completely.

"Brother-in-law, it seems your luck isn’t that great after all..."

Xue Yali said tactfully.

Jiang Chen, who was previously boasting, felt a bit embarrassed, "Can’t be helped, the other guy had the guts to keep calling with just a 9. I lost fairly."

Indeed.

He was utterly convinced by his loss this round.

And losing money to Song Chaoge didn’t bother him at all.

Although he didn’t know what Song Chaoge’s relationship was with Lan Peizhi, the fact that the two of them came to Las Vegas together suggested a close relationship. Losing money to Song Chaoge might even endear him to Lan Peizhi.

It’s the same principle as courting a girl by getting on good terms with her close friend.

Jiang Chen had to admit that he was a true optimist, finding excellent reasons to console himself even when losing money. But soon he realized he had made a huge mistake in his thinking.

[Lan Peizhi’s favorability towards you -5]

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

What?!

He couldn’t believe it and quickly checked the favorability score.

45.

Yes.

It had indeed decreased by 5 points!

Jiang Chen found it incomprehensible.

Favorability could actually decrease?!

This situation was completely unprecedented!

Jiang Chen realized for the first time that he might have underestimated the difficulty of this mission!

Jiang Chen instinctively looked across the table.

He saw that woman, who intimidated countless men, sitting by Song Chaoge’s side, her ageless face showing neither joy nor sorrow.