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Chapter 583 - 494 Sky-high Price Gamble! (Asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 583: 494 Sky-high Price Gamble! (Asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Just as he described: "stable", the chips on the gambling table were indeed substantial.

Daring to wager tens of millions of US dollars, one definitely couldn’t be a nobody.

Lan Peizhi also glanced over at Jiang Chen.

Although she hadn’t had much interaction with him, she obviously knew quite a bit about Jiang Chen, but for some reason, she chose not to explain to Song Chaoge.

"Raise 50."

Under their gaze, Jiang Chen tossed out chips, directly omitting the "thousand" after the number.

At this point in the game, it seemed like there was little difference between fifty and five million.

"Call."

"Call."

Song Chaoge casually threw a chip in as well.

His hand wasn’t strong, but fifty thousand was still playable.

"Raise fifty."

The Russian tycoon Yevgeny raised the bet.

"Mr. Smith."

The hawk-nosed Englishman toyed with his cigar, "I’ll raise by one million."

Since raising required matching the previous bets of all players, he threw in two million US dollars at once!

When it came to gambling, winning or losing sometimes didn’t have much to do with being shrewd. Up to this point, he was one of the losers at the table, even losing more than Jiang Chen.

However, it seemed he had a strong hand this time.

"Mr. Jiang, it’s your turn to act."

"He’s going to fold again."

Song Chaoge hadn’t finished speaking when Jiang Chen didn’t lean back as usual but pinched up chips worth one and a half million.

"Clang."

He actually called?

A flicker of surprise crossed Song Chaoge’s eyes.

"Call."

The rapper, who looked a bit masculine and had a strong personality, lost the most but was unyielding or perhaps just didn’t lack money, threw in one and a half million chips, significantly reducing the already scant pile in front of her.

"Call."

The Saudi old man pushed his chips out unhurriedly.

"You can fold."

Lan Peizhi, who had been mostly silent, unexpectedly spoke up softly.

Indeed.

The first round of raises to two million, and with the four players ahead all calling, holding a nine and eight of clubs wasn’t worth the risk. The sensible thing to do was to fold.

Song Chaoge had intended to do just that, but Lan Peizhi’s words made him change his mind.

"Aunt Lan, having good hole cards doesn’t guarantee the last laugh. Life is like this, and so is the casino."

"I’m in."

Song Chaoge, with his weak hand, called.

"Call."

The Russian tycoon Yevgeny followed suit.

All six players called.

The first round of betting ended with each having put in two million US dollars, plus the blind of one hundred thousand US dollars.

The pot already had a staggering 12.6 million US dollars!

According to this trend, it was certain that this round would become the biggest one so far!

"Yali, if brother-in-law can win this hand, he can make a comeback."

Xue Yali whispered excitedly.

"Mhm."

Li Shuru nodded, "But it’s also possible that he’ll lose everything."

"..."

Three community cards were dealt.

Ace of hearts, queen of clubs, ten of clubs.

Seeing the three community cards laid out on the dark green table, Song Chaoge adjusted his unnecessary black-rimmed glasses.

"Wasn’t I right, Aunt Lan?"

Lan Peizhi remained silent, staring at the table.

The queen and ten of clubs.

If added to Song Chaoge’s nine and eight of clubs, what seemed like a weak hand suddenly had potential!

That’s the allure of Texas Hold’em.

It can turn the mundane into the magical!

Just one more club jack, and it would be a straight flush!

"Mr. Smith."

Hawk-nosed Smith took a puff of his cigar, releasing a hazy cloud of smoke.

"Raise two million."

Another big bet.

Jiang Chen remained composed.

"Call."

"Call."

The Saudi old man, resting his hands on his cane, clearly intended to fold.

"I raise by two million."

Song Chaoge, just one club jack short, picked up four million in chips and tossed them into the pot.

As the chips clinked against the table, murmurs arose from around the room.

The Russian tycoon involuntarily frowned, glancing at the confidently puffing Englishman, and then at the two Easterners.

The one sitting in the second seat was just calling, making it hard to guess at the moment, but the bespectacled youngster seated at the top seemed to be raising despite knowing the Englishman had a strong hand.

Could it be a bluff?

Or maybe,

He actually had a strong hand?

The Russian tycoon swayed constantly, unable to help himself from checking his cards again.

A pair of tens.

If he added the ten of clubs from the community cards, he would have three of a kind, and he could even aim for a full house, or even four of a kind!

"Call,"

he also threw in four million.

The turn to speak came back to Smith.

Smith, puffing on his cigar, peered at his opponents around the gambling table through a pair of keen eyes shrouded in smoke.

"Raise two million more,"

he said, while holding his cigar in one hand and tossing another four million chips into the pot with the other.

The spectators were thrilled.

Two more community cards were yet to be revealed, but the pot had already breached thirty million!

The pressure was on Jiang Chen.

Xue Yali had long since clenched her hands involuntarily, her body rigid with tension.

Jiang Chen exhaled softly and simply said, "Call."

His one word was worth a fortune.

Another four million chips entered the pot.

"Fuck,"

singer Gelei cursed under her breath and stood up to leave the table.

The reason was simple.

She no longer had sufficient chips to continue calling.

In Texas Hold’em, if you don’t have the money to call, you must fold, which has also become a strategy.

Many players deliberately raise the stakes to force their opponents to fold due to a lack of funds.

Of course,

If you can’t afford to call someone else’s raise, then all the chips you’ve previously bet are lost as well.

As the singer Gelei left her seat, it was Song Chao Ge’s turn.

"Raise another two million."

The murmurs of discussion grew louder instantly!

This gambling round seemed to have turned into a duel between him and the Englishman Smith.

The onlookers were exceedingly excited, curious to see how much the final pot would amount to.

The Russian tycoon’s expression also grew unsightly, as the continual raises by his opponents indicated they might also have three of a kind, or they were betting on a flush or straight.

If he didn’t get a fourth ten in the upcoming two cards, his chances of winning were incredibly slim.

Even a full house might not suffice.

If another A or Q came up, he could indeed form a full house with three of a kind plus a pair, but it was clear that among the three remaining players, someone might have a pair of Aces or Queens in their hole cards.

If he had a full house and the opponent had four of a kind, he was destined to lose.

But to give up like this?

The money he had bet before would go down the drain.

Take a gamble!

"I call!"

As the Russian tycoon Yevgeny followed suit, the pot kept climbing, reaching forty-three million!

Smith, clenching his cigar, had a flicker of indecision in his gaze.

That there were still three players calling was certainly beyond his expectation.

He could roughly guess what those people were betting on.

His hole cards were the Ace of Spades and the Ace of Diamonds—pocket Aces!

One could say he had a sky-high starting hand!

With the current five cards on the board, if the next two community cards weren’t dealt, he would be holding three Aces, unbeatable by anyone!

But Texas Hold’em features a total of five community cards!

Although he could also aim for four Aces, the safest way, obviously, was to force his opponents out in this round, or rather, to knock out as many as he could!

"Raise four million more."

Smith took a deep drag from his cigar and pushed the pot even further up.

Fifty million!

Two cards were yet to be dealt, but the total amount was already nearing fifty million US dollars!

Jiang Chen’s fingertips caressed his two hole cards.

"Mr. Jiang, it’s your turn to act."

This is the cruel nature of Texas Hold’em,

If someone raises, you can only be swept along, throwing in more money. As long as everyone’s bets don’t align, the betting must continue.

This time, Jiang Chen didn’t speak, merely silently tossing six million US dollars into the pot.

"Sister, what hand does brother-in-law actually have?"

Xue Yali could almost hear her own heartbeat.

Just look at the chips in the pot.

Although she could no longer calculate the exact amount, it seemed to have exceeded the total funds managed by her boyfriend!

The capital her mother often bragged about to outsiders was, in this place, merely part of a poker game.

"I don’t know, I didn’t see clearly."

Anyone could tell that the Englishman beside them must have had a strong hand, or he wouldn’t have kept raising the bet.

Li Shuru, of course, understood this as well.

Could it be,

Was he planning to repeat the bluff he pulled during the showdown with Sun Xiyu?

Li Shuru looked at Jiang Chen.

But even after being together for so long, she still found it hard to guess what the man she had put her everything into was thinking.