My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 557 - 360: You guys go first! _2

Chapter 557: Chapter 360: You guys go first! _2

Only the last card remained unturned.

If this final card was a spade, he would have a flush in his hand.

In the rules of Texas Poker, a flush is considered a strong hand...

However, the odds were undoubtedly slim...

"Buzz~" Just at this moment, the receiver he was wearing vibrated slightly.

Brother Biao’s eyes lit up.

This was the special receiver Wang Zhao Ping had prepared for them, capable of bypassing the common signal jammers on the market.

Receiving a signal at this moment meant the operation was about to begin...

"Please place your bets!"

The croupier gestured to the gamblers at the table to place their bets.

Brother Biao looked at the poor hand he held, and then at the remaining million in chips...

He decided to bring the climax to the scene.

So he began to hypnotize himself.

"I don’t want to win, I really don’t, absolutely do not win ah..."

"All in!"

"Wow~"

The onlookers around the table let out a gasp.

There it was! A million-dollar gamble!

"Brother Biao..."

Ah Xing was startled by Cheng Biao’s move.

Now their net worth was only in the tens of millions, and although they knew they might recoup their losses afterwards, the thrill of losing 4 million in one night still made his eyelids twitch.

"Does anyone wish to follow?" The croupier looked at the other gamblers.

"Follow! Follow! Follow!"

The crowd started to chant.

After all, such a large gamble was enough to stimulate everyone’s adrenaline.

Moreover, if Cheng Biao lost, they could dine for free, so naturally, they hoped someone would take the bet.

"Brother Biao is generous, but my hand sucks, I’ll pass this round," said Brother Le with a chuckle as he chose to fold.

"I fold too!"

"I can’t afford it!"

Two more dropped out, and the crowd let out a disappointed boo.

At this moment, only a portly middle-aged man remained at the table, his face showing hesitation.

"Sir, do you follow or not?" the croupier asked again.

"To hell with it! I’m in," the middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

Brother Le had really hired some excellent actors.

The middle-aged man perfectly portrayed a mix of emotions - nervousness, hope, madness, and going all in - it all exploded in an instant!

The Oscars owed him a statuette!

"Great!" "Nice!" "That’s awesome, reveal the card!"

Seeing the excitement, the spectators once again clamored for the entertainment.

"Reveal the card!"

After confirming the chips were correct, the croupier slowly flipped over the last community card...

Everyone held their breath, all eyes drawn to the turn...

"Spade Jack"!

The moment they saw the face of that last card, Brother Biao could not help but feel elated.

His fate sure was strong!

He slammed his two spade hole cards onto the table.

"Hahaha! Flush!"

"Damn! It’s a flush!"

"The boss is so damn lucky!"

The crowd instantly mourned, it seemed like they would have to pay their own bill today...

But to everyone’s surprise, the middle-aged man was also ecstatic.

"Hahaha! I have a straight flush! I won!"

The crowd stared in shock.

The two hole cards the man flung out turned out to be a spade "9" and a spade "K".

Spade 9, 10, Jack, Queen, King...

It made a perfect straight flush!

The tables had turned!

Ah Xing was dumbfounded, and so was Brother Biao.

"Hahaha! Lost 3 million clean! Time to pay the bill! Pay the bill..."

"Pay the bill! Pay the bill..."

The crowd was immediately amused and started to heckle, chants of paying the bill echoed nonstop, and the atmosphere in the entire venue quickly reached a climax, to the point where a panicked underling ran inside and nobody noticed.

"Boss! Boss, there’s trouble!"

"Pay the bill! Pay the bill! Pay the bill..."

Unfortunately, the lackey couldn’t squeeze into the crowd, and his anxious voice was drowned out in the tumultuous heckling.

Even Brother Le and his men were caught up in the thrill of a successful fleece.

The underling was near tears and couldn’t care less about the others, he just yanked up his voice to the breaking point and let out a wail...

"Cops are coming!"

That sentence was like pressing the pause button on the scene.

Gamblers gathered around the table, starting from the outside and moving inward, quickly went silent.

"What did he just say?"

"Sounded like something is coming?"

Brother Le and a few subordinates were surrounded at the core, oblivious to what had happened, looking at each other in confusion.

"Boss! The cops are here, run for it!"

It wasn’t until the underling shouted again in his broken voice that everyone snapped back to reality!

"Cops! The cops are here!"

"Damn! Run!"

"Let me go first! I’m a VIP!"

"VIP my ass! Don’t block the way!"

"..."

For a bunch of gamblers, the announcement of the police was as devastating as an atomic bomb.

There was no chance for order.

The unfortunate part was, just now, a great number of people had gathered together, and now they scrambled like ants in a disturbed anthill.

In an instant, tables and chairs were overturned, chips of all colors were scattered in disarray, and several people tussling for an exit caused trampling and congestion, drastically slowing any attempt to escape.

"Damn it! How did the cops find this place!"

"Forget that, just run! Want to end up in jail?"

"To the back door!"

Brother Le was now so frightened he was out of his wits and, without a moment’s concern for the heaps of cash left in the casino, hurriedly led his men, knocking over any unfortunate souls in his path, trying to escape.

But he hadn’t taken two steps before both of his shoulders were clamped down by large hands.

"Motherf..."