In an instant, the elderly man became even more shriveled, barely alive.
But the weight on the balance tipped again!
Soon, in the VIP room, Ji Jue's recently regained luck seemed to rapidly vanish. After just a few rounds, despite constantly folding and enduring tests, he lost tens of millions.
Until he sighed helplessly.
"ALL-IN!"
Ling Zhou's smile stiffened once more on his face; for some reason, from that calm and watery expression, he felt only a cold chill.
"Are you sure?" he frowned and asked.
"Of course." Ji Jue laughed, looking at him: "Will you match it or not?"
Ling Zhou was silent for a moment, waving his hand.
A mountain of chips was pushed forward again, four hundred and seventy million!
"Reveal." Ji Jue said.
The cards were revealed amidst silence and heavy breathing.
Ling Zhou — 9,9,9,5,5, Full House!
And Ji Jue's cards: 5,5,5,5,9... Four of a Kind!!!
"Well, 5 is smaller than 9, but, Four of a Kind should be larger than a Full House, right?"
