Remember [New] for a second,! Brush brush.

With a pen, Sifah quickly wrote a set of numbers on the promissory note, as well as a beautiful signature.

Then he tore off the check and gave it to James next to him: "Please help me exchange it for chips."

James took a look and gasped, "10,000 pounds!"

The round-bellied Paul next to him lit up, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that there will be a fierce battle tonight."

After a while, James walked back and smiled: "The chips have been exchanged, and the club's people will send them to the card room."

"King Kong Is Not Bad Dazhai Master"

"You two, shall we go?"

Come to the card room and open the door.

Sifa saw a hall with thick soft carpets, some tables and chairs, and a bar.

Behind the table, a waiter was wiping a glass of wine.

On the walls of the hall, there are oil paintings. There are marble statues in the corners, and books and newspapers are on a coffee table in the corner.

Several men were sitting on a few chairs near the coffee table, talking about something.

Sifa swept over and saw the characteristics of these people.

They were all Intis, dressed in fancy dress.

One of them had a gray eye, and he must have been blind.

A black hair was neatly combed back, and his brown eyes shone like the eyes of some kind of feline.

There is also an old-fashioned appearance, with a gold ring on his tail finger, which is turned from time to time during the conversation.

The other few people are relatively ordinary, and they don't have much characteristics.

Hearing the door open, these men all looked over.

After James warmly introduced Sifa to everyone, he introduced other people to Sifa.

That 'one-eyed dragon' was Lambert, an officer, but retired.

When he looked at Xifa, it was like a poisonous snake watching its prey, his eyes were gloomy, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, giving people the feeling of malicious intentions.

The man with black hair and brown eyes is Han Laifu, a big businessman with many industries.

Bank securities, steel industry, shipbuilding industry, transportation industry are all involved.

The one with the old-fashioned tail and the gold ring is Duruf, a declining nobleman who barely maintains a decent life by relying on his father's inheritance.

The eyes of these three people often intersect with James and Paul.

And through the sight of some information, it can be seen that they are very tacit.

In other words, these people, regardless of their status, are in fact a group.

At the gambling table, they should join forces and slaughter some 'fat sheep'.

Like Mr. William tonight.

When James introduced the crowd, a waiter came with a suitcase and put it on the table.

When the box was opened, it turned out to be a large stack of chips, and the eyes of several people went straight.

"It's not too early, why don't we start?" James finally retracted his gaze from the stack of chips and suggested.

Xifa nodded: "Okay, don't waste your time."

So a group of people jokingly came to the gambling table.

After sitting down, Sifa lit a cigar under the service of the waiter.

After blowing a smoke ring, he smiled and looked at everyone: "What are we playing?"

"Texas Hold'em."

James smiled: "Mr. William is not unfamiliar, right?"

As a nobleman from West France, he is certainly no stranger to Texas Hold'em.

This entertainment project obviously came from Emperor Roselle, and the core rules are not complicated.

Each player is dealt two hole cards and five community cards.

Combining these cards, whoever has the bigger one wins.

The community cards will be dealt three rounds, with three cards in the first round and only one card in each subsequent round.

Each round can be called, called, or raised.

Until no one re-raises, or only one person remains unfolded.

"I have played, but I am not very proficient. Please take care of everyone." Xifa was polite.

Next.

The game begins.

Sifa changed his previous "reckless" style in the bar and became cautious.

In the first few hands, you don't throw too many chips when you raise, and you surrender when it's time to surrender.

So after a few rounds, there are losers and winners.

At this time, James exchanged glances.

Sifa also noticed that James' hand on the table gently tapped the table gently and regularly.

Then in the next few rounds, Sifa won more and lost less, and several times, the old-fashioned Duruf and the big businessman Han Lai Fu chose to surrender.

Only Fat Paul and One-Eyed Lambert were aggressive and almost raised, very aggressive.

But they either lost to Sifa because their cards were too small, or they won without winning a few bucks.

After more than an hour, Xifa's chips have increased significantly, and he won about two hundred pounds.

Looking at the chips, Sifa felt that it was almost there, and he allowed himself to show an imperceptible frenzy.

The style began to become reckless, like winning more and losing less in the past hour or so, which made him gain a certain confidence, become blind, and no longer think about strategy.

The eyes of James and the others flickered, either serious or smiling, but when their eyes met, they all had glances that outsiders could not understand.

Next, after winning two games in a row, Xifa lost thousands of pounds in the third game.

But at this time, Xifa was like a gambler with red eyes, and roared with his eyes straight: "Come again."

Soon, he lost another £2,000 because he raised too aggressively.

James coughed dryly at this time: "It's not too early, why don't we stop here today."

"no!"

Xifa stood up, tore off his bow tie, and shouted with slightly messy hair: "One more game, at least one more game."

"All right."

James and the others seemed to be reluctant, but in fact, this was exactly what they hoped.

They have cooperated for a long time and know the temperament of the gamblers. They proposed to end it just now, but they made progress by retreating.

Sure enough, this Loen man stepped in.

It's time to harvest!

The waiter deals the cards.

Xifa didn't look at his cards at all, and put on an aura of fighting to the death.

He directly pushed a pile of chips out, and at this time there was at least a thousand pounds!

The others called and only two men folded.

In the next two rounds of communal cards, Sifa pushed out another two thousand pounds.

On the third round, which was the last community card, Sifa stood up and pushed out all the chips with red eyes.

This round, he put out at least four thousand pounds in chips.

"All bets!" Xifa looked at everyone with red eyes and said, "Everyone, are you following?"

James coughed dryly, raised his hand and said, "I fold."

Lambert, an officer, did not have the money to call and surrendered.

In the end, only Paul, Henleifer and Duruf called.

They also exchanged more chips in order to call.

So all of a sudden, the total amount of chips on the table has exceeded 30,000 pounds, close to 40,000 pounds!

Xifa stood up, wiped his sweat and said, "I'll go to the bathroom, will you mind?"

James laughed and said: "Of course not~lightnovelpub.net~ He made a gesture to let the waiter temporarily suspend the card.

After a while, Mr. Wei came back.

The game continues.

At this time, the community cards on the table are club k, diamond j, heart 10, club q, club j.

Duruf turned over his hole cards first, and his hole cards were the j of diamonds and the queen of spades, which made two pair with the jack of clubs and queen of clubs on the board.

Han River flipped a flush.

Fat Paul even got the gourd.

Finally, Mr. William, with red eyes, threw out the two hole cards that he had not seen before.

They are a club a and a club 10.

This makes a flush with the club k, club q, and club j on the board.

And, it's a royal flush!

Pass kill!