While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 235 Playing Cards and People
The performance of the mixed-race man immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the gaming table. Song He naturally also secretly looked at him a few times, taking the opportunity to observe carefully to satisfy his curiosity.

However, the more he observed, the more frightened Song He became, because the information revealed by the mixed-race man was too unusual!
Not to mention anything else, just the clothes on his body made Song He a little dumbfounded.

material?never seen it!

style?never seen it!

trademark?never seen it!

Even Song He had never seen the stitching techniques used to sew clothes and trousers!

Compared with these foreign objects that show identity, status and wealth, Song He was also surprised by the extremely bad physiological information on the body surface and body of the mixed-race man.

Shortness of breath with noises, soft and brittle skin, slight deformation of bones, weak heartbeat, sluggish peristalsis of internal organs...

All these factors add up, and it feels like dying is just a matter of the blink of an eye!

Song He kept his expression on the face, but he was amazed in his heart: Brother, it is only serious that you lie down in the special care ward of the hospital as soon as possible.Bringing a large number of militants to such a crowded and crowded place, do you want to pull some backs...

Thoughts kept turning in his mind, Song He faintly saw the middle-aged man who was called "Uncle Zhong" by the mixed-race man frowned slightly, and glanced dissatisfiedly at the group of gamblers who were paying attention to the mixed-race man , but did not say anything.

Song He quickly retracted his gaze, secretly glad that he was just observing secretly, if he was missed by such a person, it might not be something to be thankful for.

Finally, after the first game of cards started after the mixed-race man intervened, all the gamblers began to pay attention to the game and turned their eyes away from the mixed-race man who seemed to be a novice.

The croupier dealt out the cards as usual, and Song He, out of habit, had grasped all the cards in everyone's hole cards through various reflective positions the moment everyone got the cards, and began to think about how to play this round.

Win as planned?Or hide and see the situation first?
Song He, who had originally planned, was a little uncertain because of the sudden arrival of the mixed-race man.But the instigator who caused Song He's troubles was looking at everything curiously, and he didn't seem to notice that the right to the card was in his hands at all.

Stud is easy to play, each person gets a hole card first, and this card can only be revealed in the final decision.

Then, starting from the second card dealt, every subsequent round is a clear card, and the person with the highest card in this round decides to bet or fold first, and then the rest of the people can choose to call, raise or fold.

To call is to place a bet of the same amount as the person who bet first.

A raise requires the remaining followers to make up the difference between the bet and the raiser's bet.

Once you discard your cards, the bets you placed before cannot be taken back.

When the fifth card is dealt and there are still two or more gamblers on the table, you can open the cards to determine the winner or lose, or bet all the chips for stud.

In the end, the person with the highest card wins all the chips.

"Sir, your card is currently the highest. May I ask whether you choose to bet or fold?"

After 15 seconds passed, the dealer reminded the mixed-race man with a smile.

The mixed-race man seemed to have finally begun to consider the issue of winning or losing, nodded and said: "Bet, five thousand."

Song He took a glance, and vaguely saw a hint of playfulness in the mixed-race man's eyes. His heart moved, and he pretended to have a bad hole card, and directly discarded the cards.

The other three gamblers followed suit one after another, not taking it seriously. Two of them even looked at Song He with disdain, looking down on this coward who gave up after just two cards.

Immediately afterwards, the third card was dealt, and the player with the highest card became a gambler. He threw out a chip and bet without hesitation: "[-]."

The other gamblers followed suit, and the mixed-race man smiled brightly and rolled out five chips: "Add, fifty thousand."

Song He's eyes lit up, and he clearly remembered that the mixed-race man's hole card was a six of diamonds, while the cards on his face were the thirteen of spades and the nine of hearts!
From the perspective of these three cards alone, the current winning chance is very small, and even if the latter two cards are counted, his best result is three of a kind.

But there was already a nine and a thirteen on the bright side, and Song He's hole card was also a thirteen. The mixed-race man's chances of winning were pitifully low!
But Song He also understood that he only thought so when he knew the hole cards, but the rest of the gamblers didn't understand, so they were a little bluffed immediately.

However, those who can sit at the gaming table still have a certain degree of gambling, so no one gave up, and they all raised their bets to [-], and the next round of cards began to be dealt.

The dealer turned over the cards dealt to each gambler very professionally, and some people suddenly chuckled proudly.

I saw that the three cards in front of this laughing gambler were a pair of sevens and a five, and they were the ones with the highest cards in this round.

The rest of the gamblers had different expressions, but no one gave up. Instead, they all looked at the mixed-race man who got a club eleven.After all, judging from the existing cards, he has the possibility of making a straight.

The smile on the mixed-race man's face became brighter and brighter, and he looked at the seven gamblers with a hint of urging.

He snorted to the seven gamblers: "Fifty thousand."

One of the remaining gamblers folded, and the remaining one hesitated and chose to call.

When it was the turn of the mixed-race man, he threw out ten chips and said happily, "Bet up, [-]."

This directly made the seven gamblers hesitate, while the other gambler decisively folded.

After a while, the seven gamblers still chose to follow the bet to [-] and let the dealer deal the last card.

The croupier remained calm, but his movements were natural and smooth. The seven gambler got another seven and was immediately promoted to a three-way gambler.

The mixed-race man got a ten of hearts, just short of a twelve of any suit, which would be bigger than a three of a kind.

"Great!"

The mixed-race man let out a low breath, looked at the Sanjo gamblers expectantly, and said impatiently: "I'll play."

After finishing speaking, he pushed lightly with his palm, and he pushed all the chips in front of him to the center of the gaming table.

San Tiaonan was not in the mood to care about the mixed-race man's failure to play the cards in order. He looked at his own cards with a tangled face, gritted his teeth and pushed out all the chips in front of him: "Shuttle!"

After that, the three-trick gambler turned over his hole card, but it turned out to be a four.

Song He sneered in his heart, the Santiao men were extremely gamblers, and they were also Shunzi at the beginning, but they didn't do what they wanted, and fell into a junior Santiao.

Soon, the mixed-race man turned over his hole cards with a triumphant smile, but left all the gamblers at the same table speechless!
An unremarkable loose card!

"Haha! Do you dare to stud with this kind of card? I laughed so hard!"

The three men laughed and took the chips on the table to him, looking extremely proud.The rest of the gamblers either shook their heads or remained calm, but Song He felt a little strange in his heart.

From the beginning to the end, the mixed-race man gave people the impression that he had defeated everyone, which forced the two of them to withdraw from the battle.

However, he pays more attention to the gamblers in the game than to the game itself.

It was as if he was not playing cards, but people!
Figured this out, Song He glanced at the triumphant Santiao gambler, feeling sympathetic for what happened to him later.

The half-race man who had squandered all his chips looked at the three gamblers with interest, and the loyal uncle behind him quickly asked the croupier to swipe a lot of chips and put them in front of the half-race man.

Song He looked at the mixed-race man, and an uncontrollable thought arose: You are so playful, do you want me to play with you?

(End of this chapter)