While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 236
As soon as the idea of ​​wanting to play two games with the opponent arose, Song He suddenly became alert.

After thinking about it carefully, Song He found that the reason why he had such an idea was entirely because the other party had something very similar to himself, that is, thinking about people's hearts.

However, it is out of curiosity and interest that I study and speculate on people's psychology and behavior.

What about the mixed race man?
From the beginning to the end, he seems to be leading and enjoying a stage play, and the guests at the gaming table are the actors in his hands!

After thinking about this, Song He's eyes fell on the gambler who won all the chips in the end. There is no doubt that this is the "protagonist" in the last game.

Recalling the other party's behaviors of manipulating people's hearts in the gambling game, Song He's desire to play two games with the mixed-race man became even more difficult to suppress.

At the same time, he couldn't help complaining in his heart: So I failed the interview at the beginning of the game.

However, Song He did not fight the mixed-race man after all. After all, he had too many things to worry about, not to mention the group tasks that could not be sidelined, but the armed bodyguards and the vengeful loyal uncle behind the opponent were the reasons why he could not act willfully. .

So Song He forced himself to calm down, and continued to participate in the game as if nothing had happened.

In the next two rounds, the mixed-race man still acted like he was sure of everyone, and played studs one after another, directly causing the two gamblers to lose one and win the other.

And no matter whether he was overjoyed after winning, or embarrassed and angry after losing all his chips, the mixed-race man always watched with interest.

Song He thought inwardly that he was abnormal, pretended to be stingy, folded after betting one after another, endured the heartache and lost half of his chips, and left the gambling table with a regretful expression on his face.

It's just that Song He didn't notice that the moment he turned to leave, the mixed-race man gave him a suspicious look before continuing to focus on his game.

Song He, who didn't know about this, wandered around for a while, and sat at a gambling table not far away, planning to make up for some losses, and continued to observe the mixed-race man by the way.

Due to Song He's departure and the elimination of a gambler, only the mixed-race man, the three-way gambler and a fat gambler remained on the original stud table.

The mixed-race man didn't change his style at all, he continued to raise bets with a confident face, and he was bound to stud every time the card was opened.

And whenever he loses all his chips, Uncle Zhong will immediately make up for it, and the amount is the same as the person with the most chips at the gambling table!
The three gamblers and the fat gambler didn't know that they had fallen into the trap, they just thought that the mixed-race man was a kid from a rich family who didn't care about money, and they were all thinking how to make a fortune in their hearts.

Song He who was not far away shook his head secretly, knowing that the mixed-race man deliberately did this in order to plant in their minds the assumption that they are stupid and rich, and at the same time create an illusion of a huge bet that they can win as long as they are willing, so that Tether the two of them firmly to the gaming table.

Because what he was really waiting for was a moment, a moment after they fell from heaven to hell!
After another two rounds, the mixed-race man still raised bets indifferently, but at this time the bets in each round had reached hundreds of thousands, and the cards of the two gamblers were also very good, one was a flush and the other was a three-of-a-kind .

At this time, after the mixed-race man got the last clear card, the card was also three of a kind, but it was the smallest three twos.

However, the Santiao gambler and the fat gambler didn't care about the mixed-race man and his hole cards. Instead, they stared at each other without showing weakness, as if they wanted to get the information they expected from the other's expression.

"I'm stud."

The mixed-race man studs as usual, and slowly pushes all the chips in front of him to the center of the gaming table.

Those three simple words immediately pushed the other two into an extremely uncomfortable position!

Fold, or Stud!
However, when following the mixed-race man in betting, the two people who had already put most of their chips on the gambling table could not possibly choose to give up!

Therefore, there is only one road ahead of them!
The three-of-a-kind gambler looked at his flush cards, then at the three-of-a-kind cards of his two opponents, and pushed out the only chips in front of him without hesitation: "Damn it! I'm done!"

The serious expression on the fat gambler's face instantly turned into a smile, and he gently pushed the chip in front of him and said, "I wanted to save some money for you, but this young man moved too fast. Sigh, I can't win if I don't want to! Shuo Already!"

As soon as the words fell, the fat gambler turned over his cards!
Three plus a pair!
Full house!
Santiao gambler's expression turned gloomy in an instant, and angrily threw his fists at the gaming table several times!

The mixed-race man looked at the three-of-a-kind gambler who had lost everything and was swearing, with a heartfelt smile on his face, just like a child seeing a beloved toy.

At this moment, the fat gambler only felt that the winning ticket was within his grasp, so he put his hands on the gaming table with satisfaction, and slowly stood up and said, "My lord, let's draw the cards."

"okay."

The half-race man turned to the fat gambler with an expectant face, and turned over the cards with a smile.

The moment the hole cards were turned over, the smile on the fat gambler's face disappeared instantly, and his feet softened and he fell back to the chair, with disbelief written all over his face!
I saw four twos neatly placed in front of the mixed-race man, which was definitely bigger than the full house of the fat gambler!
Song He watched from afar, sneering in his heart.

After careful calculation, the two gamblers only lost the money they had in their hands at the beginning.

The reason why they got considerable chips in their hands was because the mixed-race man deliberately lost to them.

But now seeing these two people look like their parents are dead, those who don't know think that they have already lost to bankruptcy.

"Human nature." Song He sighed in his heart: "Didn't you think it was yours after you passed it in your hand? Idiot!"

Song He glanced at the half-race man who was still in high spirits, and made up his mind to stay away from this kind of man.

Because in that short-term contact, Song He could already feel the distorted bad taste in this person's heart, as well as the ability to lure others to satisfy his bad taste through various means.

But things in the world are not what people want, especially for Song He today.

Just when he made up his mind to ignore the mixed-race man, the weak footsteps slowly approached him again.

Song He's heart moved, he didn't know that the other party was coming for him this time, so he quickly pretended to be a little bored, got up and walked to an empty Texas Hold'em table, sitting at the table and pretending to close his eyes to rest.

And the moment he sat down, the mixed-race man changed direction and went straight to Song He.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came to Song He's ears, followed by the sound of taking a seat, and a weak and curious male voice: "Do you know me?"

While Song He was curious, he complained helplessly: I know your size, how come you have such a big face!

After complaining, Song He pretended to be awakened, frowned and looked at the other party and asked, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Your skills are better than all of them." The mixed-race man looked at Song He curiously, but without further explanation, he continued to ask, "Why are you avoiding me?"

Song He understood the deep meaning of the other party's words in a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Avoiding you? Are you guys playing too much, okay? Every time it's Stud, How can you play like this?"

(End of this chapter)