While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 243
Song He heard that he relaxed after glancing at the mixed-race man, and the uneasy expression on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm and composed smile: "It's really not easy to play dumb."

The mixed-race man looked at Song He with great interest, and asked with a smile: "Are you using my hand to warn the brothers of the Liu family, are you worried about what they will find out? In other words, they might find out something?"

"Then does it also mean that the purpose of your coming here is related to the brothers of the Liu family?"

Song He shrugged and said, "I'll tell you if I guess right."

The mixed-race man smiled and shook his head: "Your expression control is too strong, I can't believe what you said."

Song He said with a smile: "Come on, you know what is trustworthy and what is not."

The mixed-race man's eyes lit up: "You are really an interesting person. Come on, how do you bet?"

"Texas, one hundred chips per person." Song He looked at Uncle Zhong who was automatically standing in the croupier's position, and continued: "Take turns to sit on the banker, and each bet is the lowest one chip. Whoever loses first will be the loser."

The mixed-race man nodded in agreement and signaled Uncle Zhong to deal the cards.

Song He saw the mixed-race man's hand in the blink of an eye, then glanced at his hole cards, and then quietly waited for the mixed-race man in the bank to place a bet.

"One." The mixed-race man threw out a chip calmly.

"I'll follow." Song He simply and neatly bet a chip.

The mixed-race man nodded with a smile, signaling Uncle Zhong to play the community cards.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhong skillfully flipped over the three community cards, and before he even raised his head, he heard Song He say: "Discard, next game."

The mixed-race man and Uncle Zhong were both taken aback, looking at each other, both a little confused.

After scrutinizing Song He's expression again, the mixed-race man suddenly noticed that Song He's eyes were extremely calm, and the style of playing cards that was somewhat similar to his previous cautious and boring style just now seemed to reveal extremely strong confidence.

The mixed-race man couldn't help becoming a little more cautious, and at this time the second round of cards had already been dealt to him.

In the blink of an eye, Song Heyu once again mastered each other's trump cards, and also bet one, and after the mixed-race man followed the bet, he also signaled Uncle Zhong to reveal the community card.

"Ten chips."

The mixed-race man heard Song He's calm and confident voice for the first time. While curious, he couldn't help but want to give up.

However, he is not an ordinary person after all, and he was not affected by Song He's words of deliberately adding powerful spiritual power. He nodded and said, "I'll follow, ten pieces."

Song He nodded, and after the fourth card was turned over, he said calmly, "One."

The mixed-race man was a little confused about Song He's thoughts, but he still had confidence in his own cards, so he called the bet.

At this time, Uncle Zhong's curiosity was also aroused, and he turned over the last card.

"Three." Song He threw out another three chips.

The mixed-race man frowned: "What's your game?"

Song He smiled and said: "Create your own gameplay, as long as you can win anyway."

The mixed-race man shook his head, his curiosity about Song He's hole cards had been fully mobilized, even if he lost, he still wanted to know what Song He's hole cards were.

Song He nodded, turned over his hole cards, and saw that he had made a pair with two of the hole cards.

The mixed-race men are a pair with a spade, a bit younger than Song He.

The mixed-race man said in surprise: "How dare you bet ten on such a small card?"

Song He took back the chips on the table and said with a smile, "Is your card high?"

The mixed-race man also smiled, and his eyes seemed to become brighter: "Interesting, come again."

In this way, the two of them gambled back and forth for nearly twenty times, and Song He had more than 170 chips in front of him.

At the same time, the mixed-race man also discovered something strange in the game: "You seem to be able to know my hole cards."

Song He admired the sensitivity of the mixed-race man in his heart, but he frowned slightly on his face calmly and asked, "Why do you have such an idea?"

The mixed-race man looked at Song He with bright eyes, and said firmly, "Your winning percentage is not normal. Out of the twelve times you won, nine times came to the final show of cards, and in these nine victories, you deliberately induced I'm at the end of it."

"This can only explain one problem, that is, if you know that your cards are bigger than mine, you will have enough confidence to win me at the last moment."

That's because your eyes are so bright, the reflections are surprisingly good!

Song He complained in his heart, shrugged and said, "It's all your guess, now I have the advantage."

The mixed-race man smiled: "Not necessarily, I tried many methods, and found that it can't prevent you from knowing my hole cards. But there is another method that I haven't tried, which can just verify my guess."

"This makes you the banker, you can do whatever you want." Song He smiled meaningfully, and thought to himself: Finally thought of it?
The mixed-race man stared at Song He, without looking at the trump card in front of him, and directly threw out a chip: "A blind bet."

Song He looked at the mixed-race man who didn't pick up the hole cards in front of him to watch, and simply didn't look at his own cards, and said with a smile: "I also bet a blind bet."

"Sure enough, you won't know if I don't pick it up?" The mixed-race man smiled happily, as if he had solved a puzzle, but even greater doubts surfaced in his heart, and he asked with a curious light in his eyes: "What do you think?" How did you know my trump card?"

Before Song He could speak, the mixed-race man analyzed himself: "Through the reflection of some specific objects? Impossible, even the limit of human vision can't reach this level. Is it my behavior analysis? It's also impossible , I misled you during this period..."

Song He calmly listened to the mixed-race man's analysis, and smiled in his heart: "Brother, the only correct answer has been ruled out by you...

After a while, the mixed-race man stopped talking, and he became even more curious since he had never learned the correct answer from Song He's reaction.

Seeing this, Song He smiled and said, "Let's talk about it after you win."

The mixed-race man nodded slightly: "As long as I see the hole cards, you will know, so I only have a blind bet to have a slight chance of winning. Ten cards."

Song He nodded and said: "I hope your luck is good enough. Don't follow."

"Not following?" The mixed-race man was taken aback.

"Because my cards are smaller than yours." Song He said and turned over his hole cards with a smile.

A four and a seven.

The mixed-race man looked at Song He in surprise, and slowly turned over his cards, his eyes suddenly froze!
A pair of eight!

The mixed-race man unconsciously nodded his temples: "You know my hole cards, there is no doubt about it. But if you don't know how you do this, in today's game, my odds of winning are close to zero."

"Damn it, I regret not monitoring it now, otherwise I can observe how you did it after the game is over."

Song He said with a calm smile: "Believe me, monitoring is useless."

The mixed-race man seemed to understand something after hearing Song He's hint.

And Song He added: "Those words just now, just take it as a little reminder from me."

The mixed-race man smiled: "This tip is not trivial at all. Saying that you are so dedicated to gambling and are good at expression management and psychological induction, you are not going to do anything dangerous to this casino, are you?"

Song He spread his hands: "I'll tell you if I guess right."

(End of this chapter)