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Seeing the last card come out, Doroer's expression of waiting for Zhou Jin's reaction became visibly much more eager.

Zhou Jin knew that this was a good time to strike while the iron was hot to confuse his opponent.

He deliberately exaggeratedly pushed away the cards, gritted his teeth and cursed shit.

Zhou Jin chose to check and not to bet this round.

Doroel showed a triumphant expression that victory was in sight.

The two revealed their hole cards. Zhou Jin had a ten of diamonds and a Q of clubs; while Doroel happened to have seven and eight of hearts.

If this round hadn't relied on a thousand to exchange for Heart Nine, as long as a J was randomly turned over in the public cards, Zhou Jin could win Dolor. In fact, after the turn, he did indeed want to Dolor had such an illusion that he acted in a scene where he thought a straight flush was impossible.

"Lucky." Doroel pretended to be polite.

Hearing this, Zhou Jin sneered in his heart: Indeed, what a "coincidental" luck this is.

While the croupier was shuffling the cards and the onlookers were discussing the situation of the previous round, Zhou Jin couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, and secretly glanced at Yan Jun like a child inviting a pet.

He found that the latter was also looking at him, calmly, as if he was listening attentively to the conversations of the people around him.

There are layers of human walls between them, and it is even impossible for anyone to capture those secret movements.

But Zhou Jin knew that Yan Jun's slight movement of his head to the left, as well as the faint smile on his lips, were actually compliments to him.

17, Zhou Jin calculated in his mind, it was still a little bit - he had to "lose" him at least 30.

But you have to figure it out slowly.

What he and Yan Jun planned to gamble were not the millions that Doroer put on the table, but the calm mind that was priceless as a gambler, and a lottery that everyone present today would never forget.

From the beginning of the second game, Zhou Jin dragged Dolor into a swampy battle.

He pretended to be a gambler who became more and more timid after being forced to swallow the bitter fruit of failure, but he was unwilling to choose to stop and cut his tail to survive. He bet big and small every time, and finally pretended to be hundreds of dollars The odds and ends were put on the gaming table.

Different from his step-by-step drilling, Doroll has almost lost all patience with this game.

According to the previous plan, the croupier kept making cards for him, from ThreeofaKind* (three of a kind) to Royal Flush* (Royal Flush), all of which appeared in his deck. Doroll held these good cards, but There is a sense of powerlessness that all the punches are on the cotton: most of the money circulating on the poker table belongs to him, and no matter how good the cards are, he can only win [-] to [-] US dollars from Zhou Jin and some bits and pieces that are not worth mentioning. After playing, Dorol even had the illusion that he was actually entertaining himself.

He tried his best to seduce Zhou Jin on purpose, encouraged him to bet heavily, and even used some unsophisticated tricks to publicly humiliate Zhou Jin. He accepted all the bills, but remained unmoved, digging out the principal bit by bit.

The onlookers were talking about it, but Zhou Jin was like a rock under the roar of the waves, no voice of doubt could change his way of existence.

He turned himself into a spider, weaving a web in the gaps that ordinary people can't see. The spider silk is so thin that the whole web seems to fall apart when blown by the wind, but it has its own unbreakable power, which can trap a person to death. A moth many times larger than itself.

Yan Jun followed Zhou Jin's every move.

The quiet and even indifferent expression between his brows, his decisive but unadventurous mind, may make people feel that he has been reborn as another person at first glance, but if you savor it carefully, you will struggle to survive in the mud of the slums. The imprint of his life, the rebellious fierceness, the loneliness that travels through the world but does not linger for anything is engraved deep in his bones, and it has not disappeared because of this beautiful dress.

Yan Jun thought that he might not have carved him in the most appropriate way. It was his luck that this young man grew into the most perfect posture amidst the upheaval.

They played more than a dozen rounds, and there were several exciting ups and downs in the middle. He was always upset at unexpected times, regardless of whether he lost or won. Being that existence that cannot be ignored is like telling everyone that this game is not a show for Doroel alone.

Zhou Jin seemed to be born with the ability to attract everyone's attention at the gaming table.

In the penultimate game, Zhou Jin only had a little over 40 of the [-] principal left.

After betting with the big blind limit of $[-] in a row, he suddenly called a $[-] bet on the river. After the bet, he only had $[-] in chips left in his hand.

And in that round, everyone thought that Dolor had secured the victory, but they never expected that it was also Straight* (straight), but Zhou Jin won back with a single card.

After the flop, both the croupier and Dolor showed a momentary expression of astonishment.

The man who had been talking to Yan Jun from the beginning finally shut up as if facing a formidable enemy.

At the end of this round, Zhou Jin's chips increased to 20.

At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back, and leaned on the back of the chair.

He played with the chips with his hands, and his eyes fell on a certain point on the green velvet table.

People noticed that when this young man looked down with disdain, a chilling yet beautiful arrogance appeared on his seemingly innocuous face.

It felt like the massacre had just begun.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, and Yan Jun also became nervous.

In the last round, they spent three days deducing it, taking every step into account, leaving no room for accidents.

Only Zhou Jin looked as usual, as if he was out of the matter.

He watched the croupier deal the cards and had another thing on his mind.

Betting before the flop, Zhou Jin directly bet [-].

This kind of momentum is far from the more cautious style of the previous rounds. Doroll was curious and raised [-].

Sixty thousand.

Zhou Jin calculated.

Betting on the flop, he played a mind game, minus ten thousand, and bet forty thousand.

Doroll also became conservative, signaled to bid, and also called forty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Zhou Jin glanced at the stacked chips in the betting area.

On the turn, Zhou Jin cut his bet again and only bet [-].

Maybe it was Zhou Jin's bold transition from the beginning to the current restraint, which successfully made Dorolle misassess the situation. Maybe he lost patience and didn't want Zhou Jin to shrink back into the turtle shell. , Deposit one hundred thousand directly.

There was an uproar.

He looked at Zhou Jin provocatively, but the latter did not respond.

20 million.

Zhou Jin suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Yan Jun about the sideshow that night.

On the river, Doroll tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table to reveal his aggression.

Zhou Jin suddenly looked nakedly at Yan Jun and the fellow casino people, and he drew a meaningful arc at the corner of his lips, like some kind of contemptuous contempt, or a declaration of war.

Yan Jun frowned slightly.

Zhou Jin stared at him, and pushed all the chips in his hand into the betting area.

"ALLIN," he said.

Doroel was taken aback for a moment, feeling inexplicably that he had been calculated.

He looked vaguely at the dealer, who nodded to him almost invisible, indicating that the next card was under control.

Doroel laughed at himself secretly, and was almost bluffed by this fledgling kid, while betting another one hundred thousand with confidence.

Although Zhou Jin's remaining 20 is not an impressive amount to him, no matter how small a sparrow is, it is still meat, he thought.

30 million.

Zhou Jin laughed with satisfaction, and his hands left the poker table.

The croupier turned over Dolor's cards, and Shun Zi made it according to the plan.

Then, she revealed Zhou Jin's hole card.

There was less than a second of silence in the room.

Then someone in the crowd yelled out: "Royal Flush!" The boy who won Dolor's nickname was "Red Knight".

At the reception until nightfall, people were still eagerly discussing this matter.

It was that well-clothed banquet hall again, this time, Zhou Jin no longer sneaked in as a disguised waiter, he was the focus of everyone's prying, guessing, and commenting.

As usual, winning did not let him experience the excitement and pleasure. He was born with no real sense of money, and no matter how much he lost or how much he won, it seemed that none of it could affect his emotions.

Maybe it was some kind of sociopath, too, he thought sometimes.

But there are other things that he cares about.

At the other end of the hall, people from the casino hugged Yan Jun politely, and then left the dinner in a hurry.

They turned their backs to Zhou Jin, unable to see their expressions.

Back and forth, Zhou Jin walked towards Yan County, and people greeted him along the way.

Seeing him, Yan Jun turned around and walked out, deliberately controlling his pace so that Zhou Jin could keep up with him, but he couldn't tell that he was going the same way.

They walked around to the back of the casino, and the "wall" was very close.

To be precise, Yan Jun was standing under the "wall" waiting for him.

This place is very secluded, as if all the excitement has been excluded in another world.

"Brother Yan."

Zhou Jin approached and said hello.

"I let you play by yourself, and you just engage in adventure activities?" Yan Jun asked him with a straight face.

"Instead of letting them slowly discover my strengths, it's better to shock everyone when I come up..." Zhou Jin moved closer, raised his head slightly, and said in Yan Jun's ear, "Isn't it more in line with my setting?" With a bit of punishment-like anger, Yan Jun went the opposite way, locked Zhou Jin's waist, and brought his whole body together with himself.

"Things that were not planned," he said in an almost neck-to-neck posture, "If something goes wrong, I won't help you find out."

"Not next time."

Zhou Jin lightly assured that he didn't get distracted at all.

Yan Jun let him go.

Zhou Jin suddenly didn't want to let it go, he put his arm on Yan Jun's shoulder, staring at his lips.

I have thin lips, the lip arch is obvious, and the corners of the mouth are still slightly downward, which makes it difficult to get close.

Yan Jun's lips are thicker, and they don't look sharp when they don't smile. The lips are full and gentle.

— the way he wanted to kiss.

He called out his name in a rambling and husky voice unique to teenagers: "Yan Jun," he said, "I'll spend 30 dollars to buy your more interesting sideshow, how about it?"