"Turn" The fourth community card was 10. At the moment when the card was revealed, Joe's keen eyesight noticed that the young man's shoulders trembled slightly.
“All In!” You can’t go wrong with this move. It was a subconscious conditioned reflex of the body after seeing a card that was beyond one's expectations. The other party was not a professional gambler who could disguise all his actions. The guy just made every move he thought was correct based on relatively calm judgment. Make your choice.
There is a pair in the battle card. Even if the value is small, it is the confidence for Qiao to win. And the other party was just bluffing like himself, and most likely he didn't even come up with a pair!
The young man was slightly startled by Qiao's actions. The opponent's hand is unknown. Judging from the calm response of that guy in every round, it is not impossible to choose to go all-in at this time and it is also a bluff.
The young man hesitated and closed his eyes slightly. The late arrival is the revolving lantern, rotating and playing out every scene of the past under the light of the lights.
Paper tiger, the young man knows that his strength is hypocritical, and fantasizes about the place called hell that he will arrive after failure.
Why must we live? If you die, you won't need to work so hard...
Not fear, not fear, but guilt.
It had a different meaning than when he wanted to give up before. Thinking about the important people around him made him heartbroken. Because he was burdened with all the good things other than himself, he had to be strong and never give up easily!
Taking off the sunglasses propped on the bridge of his nose, the young man looked at Qiao with bloodshot eyes. As if to suppress the pain in his heart, he gritted his teeth to endure the unspeakable pain.
"All In!" He looked at Qiao with a smile that was about to break out, and the last stubbornness was squeezed out of the young man's face: "Come on, why don't we reveal our respective cards and see who is the winner!"
"8 and 6" At the moment when the young man pushed all his chips to the center with all his might, Joe's brows gradually furrowed and he nodded to meet the opponent's gaze.
"You... are crazy!" Indeed, as Qiao expected, the other party was just bluffing. But his actions made it difficult for Joe to understand. What kind of card is this? He can't even make a pair, just relying on this?
"Idiot!" Joe flipped over the cards in his hand and showed them in front of the young man, and the emotions welling up in his heart blurted out.
"You're the idiot!" The young man's eyes showed a calm madness: "You think you have the upper hand now. If you think so - that's great. It's very satisfying to defeat a confident opponent. Of!"
"It's too early to say that the outcome has been decided. Don't forget there is one last community card!"
The last card! Joe's heart skipped a beat. The only chance for the opponent to win was 6 and 9. Either form a pair of 6 with the former to overwhelm him or form a straight with a value of 7 with the latter. But this is too nonsense. If he puts all his money into praying for the 7/52 probability, he will definitely give up and choose the safest method.
"No matter how serious you fight, as long as you have bad luck, you will face all failures. Life is like this, the price is all, you and I can't afford to lose!" The young man's sharp words pierced into Qiao's heart, but At this moment he felt something break.
"The fifth community card is the 6 of clubs!" The unfolding in front of his eyes made Joe a little dazzled. With such a deep layout, he seemed to have forgotten the fundamentals. Luck existed in this game. What defeated his superb logic was overwhelming luck, and the winning and losing were reversed.
"Damn it!" Unable to accept this fact, Joe felt a little anxious.
The opponent's chips caught up and quickly surpassed Joe in the subsequent games, seizing the advantage. If they are not favored by the god of luck, anxious people will face failure sooner or later, even so...
"Ahem~" Several defeats made Qiao's blood rush. He used the handkerchief on his sleeve to wipe away the phlegm he coughed up from his mouth. When he noticed the red stain on the handkerchief, Qiao was slightly startled.
Emotions are suppressed! Artolis didn't know what Qiao saw or thought, but she saw him covering his handkerchief under his clothes. After taking a deep breath, his eyes became sharp again.
"Now that things have happened, have you accepted the fact that you are about to lose?" The young man saw Qiao suddenly cheering up and did not forget to use sarcastic words.
"I can't lose, absolutely can't lose. I got here on my own strength, but in the end I lost in this way - I can't accept it...!" Joe said, raising his hand to signal to the dealer: "Thirty minutes break, I need to go to the bathroom."
"God has mercy, but I don't." After washing his face with water, Joe took a few deep breaths and looked at his thin self in the mirror, leaning against the wall, his frail body gradually slipping away.
"Can't lose." His hands were trembling, his fists clenched and sharp nails dug into his palms, and bright red blood seeped out from between his fingers. In order to win, he even did not hesitate to bury the poor man with his own hands in front of Miss Vanessa. Just this kind of behavior is enough for him to be given the title of villain.
"Sin needs to be ended by justice, and leave the rest to me." Looking straight ahead, no longer confused, the weak figure gradually climbed up with the support of the agreement, and then stepped into the place that was labeled as crime again. The place of origin.
When Joe returned to the field, he seemed to be a different person, returning to his original calm appearance, which surprised the young man secretly. What followed was unspeakable hatred. Why can he be so powerful? Even then, he can't completely defeat him. He must be at the end of his strength just like himself!
"Strength comes at a price. I can feel your pain and understand everything you have to bear. But...how much do you know about me?" Qiao said calmly, as if it was nothing to do with him. , making Artolis stunned.
Yes, how much do you know about him? She could only guess from his words and deeds that he seemed to have experienced a lot, and she couldn't even tell whether the name he told her was his real name, "Joe Trellir".
"The story doesn't specifically tell the story of a villain, let alone a loser, so you won't understand."
"Who isn't?" The young man excitedly slammed the table and glared at Qiao: "Don't think you really understand me, and don't act condescending to me. Dead people don't need to speak!"
He didn't respond to the other party's words, and probably the other party didn't want him to respond either. Joe just spread his hands and signaled the dealer to start dealing the cards.
The battle of life and death may only really begin now.
