Strongest Wastrel

"This card shouldn't be followed."    

"He lost, he lost. I think he's going to lose."    

"If he loses, Mr. Gao will only have a few million chips left. It will be very difficult for him to make a comeback within the limited time."    

Suddenly, discussions broke out everywhere, and the atmosphere became even more depressing.    

However, Mr. Gao's inexplicable actions caused Yamamoto Kojiro to become serious. His eyes constantly flickered as if he was trying to guess Mr. Gao's trump card.    

"I want to see what kind of ability you have to dare to call yourself a gambling god." Yamamoto Kojiro waved his hand, signaling the dealer to hand out the cards.    

The final open face card was sent out by the dealer. A horrifying red peach 10 was placed in front of Yamamoto Kojiro. The whole card was filled with red peaches, they were respectively 10, J, Q, and A.    

Yamamoto Kojiro had a trump card that he never revealed. It was even possible that that trump card was Red Peach K.It could be said to be the same as the trump card!    

Mr. Gao's side, on the other hand, was not in a good situation. The ultimate ace player was actually 7 Red Peach. There were all kinds of cards on it and they were all rotten to the core.    

But from start to finish, Mr. Gao was not the least bit nervous. When he received the last card, he even extended his hand to Yamamoto Kojiro and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, please?"    

Yamamoto Kojiro crossed his arms in front of his chest as he smiled and leaned back in his seat. He lit a Cuban cigar with great confidence and casually threw one to Mr. Gao, "No rush, let's smoke a cigarette. This is a top quality cigar I got from Cuba.    

Mr. Gao did not refuse and simply opened his mouth. After that, he put it in his mouth and touched his pants pocket.    

"You want fire?" Yamamoto Kojiro took out his lighter and prepared to throw it to Mr. Gao.    

"I'm sorry, I don't like the smell of gas." Mr. Gao raised his hand and refused. He took out a matchbox from his pocket and swiped it across the side, lighting up a cigar. His actions were smooth and natural.    

I sat in the distance and watched them smoke quietly. I knew they were fighting each other psychologically, using the act of stalling time to put pressure on each other.    

At the same time, the other Chinese people in the surrounding seats all broke out in a cold sweat for Mr. Gao.    

"Mr. Gao's card is really too bad."    

"There's almost no chance of winning. Even if Yamamoto Kojiro's card isn't Peach Blossom, it's more than enough to crush Mr. Gao's card."    

"The reason why they are not anxious is because both of them are guessing at each other's trump cards."    

"But even so, Mr. Gao is still at a disadvantage. He has never said a word from the beginning to the end."    

"..."    

While everyone was talking, Yamamoto Kojiro suddenly flicked his cigarette and said, "Right now, we don't have many chips, but overall, I still have 15 million more than you. I think we should open up our cards, otherwise, it would be too boring for us to defeat you."    

"Is Mr. Yamamoto afraid of losing? Are you afraid that you will lose all to me in the first round? "Let's just follow the rules. It's up to you to decide now. If you want to open my card, then take out your chips, and it can't be lower than the stakes just now." Mr. Gao laughed.    

Only now did I realize that Mr. Gao had been scheming against the other party to let him fall into the trap step by step, purposely raising the stakes.    

It was because Yamamoto Kojiro's current chips was not enough to open a card with!    

And this time, the limit was sixty million yuan each. No other funds were allowed.    

"Good, really good. Mr. Gao really lives up to his name." I secretly applauded Mr. Gao.    

As for Yamamoto Kojiro, his expression changed greatly. Looking at his own chips on the table, he finally realized that something was wrong. His expression was extremely ugly, as if he knew that he was too confident and underestimated his opponent.    

Immediately after, Yamamoto Kojiro showed his anger and cursed, "Eighty! If we have a limited bargaining chip, we can open it if you want!"    

"Mr. Yamamoto, this is China, not your territory. Besides, you mean both sides are willing, and now you're willing, but I'm unwilling. You understand Chinese?" Mr. Gao calmly took a puff on his cigar and said: "Now you can either throw your cards or take out enough chips to play my cards. Also, you can make such a low level mistake, yet you still dare to come to my Huaxia?"    

Yamamoto Kojiro was so angry that he had nothing to say. He could only admit his defeat and cover up the four cards, indicating that he had given up.    

"First round, Mr. Gao won." The dealer said.    

Mr. Gao put out his cigar and with a wave of his hand, a few assistants went up to clear up the chips and moved them all in front of Mr. Gao.    

At that moment, Mr. Gao's chips instantly exceeded sixty million and were piled up randomly, making it impossible to count.    

In comparison, Yamamoto Kojiro only had two hundred thousand or so chips left.    

The crowd erupted. No one had expected Mr. Gao to achieve his first victory in such a way.    

"This is too amazing. Even though Mr. Gao's cards are very small, he still used this method to win against the other party."    

"Hahaha, I think that Yamamoto Miche or whatever is called is about to die from anger."    

"That's because you never think about Mr. Gao's strength. Sometimes, card skills are important, but psychological tactics are also important."    

Even with so many opinions, Yamamoto Kojiro was still unwilling to give up. Before Mr. Gao threw his cards, he immediately said: "May I ask Mr. Gao, what is your trump card?"    

"Then what is your trump card? Flourishing together? "I don't think so." Mr. Gao turned the ring around and seemed to be expecting something.    

"You guessed it right. I was also stealing chickens, but I dare to say that your cards are definitely not as big as mine!" Yamamoto Kojiro let out a cold snort and opened up his hidden cards. Immediately, a card with 8 of spades appeared in front of him. The cards were 10, J, Q, A and 8 of spades.    

"If it's not because you don't have enough chips, you will definitely lose this match!"    

Regarding this, Mr. Gao laughed it off and asked: "Are you sure you will win?"    

"Otherwise?" Yamamoto Kojiro nodded confidently.    

Mr. Gao said, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you know why I suddenly raised the stakes? You want to use this method to win the first round? "    

"Why?" Yamamoto Kojiro frowned and asked.    

Mr. Gao raised the corner of his mouth. He used his hand to pick up the hidden card and placed it on the table, revealing its true face.    

At this moment, the entire arena was stifled!    

Because, this was actually a … A spades!    

"Because, just like Mr. Yamamoto, I didn't want to make you lose the first round. If you play like this, then it would be too boring. Of course, if you want to see the cards in your hands, then I'll reluctantly let you see them." Mr. Gao said with a smile.    

"How is this possible?" Yamamoto Kojiro looked at the A's in disbelief, as if he was seeking his own humiliation.    

"..."    

Author's Note: I have something to do tonight, so I updated early! Maybe at night, depending on the situation.