thefictionvixens Chapter 299: 7 Cards Betting on 5 Cards
Chapter 299: 7 Cards Betting on 5 Cards
In fact, little did he know that Old Mo had already taken control of the suits of the cards.
Every time the dealer dealt the cards, Lao Mo would have Yi Nian lift them up.
This way, he wins every time the dealer plays a particular suit.
No matter what the dealer bets, he has a way to win 100%.
But that's exactly how Old Mo wants to play.
He felt a sense of satisfaction watching the time dwindle and the other person getting as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
There are only forty-odd minutes left, and those forty-odd minutes could torture the other side to death.
Old Mo wanted to torture him like this.
Old Mo went all in again this time, and his opponent folded again, so Old Mo won another ten million.
In the next round, Old Mo went all in again, and Torres again folded.
One more round, and the result was the same.
Torres was completely numb; he looked at the dealer with a resentful gaze.
Hey bro, you've been betting on suits that always let him win, can't you at least bet on one suit that lets me win?
However, things didn't go as planned, and Old Mo still won this round.
Torres was truly exhausted. With only half an hour left, he was going to be worn down at this rate.
No, I can't let him wear me down like this.
Although cheating is dangerous, he has no choice but to do it.
Although he firmly believed that if he waited, the dealer would eventually hand him a winning hand.
But he didn't have time.
In the past, when betting on Texas Hold'em, he generally wouldn't cheat because there was no need.
He memorized the cards perfectly, and as soon as the suit was revealed, he knew who had won; there was really no need to cheat.
But today, he has been forced into a corner.
After losing another hand, Torres decisively said, "Dealer, I want to get new cards."
There was nothing he could do; he had already lost 100 million to Old Mo after playing ten hands in a row.
Old Mo agreed, and the dealer changed to a new deck of cards.
Torres asked for a shuffle, and while shuffling, he stole two cards.
In theory, it's impossible to lose a bet with seven cards to five.
His act of stealing cards, of course, did not escape Lao Mo's divine sense, but Lao Mo smiled and did not expose him.
In this hand, Torres not only memorized all the cards, but also stole two aces.
The dealer dealt the cards, and according to Torres's hand tally, Old Mo won this hand again.
Four cards were dealt, two to each person.
Torres's face-up card is an ace of hearts, and his hole card is an ace of clubs.
Torres looked at the cards, his face still grim.
According to his memory of the cards, he only had a pair of aces. His opponent, on the other hand, would have a straight, so in the end, he lost.
After putting down his cards, Torres clenched his fist under the table.
Yes, there was no time left, and he was prepared to go all out. Because he had just stolen two Aces.
If he changes cards, he'll have four Aces, and he'll win 100%.
So, in this one, he went all out.
He gritted his teeth and threw out 20 million chips.
"I'm betting 20 million this time."
Old Mo smiled and pushed out 900 million chips.
"Sorry, I'm going all in."
"Haha, all in again, as expected of the All In Bro."
At this point, some people started shouting.
"With him..."
"With him..."
"With him..."
Gradually, the crowd began chanting in unison, "Follow him! Follow him!"
"Okay. This round, I'll go all in with you."
Torres gritted his teeth and pushed out his remaining nine hundred million chips.
By this time, Torres was covered in sweat.
In fact, he had already started sweating.
"Good. They've finally followed along, haha. Now, this is finally going to be a good show."
The onlookers finally cheered excitedly.
Barton sat there without saying a word, his eyes closed, but his heart was pounding so hard it almost jumped out of his chest.
That's so damn exciting!
"Alright. Both sides go all in. Now, let's start dealing the cards."
The first card Torres received was the nine of spades. After looking at the card, he decisively exchanged it for the ace of spades.
Old Mo's hand only had one spade ten.
The dealer dealt the cards and gave him a King of Spades.
When the cards were dealt again, Torres received another insignificant card, which he promptly exchanged for the Ace of Diamonds.
Now he has three Aces on his deck. Adding his hole card, the Ace of Clubs, he now has four Aces.
This hand is unbeatable. No matter what he gets on the last card, he's guaranteed to win.
Old Mo, on the other hand, drew the Queen of Spades as his third card.
Old Mo's deck then consisted of a ten of spades, a king of spades, and a queen of spades.
His hand isn't weak either. Although the chances of making a straight flush are slim, making a flush is still possible.
Torres's expression darkened when he saw Old Mo's cards, because they didn't match the cards he remembered.
However, he still smiled.
Because that's no longer important; only he knows that Old Mo can't possibly form a straight flush.
He's already taken the Ace of Spades and revealed it. He's also taken the Nine of Spades, but he's hidden it and replaced it with the Ace of Spades.
Therefore, Old Mo's highest hand can only form five spades.
With a hand like that, you can't possibly beat his four aces.
The dealer continues dealing cards.
Torres got a two.
So Torres' current hand consists of four aces and one two, but the hole card, the ace of clubs, has not yet been revealed.
The dealer dealt Old Mo a Jack of Spades.
In this way, Old Mo's deck consists of a King of Spades, a Queen of Spades, a Jack of Spades, and a Ten of Spades.
This is a flush.
Torres was taken aback; the cards were so different from what he remembered. How could this be?
Was I too nervous and misremembered the cards?
However, that doesn't matter anymore, it really doesn't matter anymore, because he's going to win this round.
Patton sat there, his hands and feet trembling. A flush of cards—it was terrifying.
Because if we lose this round, then it's all over.
Torres saw Barton's expression. Perhaps to rekindle his confidence, he couldn't wait to reveal his trump card.
"Mr. Chen, you're doomed to lose this round. I have four aces; I can't imagine how you're going to beat me."
As he turned the cards over, the room erupted in uproar.
Ladies and gentlemen, four packs of cigarettes!
This is absolutely the best hand in Texas Hold'em.
Aside from a straight flush, this is a winning hand.
Torres finally got his moment of triumph, looking smugly at Old Mo.
"Alright, Mr. Chen, time is precious, hurry up and show your cards and concede! Let's move on to the next round."
Old Mo chuckled and said, "Mr. Gambler, is four aces the highest hand in Texas Hold'em? I haven't seen my hole cards yet. What if I have a nine of spades?"
Torres sneered inwardly: "Fine. I look forward to you drawing the nine of spades."
He said that, but inside he was laughing. "The nine of spades is in my sleeve! How could you possibly draw the nine of spades?"
"How will you know if you don't look?"
Old Mo pretended to look at the cards.
"Oh dear, Mr. God of Gamblers, I'm sorry, but my hole card really is the nine of spades."