"I'm all in!"
At the card table, only Carlos and a Marine officer remained. The officer was a colonel. Carlos looked over both hands and casually tossed out more than fifty thousand Berries.
The Marine officer hesitated at the sight. Both sides had a chance to win. His visible cards were a pair of tens, a queen, and a nine, while Carlos had a pair of nines, a jack, and an eight.
"What? Scared?"
"A proud Marine is afraid over a hundred thousand Berries?" Carlos sneered, provoking him.
Carlos did not actually know the man's hole card. He had merely hypnotized these people and magnified their gambler instincts. Their intelligence had not declined, nor had their personalities changed. He had not cheated. The only reason he was so cocky was because he was rich—no, absurdly rich. Money was nothing but a number to him!
He could casually go all in on a game worth a hundred thousand Berries or so. He would not dare do so with hundreds of millions on the line. It was nothing else but confidence.
"All in."
"All in! All in! All in!" the onlookers egged them on, delighted to stir up trouble.
"Fine, I'm all in!" The Marine officer's head heated up. Gritting his teeth, he pushed all the Berries before him forward. It was a gamble: win, and he would get nearly two hundred thousand Berries; lose, and he would be down eighty or ninety thousand.
"Good. Show your cards."
Carlos raised a hand eagerly, excitement stirring inside him. It had nothing to do with the amount of money involved. It was simply the thrill and anticipation of the unknown.
"My hole card is a queen. I have a pair of tens and a pair of queens. You only have one way to beat