The spacious room was filled with a bizarre mixture of sweet fragrance and thick cigarette smoke.
At first sniff, it seemed somewhat fragrant and pleasant.
But after taking a careful whiff, there was also an indescribable strange odor.
A little smelly, a little pungent.
Around the gambling table, everyone wore such solemn expressions. The cigarettes in their hands were usually smoked only two or three times before slowly burning away between their fingers or in the ashtray.
Joanna's face was slightly flushed. She was, of course, fully dressed and wasn't doing anything special. She was merely gambling.
The adrenaline coursing through her kept her in a state of constant excitement.
To avoid the "Bounty" game, she had joined a friend in this new-style card game.
The rules were simple. Each person received three cards, then bet round after round according to the hand-ranking rules.
There were no new cards and no further changes. Whatever you drew at the beginning was what you had! The game looked simple, yet it was filled with a deadly allure! It was a battle of wits! Everyone knew only the cards in their own hands, and the dealing rules made high-ranking hands far from easy to obtain.
That meant that sometimes, a hand that didn't look very strong would become the strongest hand at the table, such as a pair.
A pair ranked only in the second tier overall, making the psychological battle even more important.
In truth, the rules of the game were very simple.
When your hand was neither strong nor weak, you had to make everyone believe you were holding a strong hand. That way, you could rake in the pot.
When your hand was strong, it was best to make everyone think you didn't have a strong hand, but were merely