In the smoke-filled room, the air had already been tainted by the fumes from burning tobacco. Alcohol had joined in, mixing with the scents of various perfumes and making the smell even worse.
Many people did not realize that concentrated perfume was like someone punching you in the brain when you took a breath of it. It was pungent, and some of it could be extremely foul-smelling.
The air in the room grew even more unpleasant, but no one paid attention to it.
Everyone's attention was focused on the five people around the table.
The player sitting across from Joanna casually pushed a stack of chips into the center of the poker table.
The dealer counted them for him. "A total of one million two hundred and seventy thousand, sir."
The man looked at Joanna as if provoking her, then glanced at the others.
He was using his own unique way to tell them that his hand was extremely strong! But at a time like this, that sort of behavior was already of little significance.
For one thing, this game itself was all about deception and intrigue. Betting one million two hundred and seventy thousand in chips against all the chips on the table carried some risk, but not much.
Besides, the game had been going on for quite some time. It needed something to stir people's emotions.
Joanna looked at the cards in her hand again, reinforcing her conviction that she would win.
At that moment, she did not think there was any risk in the others calling or even raising.
In her eyes, these people were all giving her money.
Because her hand absolutely could not lose! Without the slightest hesitation, she pushed all the chips in front of her out as well. Unfortunately, the dealer reminded her