In Texas Hold'em, a royal flush was the highest possible hand.
The odds of it appearing were extremely low.
Seeing that Mr. William had actually drawn a royal flush,
Drouf immediately cried out, "Impossible!"
Paul also shouted, "Your hole cards were clearly—"
Mr. William looked at the fat man. "What about my hole cards?"
He smiled. "Mr. Paul, did you peek at my hole cards?"
"You wouldn't have peeked at my cards, would you?"
He looked at them one by one.
James hurriedly said, "How could we?"
"I think Mr. Paul didn't mean that. He was just startled by your 'royal flush.'"
"Am I right, Mr. Paul?"
The fat man hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. This was a 'royal flush'! I've played cards for so long, but I've almost never seen one."
"So that's how it is."
Mr. William tossed his two hole cards into the deck. "In any case, I won this hand. Sorry, everyone."
"Let's play cards together again sometime."
He gestured for the waiter to collect the chips and cash them out.
"Sorry, I got too excited."
"I need to use the restroom."
After William left, Paul immediately cried, "This is impossible! We saw his hole cards just now."
"His hole cards were the ten of hearts and the seven of spades, not two clubs at all."
James said with a dark expression, "He must have pulled some trick, but we can't accuse him unless we're willing to admit we peeked at his hole cards."
The wealthy merchant Hanliff gave a dry laugh. "Gentlemen, it doesn't matter if he won. Didn't we make other preparations?"
Drouf said, "I'll have them get ready."
A moment later, Sifa returned to the hall.
His two trips to the restroom had been to let the Scholar of Yore replace him and