The Final Two Rounds

A faint smile flickered across Lin Chen's face. He had clearly confirmed that this guy was a plant, there solely to give everyone else a chance.

Sure enough, Fatty Ding said directly, "Two million."

"I'll call, but I won't raise," Wen Qiang said.

Wukong said, "Call."

Lin Chen smiled. "Double it. Four million."

"Damn, that's a lot. I'm out."

Wukong drew a sharp breath, waved his hand, and pushed himself out of the game.

That meant his two million was definitely gone. Now it was just a matter of who would take it.

Wen Qiang said directly, "Call."

Fatty Ding gritted his teeth. Although Yang You had called him over, Yang You had never said he would cover his losses. If he won, the money would be his.

From the looks of it, he did have a chance of winning. But Wen Qiang's upcards were so strong that whether his hole card was a J or a K, he could crush Fatty Ding in an instant.

After thinking it over, he said, "I'm out."

Seeing that only two players remained, the dealer said, "Continue dealing the fourth card."

Lin Chen received the three of spades, while Wen Qiang got the jack of clubs. He was instantly overjoyed and said with a grin, "Oh, a pair of jacks. I'm going to raise."

"Go ahead," Lin Chen said coolly.

Lin Chen had already seen what Wen Qiang's hole card was. The guy was obviously just showing off on purpose.

"It was four million just now, right? Let's round it up. Ten million."

"Ten million!"

Several onlookers sucked in a breath, while the corners of Yang You's mouth curled up. If Lin Chen did not call, he would lose that four million.

"Darling, should we call or not?"

Lin Chen turned back to