The dealer signaled for the three players to show their cards.
Although the young man had already folded, as the audience expected, he dejectedly revealed his hole cards: 6 of diamonds and 7 of diamonds.
"Flush..." the young man said weakly.
"It's a flush..."
"No wonder you folded, your hand was too weak."
"A flush is pretty good with this hand, too bad..."
Next was the middle-aged man, who also revealed the cards he had discarded, his voice hoarse as he said, "Jack of Hearts, Jack of Spades, Full House."
"It's a gourd!"
Three Jacks and a pair of Aces! What a great hand!
"This hand is terrifying!"
Next up was the older woman. She slowly revealed her hand, calmly saying, "Your full house may be big, but I have four aces, easily beating you. Your choice was absolutely correct..."
"Four A's!!!"
"Monster card! Absolutely a monster card!"
"If it weren't for a flush, she would have won everything!"
"You too!" The fat man grinned smugly and suddenly flipped over his hole cards: 8 of Diamonds, 9 of Diamonds.
"Make way! My hand, plus the community cards 10, J, Q, is a straight flush! A diamond straight flush beats four aces!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman slumped into her chair.
"How so..."
"Wow--!" The entire audience erupted in cheers!
"A flush! It really is a flush!"
"We won! The fat guy won!"
"A flush, a full house, and four aces—this hand is something to brag about for a lifetime!"
"The pot is his now! Oh my god!"
"Not necessarily, the black-haired man hasn't been revealed yet!"
"He still looks like the pillar of strength, could it be?"
"Unless it's also a straight flush! Only a straight flush can beat a straight flush."
All eyes turned to Draco.
Draco suddenly laughed.
He slowly revealed his trump card—
K of Diamonds.
There's only this one; you don't even need to flip to the second one!
10, J, Q, K, A of Diamonds – a Royal Flush!
"No... impossible..." The fat man's face drained of all color instantly, his lips trembled, and his body began to shake uncontrollably. "Royal... Royal Flush... you..."
"Royal Flush! Haha, Fatty, you've finally met your match!" The middle-aged woman screamed and jumped up from her chair.
This time, it was the fat man's turn to slump into the chair.
The middle-aged man and the trendy young man were completely petrified, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with horror and absurdity.
Their hand was simply not good enough...
"My God! It's a royal flush!"
"Complete crushing! Absolute crushing!"
"The probability of that is lower than being struck by lightning!"
"Is he a human or a ghost?!"
"Fatty's life has truly gone from heaven to hell!"
"I'll remember this hand for a hundred years!"
Finally, the dealer confirmed the result and pushed the terrifying mountain of chips in front of Draco.
The clattering sound of the chips hitting each other was so jarring and cruel to the ears of the fat man, the old woman, and the others.
"Want to play again?" Draco asked.
"My God! He even asked if we wanted to keep playing?!" one audience member exclaimed. "How can we play like this?! This isn't playing cards, this is... this is a massacre! It's God toying with mortals!"
"What the hell are you playing at?!" The fat guy reacted the most violently.
After all, he lost the most miserably...
"Haha, Fatty's mental state has collapsed!" A heavily made-up woman looked at Fatty with pity, but even more so with a thrilling excitement. "From heaven to hell, it's all just a card away!"
"Even the old lady's gone bad, four aces! She lost all four aces! Who would dare play with her now?" A bald gambler shook his head. "Luckily I wasn't at the table, or I'd go crazy too!"
Auntie: "..."
Killing someone is like destroying their spirit...
The middle-aged man was the calmest one.
Anyway, it's nothing.
"Just look at the guy with glasses from before! He was right! He just left." Someone remarked.
"No... I'm not playing anymore... I'm not playing anymore... You're a monster... You're a monster..." The young man followed in the footsteps of the bespectacled man...
They then left the gambling table, leaving only four people.
"That kid ran the fastest! Like he'd seen a ghost!" The young man's disheveled escape drew a burst of laughter, but the laughter quickly turned into deeper discussions of fear.
"Since no one's playing anymore, please help me count the winnings," Draco said calmly to the dealer.
Draco's royal flush was confirmed as the winner, and the dealer began counting the massive stack of chips. According to the rules, the casino needs to take a certain percentage of the winner's winnings as commission.
After the count was completed, the dealer turned to Draco and said:
"Sir, according to casino rules, a cut is made on the pot after each Texas Hold'em game. Since you've played three hands, the cut will amount to 560 yuan."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding spectators were secretly astonished; this amount of chips would be the entire bet of many people at a regular gambling table.
"I happen to have seven hundred chips on me, no need for change." Draco pulled seven 100-chip stacks from his pocket and gave them to him.
"Sir, I'm so sorry," the dealer quickly waved his hand and explained, "The casino has a strict rule that the commission must be calculated based on the actual amount; we can't accept anything more."
"The casino is quite... efficient," Draco chuckled, but he still didn't take back the extra chips.
Instead, he said, "Here's the deal: you take what you're entitled to, and the remaining 140 chips are your Little Filch."
"Thank you so much for your generosity, sir! You are so kind." The dealer's professional smile turned into delight as he put away the 560 chips and pocketed the remaining Little Filch.
At the gambling table, the fat man and the middle-aged woman felt a sharp pang in their hearts as they watched Draco casually tip the dealer 700 chips without batting an eye. That Little Filch might have been part of the money they had just lost. There's just no comparison between people.
The other gamblers were very envious!
"You're just going to treat this as Little Filch?!"
"Forget dealing cards, I'd do anything for him, even serve him tea and water!" one gambler said.
"Don't dream about it. The Canary have been driven away, and you're still serving them tea and water," the gambler next to him retorted.
In an instant, countless envious gazes were focused on the flattered croupier, wishing they were him.
Serving alongside such a generous and lavish client is practically the ultimate dream for any casino employee.
Having received the Little Filch, the dealer became even more efficient, and quickly said to Draco with a smile, "Sir, please wait a moment, I'll go and exchange a large amount of chips for you, and I'll be right back!" After saying that, he took the chips and walked quickly towards the exchange counter.
Just then, a man in a dark suit walked through the crowd and came straight to Draco. "Excuse me for bothering you, sir, my name is Sam, and I'm the manager of the casino."
As soon as the words were spoken, the few remaining players at the table and the gamblers watching from the outside all fell silent, each one startled.