Even the noblewoman lost her composure.
Just as expected, the old gentleman thought to himself, "He can call to the end without looking at his cards, and he remains unfazed even when facing four 9s..."
Besides Tonghuashun (a Chinese online gambling platform), what else has such confidence?
This young man... he's terrifying.
He was glad he had wisely folded, and even more glad he had stepped in to help, witnessing such a Legend hand – it was all worth it! At that moment, the old gentleman looked at the middle-aged man with eyes full of sympathy.
Middle-aged people, on the other hand, were struck dumb upon seeing the 10 of spades!
He lost to a madman who didn't even look at his cards? That's impossible! It must be a hallucination! Yes, it's a hallucination!
After a two-second pause, Ginger erupted in jubilation, excitedly hugging Draco tightly. "We won! Sir, we won! It's a flush, we really won!"
Draco was caught off guard and hugged by her. He buried his head in her soft embrace, feeling a wave of helplessness at first.
He thought to himself that this woman was too reckless, but feeling the soft, motherly embrace and her sweet fragrance, he felt an immense sense of enjoyment...
"Alright, got it. Go collect the chips." Draco raised his hand and symbolically patted Ginger on the back.
Seeing this, the young master revealed a knowing smile that all men understand, but more than that, he was amazed by the outcome of the card game.
The lady could understand Ginger's lapse in composure, while the old gentleman stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
When they saw the middle-aged man who had been drained of all his energy in an instant, they all showed a look of sympathy.
That's terrible... Holding four 9s, I thought I had the game in the bag, and even risked everything to raise the bet to 500,000, hoping to crush my opponent in one fell swoop. But I never expected my opponent to have an even more terrifying straight flush...
This dramatic fall from heaven to hell is enough to shatter any gambler's mental defenses. What's more, he had previously ridiculed Draco and mocked the old gentleman's help... Now, he seems more like a clown.
Unable to bear the pitying gazes of the crowd, and even less able to face the reality of his crushing defeat, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up, turned around, and staggered out of the VIP box, not even bothering to greet his glamorous female companion.
The female companion was also stunned by this sudden turn of events. Watching the middle-aged man flee in panic, she hurriedly chased after him.
Staying here will only add to the awkwardness.
At this moment, Ginger had released Draco, her face flushed as she composed herself, and then gathered the mountain of chips together.
Draco then returned every single chip the old gentleman had invested in this round, along with the 100,000 chips he had borrowed earlier. In this round, Draco netted a total of 850,000 chips, and with his initial investment, his total chips amounted to 1,153,000.
"Thank you, sir," Draco said to the old gentleman.
"Young man, you're quite skilled!" the old gentleman praised Draco with a smile. "I've lived most of my life and never seen such a gambler as you, winning without even looking at your cards."
The young master and the lady were filled with regret. They should have folded at the start; then they wouldn't have lost money this round...
After this round, no one in the private room dared to mention continuing to play cards, and they all looked at Draco with apprehension.
This guy can win without even looking at or touching his cards, and he can even get a straight flush to beat four 9s. He's practically a gambling god. Anyone who dares to gamble against him is just asking for trouble.
"Want to play again?" Draco asked jokingly.
"Still playing?" the young master retorted speechlessly, then complained, "Brother, this isn't 'playing,' you're here to reap the rewards! Playing with you isn't seeking thrills, it's courting death!"
"We've seen your skills firsthand, and we're completely outmatched. We'll never dare to try and show off our limited abilities again." The noblewoman was convinced.
"I admit defeat, and this game has been enjoyable enough; there's no need to continue," the old gentleman said with a smile.
"Really not playing anymore? I haven't had enough fun yet."
"What a load of crap! You play by yourself, we really can't keep up!" The young master shook his head, covered his face, and said with a wry smile.
Since nobody dares to play anymore,
Draco had no reason to stay.
"I have an idea. Do you dare to play a big game with me?" the old gentleman said as Draco was about to leave.
"The old gentleman is so confident?" Draco stopped, turned around, and looked at the old gentleman, waiting for him to continue.
The lady and the young master both looked at the old gentleman with surprise.
"Hasn't this old man lost enough?" the young master thought.
"Confidence?" The old gentleman smiled slyly. "No, what confidence can I have against an opponent like Mr. Collard?"
"I'm just unwilling to accept defeat. I'm no match for you in Texas Hold'em, but I won't bet with you on Texas Hold'em."
"Oh?" Draco asked, showing some interest.
"What should we bet on?"
"Baccarat!" the old gentleman confidently uttered three words.
"Isn't this a card too?" Draco chuckled.
"That's right, it's cards." The old gentleman gave a meaningful smile. "But unlike Texas Hold'em, which requires strategy and psychological warfare, Baccarat is all about points determining the winner; it's all about luck and guts."
"Forget it," Draco shook his head, "I'll let you off the hook since you helped me out earlier."
These words elicited varying reactions from the people in the private room.
Ginger's admiration only grew stronger, while the young master curled his lip, thinking to himself: This guy starts acting all high and mighty after winning a little money...
"Would you be interested if I took this out?" The old gentleman smiled mysteriously and pulled a dazzling blue diamond necklace from his pocket. The diamonds refracted a mesmerizing blue light under the lamp, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"This is...?" The young master's eyes widened.
" The Star of the Ocean?!" The noblewoman covered her mouth as she spoke, her eyes gleaming with fervor and amazement. She involuntarily stood up, leaning forward, her gaze fixed intently on the blue diamond.
"That's right," the old gentleman smiled smugly, "Although it's a replica of the Heart of the Ocean, it's still a genuine blue diamond, worth at least a few million. How about I bet you this?"
The women in the private room immediately became restless.
The women in the private room couldn't sit still any longer. The remaining three female companions crowded around, their eyes filled with longing. Ginger even seemed to see it wearing around her neck.
"Sir, could you sell me this necklace? I'm willing to pay a high price, just name your price." The lady could no longer maintain her dignified demeanor and pleaded.
"I won't sell it. It's only for gambling. Only the winner can take it away." The old gentleman firmly shook his head.
Upon hearing this, the noblewoman's pleading gaze turned firm:
"Then I'll join this bet too."
"Sir, please don't gamble anymore. It would be such a pity if you lost. How about we don't gamble with them?" The old gentleman's female companion took his arm and began to coax him sweetly.