After getting his cards, Chiffon was delighted. This time, he had 7, 8, 9—a mixed straight. He could make a hefty bet.
Once everyone had their cards, betting began with the previous winner. The expressionless man seated to Chiffon's left tossed down a 10,000-yen chip, then looked at Chiffon.
"I'll call." Chiffon casually tossed down ten 1,000-yen chips. The others followed.
Of the four players, aside from the man to Chiffon's left, who had 4, 5, 6, everyone else had small pairs. No matter how the betting went, Chiffon would win this hand.
After three rounds, one player had already folded. The man on Chiffon's left suddenly raised the stakes, throwing down five chips in an attempt to scare Chiffon off. In his eyes, Chiffon was a coward who did not even dare show his real face, so intimidation should work best on him.
But to his surprise, this coward actually called. Another player folded instead, leaving only the two of them.
"You've got guts." The man to Chiffon's left seemed somewhat angered and threw down another five chips. This left Chiffon without enough chips to call.
"Exchange another 100,000 yen for me. Oh, make it ten 10,000-yen chips," Chiffon said to the dealer.
The dealer instructed a woman beside him to handle the exchange. He was rather puzzled. At first, Chiffon had seemed like an amateur, so why was he suddenly going head-to-head with the other man? Did he have a strong hand?
Once the chips arrived, Chiffon immediately tossed out five, signaling that he called.
Now the man to his left had a headache. Did this black-robed man really have a good hand?
Refusing to accept it, he raised by another two chips. Chiffon was delighted. The more you raise, the better. You're going to lose anyway, so