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Chapter 97 Game Theory (Part 1)

The casino lobby was brightly lit at this moment.

The huge gambling table in the very center was illuminated by spotlights, making it look like a stage, with five people sitting around it.

Sitting at the east end was an elderly white man in his sixties, with gray hair that was neatly combed. He wore a dark gray custom-made suit with pure gold buttons on the cuffs, engraved with the Cromi family crest.

Javier Krommey.

The current head of the Cromi family has been navigating the Houston underworld for forty years, rising from a street thug to a godfather-like figure who controls more than a dozen casinos with an annual turnover of tens of millions.

Across from him sat a muscular Black man.

fangs.

The leader of the Fangtooth Gang, no one knows his real name, only that he has fangs made of pure gold in his mouth, and when he laughs, his gold teeth look like a wild beast ready to bite.

Two people sat on each side, serving as witnesses from other families.

"Brother Javier," Fang grinned, his gold teeth dazzling, "a bet of five million dollars, you certainly have a big hand."

Jia Wei picked up his glass of red wine, took a sip, and said calmly, "Five million for some peace and quiet."

Fang's smile froze for a moment.

"Quiet? What do you mean?"

Javi put down his glass and looked at the other man: "Your Fang Gang opened three underground casinos on my turf, stealing 30% of my business. Today, I win. Get out of East Houston. I win..."

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He paused, then said, "This Chromie Casino of mine is yours."

Fang's pupils contracted slightly.

He stared at Javi for a few seconds, then burst into laughter: "Javi, you're a man of principle! Let's do it your way!"

He smiled broadly, but a barely perceptible chill flashed deep in his eyes.

Laugh now, but wait until Kara falls into my hands, then let's see if you'll still be laughing.

"Deal the cards," Javier said to the dealer.

Behind the gambling table, Javi's youngest son, Anthony, was so nervous that he kept swallowing, his ill-fitting suit and tie already distorted from being pulled.

"Brother, can Dad win?" he asked his older brother beside him in a trembling voice.

The older brother gave him a cold glance: "Shut up. Never doubt the old man at the card table."

An elderly family member who had worked alongside Javi for thirty years came over, patted Anthony on the shoulder, and whispered, "Young master, look closely. Texas Hold'em is not just about cards, but also about people. Fang thinks he's trying to provoke the master, but he has no idea that the master is not someone he can provoke."

At the gambling table, the dealer's movements were clean and efficient.

Round One, the trump card.

Javi covered the card with both hands and slightly lifted the corner of the card.

Hearts 8, Hearts 9.

It was a beautiful straight, good for both offense and defense, but until the community cards were seen, it was nothing. Javi tucked his cards under his chips, expressionless.

The man opposite, Fang, glanced at his hole card, his smile widening instantly, and he even couldn't help but whistle.

"Twenty thousand, let's test the waters." Fang pushed out a stack of chips.

Without even lifting his eyelids, Jia Wei tossed out 20,000: "Choose."

The other three witnesses exchanged glances and wisely folded. They were only there to witness the proceedings and couldn't steal the spotlight from the protagonist. Now, it was a duel between Chromie and Fang.

The second round, the flop.

The dealer cuts the deck and deals three community cards:

10 of Hearts, Jack of Hearts, 3 of Spades.

Javi's breathing remained steady, but a slight glint appeared in the depths of his pupils.

With the 8, 9, 10, and J of hearts, he not only drew a straight but also a flush, a highly explosive hand in Texas Hold'em: a double draw of a straight flush.

If he gets another 7 or Queen of Hearts, he has a straight flush; if he gets another heart, he has a flush; if he gets a regular 7 or Queen, he has a straight.

With this deck of cards, he will be invincible!

"Looks like this table favors the young." Fang laughed loudly, immediately pushing out 300,000. "Raise the stakes!"

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Javi crossed his hands under his chin and quietly watched Fang. Fang's posture was very relaxed, and his fingers did not make any unnecessary movements when placing bets.

In other words, the opponent has at least a strong hand, which may be a top pair or even a hidden flush draw.

"Call," Javi said calmly, pushing out 300,000 chips.

Round three.

The dealer deals the fourth card:

2 of the squares.

A meaningless discarded card did nothing to change the situation.

Fang looked at Javi, his smile suddenly vanishing, his eyes turning cold: "Five hundred thousand, Javi, if you're waiting for a straight or a flush, this card won't help you. Fold it, just like—"

"Five hundred thousand, I call." Javi interrupted him coldly. "Fang, talking nonsense at the poker table is the behavior of an amateur. If your chips can't keep up with your mouth, go back to your slums."

Fang's face was ashen, his eyes twitching violently. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine—very well, let's see how long you can keep up this act."

The fourth round, the river.

The dealer flipped over the last community card.

The card landed softly on the green tablecloth.

7 of Hearts.

The five community cards on the table are set: 10 of hearts, Jack of hearts, 3 of spades, 2 of diamonds, and 7 of hearts.

Dead silence.

Everyone held their breath after seeing all the community cards. Fang stared intently at the 7 of Hearts, and suddenly, he let out an extremely wild laugh.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and tears were welling up in his eyes.

He's going to win.

Because his hole cards were the Ace of Hearts and the Queen of Hearts.

There are three hearts on the table, and with the Ace and Queen in his hand, he has made the nut flush, which is an absolutely unbeatable hand on this board except for a straight flush!

The only way to make a straight flush is if your opponent happens to have the 8 and 9 of hearts.

What is the probability of this happening? It's lower than being struck by lightning twice!

Fang absolutely refused to believe that Jave had such good luck; he was certain that Jave had at most a small flush or a regular straight.

"Old man—" Fang suddenly stood up, his hands on the table, looking down at Javi with cruel pleasure in his eyes. "Times have changed. You're an old thing from the old era. Your casino, your territory, I'll take them all!"

He shoved all the chips piled up in front of him hard into the center of the gambling table!

"All in! Four million! Old man, do you dare take the bet?!"

The clinking of chips echoed through the hall.

Anthony was so frightened that he took a step back, his face turning pale. The bodyguards of the Cromi family also instinctively gripped their gun handles.

That's four million! Including the previous amounts, that's five million US dollars. That's five million US dollars, which is the Cromy family's annual income.

All eyes were on Javi.

Despite the pressure from fangs, Javi remained seated, his posture unchanged, as he simply put down his wine glass.

He looked at the mountain of chips, then looked up at Fang, who was sweating profusely with excitement.

He stared at Fang with a scrutinizing gaze, remaining silent.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

This suffocating silence caused Fang's arrogant smile to gradually stiffen.

What is this old man thinking?

Why wasn't he afraid? Why wasn't he angry?

If he had a weak hand, he should have folded long ago. If he had a flush, he should have hesitated in the face of my all-in!

unless----

A chill suddenly ran down Fang's back, and an extremely crazy thought flashed through his mind, causing his hand to tremble slightly.

"Do you know why I've been able to sit at this table for the past forty years?" Javi finally spoke, his voice not loud.

"Because I've never believed in luck."

Javi extended two fingers and gently pushed over the "all in" sign in front of him, then slowly turned over his two hole cards.

8 of Hearts.

9 of Hearts.

Hearts 7, 8, 9, 10, J.

Flush.

boom-!

It felt like a bomb had exploded in Fang's mind. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared intently at the two hearts. His legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

"No—impossible—" Fang muttered to himself in a daze, trembling as he turned over his cards: Ace of Hearts, Queen of Hearts.

The nut flush that he once thought was invincible was like a laughable toy in front of a straight flush.

Javi stood up, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and looked down at Sharp Teeth, whose face was ashen.

"You have a good hand, Fangs. But you're too hasty." Javi looked down at him. "By nightfall tomorrow, take your men and get out of East Houston."

Behind the gambling table, Anthony, his face flushed with excitement, pumped his fist and shouted, "Bro! The old man won! A fucking straight flush!"

The eldest brother's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and a proud smile appeared on his lips: "I told you, he is invincible."

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