I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 98 Triumph and Anxiety

Fang's face was ashen, but he did not fly into a rage as everyone expected. Instead, he took a deep breath and his expression became inscrutable.

"As expected of the head of the Javier family, a gambling master who has made a name for himself in Las Vegas, I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

He said with a forced, insincere smile.

Javier said calmly, "Still want to gamble? I'm always ready."

Fang turned his head slightly and beckoned to the second-in-command standing behind him. The second-in-command immediately bent down and put his ear close to Fang's mouth.

"Has that little brat been dealt with yet?" Fang's voice was kept extremely low.

The second-in-command's lips curled up slightly: "Five minutes ago, news came from Old Wolf that the bodyguards of the Chromie family have all been eliminated."

"Our people have taken over over the walkie-talkie; they can't detect anything unusual."

A satisfied glint flashed in Fang's eyes. He waved his hand, and the second-in-command straightened up and took a step back.

Fang looked at Javi again, a smile appearing on his face.

"Of course I'll still gamble, but..."

He raised his voice, "It's obviously not very meaningful for Patriarch Jiawei to bully a newbie like me. How about this, I'll find someone else and let him play a few rounds with you for me."

He raised his hand and waved behind him: "Golden Hand, come up here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged from the Sharp Fang Gang's crowd.

It was a black man, in his forties, with a lean build. What was most striking about him were his hands, which were covered in gold gloves that shimmered under the lights.

He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, walked to the gambling table, and nodded slightly to Javi.

"I've heard so much about you, Head of the Chromie family."

Javi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Golden Hand.

He had heard of that name before.

Behind the gambling table, Anthony's eyes were wide open.

"Golden Hand?" he asked the older brother next to him in a low voice, "Brother, who is this guy? Is he really that good?"

The elder brother did not answer immediately; his gaze was fixed on the man wearing the gold glove, his expression solemn.

The old man from the family who had worked alongside Jia Wei for thirty years sighed and said in a low voice, "Young Master, this man—is no ordinary gambler."

Anthony swallowed hard. "How so?"

The old man lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "Five years ago, in Las Vegas, at the MGM casino, a mysterious man swept the high-stakes tables for three consecutive days, winning more than three million. The casino suspected him of cheating and hired more than a dozen experts to watch him for three days, but they couldn't find any flaws."

Finally, the casino manager personally intervened, asking him to leave and promising that he would receive the highest level of service whenever he entered any casino in the future, on the condition that he would never gamble again.

Anthony's breathing quickened: "That's him?"

The old man nodded: "Golden Hand, no one knows his real name, only his hands, which are said to be able to see through all card games."

Later, someone gave him the nickname "Mind Reader."

"A mind reader?" Anthony was stunned. "He can read other people's cards?"

"It's not about seeing through someone," the eldest brother finally spoke, his voice low. "It's about judging your hand based on your expression, movements, breathing, and even the frequency of your blinking. People like that are more terrifying than those who cheat."

Anthony's face turned pale.

He looked at the black man with big white teeth at the gambling table, then at his father, his heart pounding.

"That—that father—"

"Shut up," his older brother interrupted him coldly. "Just watch."

The gambling table was once again piled high with millions of chips, and Golden Hand had already sat down next to Fang, flexing his fingers.

Then he looked at Javi and grinned, "Patriarch Javi, you were quite impressive just now."

Javi leaned back in his chair and looked at him: "Golden Hand, I've heard of you too."

Golden Hand raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What did you hear?"

"I heard you're pretty good at bluffing." Javi picked up his glass of red wine, took a sip, and said, "Yeah, your mouth is even more impressive than your card skills."

Golden Hand's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his nonchalant demeanor: "Patriarch Jiawei is joking. My greatest virtue is honesty."

He paused, then looked at the dealer: "Deal the cards."

The dealer glanced at Javier.

Javi nodded.

Round One, the trump card.

Javi covered the cards with both hands and slightly lifted the corners of the cards: 9 of diamonds and 5 of spades.

He had a very ordinary hand, and he covered it under his chips, his face expressionless.

The Golden Hand on the other side also glanced at his own cards, then he looked up at Javi.

"Two hundred thousand." Golden Hand pushed out the chips directly, his tone as casual as if he were ordering a cup of coffee.

Javi glanced at him, said nothing, and pushed out 200,000 chips.

"and."

The other three witnesses exchanged glances and wisely folded; they were simply there to make up the numbers.

In the second round, the dealer cuts the deck and deals three community cards:

Jack of Hearts, 8 of Spades, 3 of Clubs.

Golden Hand glanced at the public board, then at Javi, and suddenly smiled.

"Master Javi, what do you think of this divination?"

Javi looked at him without saying a word.

Golden Hand said to himself, "In my opinion, this hand has nothing. There are no straights, no flushes, just a bunch of random cards."

He paused, a hint of mockery in his voice, "This kind of hand is perfect for bluffing, don't you think?"

Javi's face remained expressionless. He simply looked at Golden Hand and said calmly, "Golden Hand, do you know why you've been stuck in the underground scene for the past ten years, unable to make it onto the mainstream?"

Golden Hand's smile froze.

Javi continued, "Because he talks too much."

He placed 300,000 chips: "Raise."

Golden Hand's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly grinned and said, "Alright, Patriarch Jiawei is right to teach me a lesson, I'll follow suit."

He put up 300,000 chips.

In the third round, the dealer deals the fourth card:

5 of the squares.

Javi's eyes flickered slightly. If it was a 5 of diamonds, then he would now have a pair of 5s in his hand.

Although they're not big names, at least they have some confidence now.

Golden Hand looked at the 5 of Diamonds, then at Javi, and suddenly spoke up: "Patriarch Javi, I admit you said I talked too much, but do you know why I talked so much?"

Javi did not speak.

Golden Hand continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, "Because I'm watching."

He stared into Javi's eyes: "After watching three innings, I've noticed something."

Javi remained expressionless.

Golden Hand laughed: "You're too steady, so steady it's not like a normal person."

When a normal person gets a good hand, they will feel excited, nervous, and unconsciously breathe faster. When a normal person gets a bad hand, they will feel disappointed, irritable, and unconsciously frown.

But you didn't; you had the same expression the whole time.

He leaned back and crossed his arms: "So, I have no idea what cards you have in your hand."

Javi looked at him, then asked, "So?"

Golden Hand shrugged: "So I'm not guessing anymore."

He put up 500,000 chips: "500,000."

A slight smile played on Jawi's lips as he also pushed out 500,000 chips, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage.

The fourth round, the river.

The dealer flipped over the last community card:

5 of Hearts.