Chapter 888 [888] No way? You can lose this?
Without Ye Feng's participation, the greasy middle-aged man finally won the game easily.

This time it was his turn to be the banker, and he once again gave Cheng Feier that greasy smile.

"Beautiful lady, you have to do it for me this time. I believe your sweet hands will bring good luck to me. When you win money, I will give you a big red envelope."

Cheng Feier looked at him with disgust, but ultimately did not refuse.

Because she was quite far away from the cards, she had to stand up to reach them. Ye Feng was about to reach out and give them to her.

But at this moment, the greasy man suddenly stopped him, "You can't touch the cards!"

Ye Feng's previous win was too weird. Although he didn't have any evidence, he strongly suspected that this guy was cheating and he must not let him touch the cards.

"Okay, I won't touch it." Ye Feng immediately took his hand back, but he couldn't stop sneering in his heart. Is it necessary to touch the cards to cheat? Childish!

This time it was his turn to place the first bet.

After Cheng Feier dealt the cards, he threw out two thousand chips without even looking at them.

The gambler sitting below him was cursing in his heart, thinking how unlucky it was to sit behind these two guys.

I looked at the cards unwillingly: 6, 6, K, another small pair.

If he had called with a bet of one or two hundred, he might have continued to play for a few rounds, but if he wanted to call now, he would have to bet directly four thousand, and he couldn't bear it.

"threw!"

He threw the cards down angrily, stood up and left, not wanting to play with these two guys anymore.

Of course, he didn't leave immediately. He wanted to see what good cards these two guys could come up with in the end.
The others didn't have big cards in their hands, so they threw them away one after another. Ye Feng and the greasy middle-aged man were left on the field again.

The middle-aged man stared at him and smiled, "Two thousand, I'll follow you."

As he said that, he threw out two thousand yuan in chips.

"Four thousand." Ye Feng was a ruthless man of few words and threw out another four thousand chips.

"Four thousand. I'll follow you." The middle-aged man seemed to be competing with him and refused to give in.

"Eight thousand!" Ye Feng continued to play without any hesitation.

"hiss……"

Everyone present immediately gasped.

"Is this guy crazy? He didn't even look at the cards and just bet 8,000?"

"Maybe you got a taste of success last time, so you want to try it again?"

"Is this a dream? Is it possible that this kind of good luck will happen every time?"

"If he plays like this, he'll lose everything in just a few tries."

"What a loser..."

Everyone in the crowd started to laugh at Ye Feng, saying that the way he played was too risky.

Even Cheng Fei'er frowned slightly. This guy didn't even look at the cards, and he dared to follow like this? Isn't this a bit too arrogant?

The greasy middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and kept looking at Ye Feng's face, "Are you trying to scare me? Then I will fight you to the end. Whoever backs down will be a bastard."

After saying that, he also threw in eight thousand chips.

Everyone around them suddenly became excited. Both of them were very angry, and it was exciting to watch them like this.

"Sixteen thousand."

Ye Feng threw out 16,000 chips without saying a word. He originally had less than 20,000 chips left in front of him, and they were all cleared out in an instant.

"Crazy, crazy, this guy is really crazy."

"Just keep 16,000? Isn't that too risky?"

"Young people are impulsive. Once provoked, they lose their temper."

"If I lose this time, it will be terrible..." Everyone was shocked by his action. How can you play like this? Do you really not take money seriously?

The middle-aged man could no longer remain calm and stared at Ye Feng, "Are you really going to do this?"

Ye Feng grinned, "We come out to play, isn't it just for fun? This time it's 16,000, next time it's 32,000, and the next time it's 64,000, we'll slowly work our way up."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There are few truly rich people playing on the first floor. If they were really rich, they would go directly to the second or third floors.

Even though he knew Ye Feng was trying to scare him, he didn't dare to follow him any further. But if he handed over the gun now, the twelve thousand yuan he had bet earlier would be wasted.

So after a struggle between his conscience and his own, he finally slammed the table and said, "Sixteen thousand, right? Okay, I'll show you the cards!"

After saying that, he directly pushed out 16,000 chips, and then his eyes began to turn red.

A smile immediately appeared on Ye Feng's lips, and he slowly turned over his three cards.

6, 5, 9, three single cards, the largest one is a 9.

When everyone present saw his cards, many of them laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, this kid is dumbfounded now, right? How dare he play such a bad hand so big?"

"The biggest card is a 9. Is there anything worse than this?"

"Yeah, as long as he has a 10, he can beat him. This kid is playing with fire and getting burned."

"I lost nearly 30,000 yuan in one go. This is the price of being impulsive."

"This can be regarded as a lesson for this kid, so that he won't be so arrogant in the future."

Everyone was not stingy in mocking Ye Feng, especially those who were sitting below him just now, they were all gnashing their teeth in hatred.

The cards of any of them were bigger than this guy's, but because he started with two thousand, they were scared and threw their cards away. They didn't expect that they were such bad cards.

When Cheng Feier saw Ye Feng's cards, she couldn't help but sigh and stroke her forehead. This guy's luck is too bad this time, right?
With such a small deck of cards, you’re bound to lose!

The greasy middle-aged man stood up and twisted his body happily, "Okay, okay, you dare to play with me with such a bad hand? I'll kill you..."

While twisting her body, she did not forget to throw a few seductive glances at Cheng Feier.

No one present thought he was showing off, because he was sure to win this round. Even if his luck was extremely bad, it couldn't be worse than 9, right?
The greasy middle-aged man finished showing off, then sat back in his seat and looked at Ye Feng with a smile, "Boy, this is a lesson for you, remember not to be so arrogant next time."

After saying that, he turned over his three cards, threw them in front of Ye Feng, and then went to pick up the chips.

At this moment, everyone around him exclaimed at the same time, "No way? Can we lose this?"

His action of hugging the money suddenly froze and he looked back.

I saw that the faces of his three cards were: 2, 4...8!

……

The greasy middle-aged man was struck by lightning and looked at his own cards in disbelief.

How can this be?

How can anyone lose?

Not to mention that he didn't dare to believe it, I'm afraid no one present dared to believe it except Ye Feng.

Isn’t the probability too small?
Ye Feng's biggest card is just a 9. In this case, it would be difficult for him to lose even if he wanted to.

If he could lose this, how bad would his luck be? It would be worse than having ten sons, but not one of them was his own, right?

But this guy's luck is so bad that the biggest card he got is only an 8, which is so bad that it's outrageous.

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(End of this chapter)