Unexpectedly, Thomas Simon hesitated for a long time, and then he didn't follow; he folded.
"I fold." In the end, Thomas Simon chose to play it safe. He still had chips waiting for an opportunity; losing this time would mean no more chances.
The fact that he folded caused an uproar, and some thought this kid got lucky.
Yang Fan smiled at Thomas Simon and said, "Mr. Simon, unfortunately, I don't have a straight." Yang Fan revealed his hole cards, 3 and 9.
At that moment, Thomas Simon couldn't control his emotions, his expression turned into a mix of anger and regret, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Yang Fan.
He lost, he actually lost.
This young man is unpredictably elusive, with no trace to be discerned.
Loss is loss; Thomas Simon accepted it, knowing he still had a chance.
But over there, many spectators were in an uproar.
"Damn, it really was a bluff, and he won."
"What nonsense, Las Vegas gambler king, so weak?"
