Texas Hold'em is currently the most popular card game in the world.
Its history is not long, invented by a group of bored Texas cowboys on a ranch in Robstown.
Compared to traditional games of chance, Texas Hold'em tests strategy and psychological quality more.
Even professional players cannot guarantee they will win steadily in a single game, but professional strategies can ensure their long-term profitability.
At this moment, Leon and Phil appeared quietly behind Mars, who didn't notice at all.
The standard ten-person table was full, surrounded by crazy gamblers who all wanted to make a big fortune from this mysterious and wealthy little man.
The dealer dealt two hole cards to each player.
Mars muttered under his breath: "Hallelujah... Hallelujah..."
Snap—
Only revealing a little bit of the card face, he quickly covered the cards, pretending to be calm and quickly scanning everyone at the table.
Phil couldn't help laughing and whispered, "This fool has written his hand strength on his face... Those still wandering in Atlantic City now are all old gamblers! This kid is just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in their eyes."
Leon glanced at him: If you understand so much, why did you lose even your underpants in the stock market?
Isn't the stock market also an alternative and legal big casino?
Mars, in the gun position, chose to limp call the big blind's bet.
The player in the cutoff position had already raised to $10,000, immediately encountering a re-raise from the player on the button.
The raise size was large, $50,000!
At this time, the pot had reached $68,000.
"Even if this kid is stupid, he should fold..."
Phil carefully analyzed the situation on the table based on his experience. If Mars had a hand, he wouldn't limp call the big blind.
The surprised expression when he looked at his cards was just a bluff.
Leon shook his head. "That's not necessarily true?"
"Why? Do you think you understand Texas Hold'em better than me?"
"No... I just think if Mars played according to normal routines, he wouldn't have lost a million dollars in two hours."
Phil was stunned for a moment, savoring these words carefully and finding them somewhat interesting.
Soon Mars slapped him in the face with his actions. With other positions folding one after another, he unhesitatingly flat-called the $50,000.
This operation made Phil laugh.
If Mars had a hand and wanted to ambush, he should have chosen to re-raise after the button raised, maximizing value before the three flop cards opened.
If he had no hand, facing such a big pot, he shouldn't gamble on the probability after the flop; the risk was not proportional to the reward.
Of course, if Mars chose this style of play, it wasn't surprising.
In the world of Texas Hold'em, even the most professional masters are afraid of encountering bosses who don't lack money.
No matter what cards you have, I must see the last card!
Using money power to defeat your strategy.
And sports stars and singers are precisely such people...
The three flop cards opened: 4, 7, 10 offsuit, no high cards, quite a boring board...
Everyone thought both sides would check, but Mars acted.
In a pot close to $120,000, he directly bet half the pot, $60,000, but was steadily called by the middle-aged man on the button.
"Is this guy drawing to a straight? Playing like this is too stupid..."
Phil shook his head repeatedly watching; even a dog would shake its head watching this play.
The turn card opened a 2, same suit as the 10, forming a flush draw.
But no one would speculate the opponent's hand strength towards a flush; a pure flush draw should have been thrown away at the flop.
Mars looked not nervous at all at this time, humming the beat of funk music, his body swaying along.
Snap—
He continued to bet half the pot, a full $120,000.
Watching the opponent player's expression twisted with struggle, Mars swayed his body with greater amplitude.
"Oh yes~"
"Surrender, baby~ You are my prey tonight, don't resist~"
The player sitting opposite thought tightly for half a minute, then threw out chips to call the bet.
Now it was Mars's turn to be dumbfounded. He constantly checked his hole cards and looked at the table incessantly...
Leon took a glass of whiskey from the waiter, took a sip, and asked with a smile, "What cards do you think Mars has now?"
Phil looked constipated. "Only God knows what cards this damn Hawaiian bastard is holding."
The final river card was revealed, a King of Diamonds.
No flush appeared on the board. Logically speaking, no matter what cards he held, unless it was the NUTS (the best possible hand combination on the board), he shouldn't continue to attack.
But Mars was different.
He gritted his teeth and pushed all the chips in front of him. "I'm all in!"
If the opponent's struggling expression before was acting, now he truly put on the mask of pain.
Mars directly pushed the remaining $500,000 in chips, shocking the whole venue!
Sweat beads couldn't stop popping out on the opponent's face, his mouth constantly muttering: "Son of a bitch... you son of a bitch..."
Mars slapped his thigh excitedly, hurriedly lit up some weed, and said to the man who looked like an assistant beside him: "Look at this bastard~ Does his scared look resemble Chris's expression when he was held at gunpoint by that Black girl in Los Angeles?!"
Unexpectedly, the scene of Chris being intimidated by Cardi B in the "Los Angeles club conflict" had become a well-known meme.
After ten minutes of long waiting, the opponent player had used up all his time cards.
Mars put his feet on the table and said smugly, "Can you hurry up, bastard..."
"Shxt! If you get any slower, your wife and I will have already given birth to a child~"
Hahaha—
The venue erupted in laughter, the air filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Finally, under the strict warning of the dealer, the opponent player chose to call, going ALL IN with his remaining $100,000.
Both sides showed their cards. The opponent's hole cards were a pair of tens, forming three tens with the board.
Everyone was certain Mars's hole cards would be a pair of Kings, but the result was jaw-dropping.
He held a pair of Aces but chose to slow play before the flop...
Anyone who has played Texas Hold'em knows that slow playing AA has ten thousand different ways to die...
Phil couldn't help cursing: "WTF... this bastard really came to give away money!"
"Even if he wins a Grammy in the future, he can't withstand such torment!"
These words instantly attracted Mars's attention. He turned around and discovered Leon.
Both being currently popular supernovas resident on the Billboard charts, they quickly recognized each other.
"You are Leon Smith? Cardi B's boss?"
"Yes, Mr. Mars, didn't expect to meet you here."
"Shh... don't say my name so loudly, I don't want anyone to recognize me."
After speaking, Mars got up and pulled Leon aside. "I thought you left right after the performance just now..."
"Shxt... no one knows my schedule, yet I bumped into you here."
"My luck in Las Vegas was very bad, so I wanted to come to Atlantic City to change my luck. You saw the result..."
Leon didn't know what to say, only shrugging helplessly.
Drug abuse and orgies are petty squabbles that can hardly bankrupt a singer, but gambling can easily do it.
Just as the words reached his lips but hadn't been spoken yet, he received an invitation from Mars. "Want to play a few rounds?"