After a few moments, the game continues.

In the next ten or so innings, Jiang Chen still maintained the strange habit of folding more and adding less.

However, everything he persevered to the end, almost every one of them won money.

And sometimes it wins a lot.

The style of his cards is very contradictory.

You can’t tell if he’s really good or if he’s deliberately tricking you into giving up.

Sometimes, the cards on the table are not very big, but Jiang Chen dares to follow to the end without hesitation, even at the expense of stud.

And sometimes, the cards in his hand are already quite good, but he throws them away without regret.

Opponents with large dark cards can only win a little bet.

It was as if he knew what everyone’s hole card was.

This made everyone present gradually realize that Jiang Chen was actually a master, and it was not an ordinary kind.

Even Huo Siyu, after trying several times, had to admit it.

In front of him, all his thoughts seemed to be seen through, and he couldn’t get any advantage.

However, Jiang Chen never came out of the thousand.

Although in Gao Jin’s lineage, there are a large number of Thousand Techniques.

But he didn’t just want to win money, so he hadn’t used any of them so far.

Moreover, this kind of thing as a thousand techniques, if used more, will eventually have flaws.

Even the tallest master is no exception.

After all, none of the people who can sit at this level of gambling table are really stupid.

What Jiang Chen prefers is to analyze their psychology by insight into the micro-movements and micro-expressions of their opponents.

Then through psychological warfare to predict the enemy to win.

Even if it was an occasional rollover, he didn’t care much, because overall it was definitely a win.

And you can also reflect on where your mistakes are.

Sometimes he was deceived by Huo Siyu’s fake actions, and sometimes he took his unique habits as a certain feature.

Of course, there are also times when he is right, but Xiao Han is out of the old thousand.

In the process.

Jiang Chen could clearly feel that in his mind, the ability of the God of Gamblers was being rapidly digested.

Gradually, his ability to judge his opponent’s dark cards began to rise dramatically.

Most of the time, it only takes a glance to get to know the difference.

“Stud!”

In the forty-eighth round, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and looked around, and then suddenly lost his voice and laughed.

Only to see him push the chip in front of him hard, it was a direct stud.

At this moment, above the table, there are three players who are still following.

Among them, Qin Xinghuai’s pair of Q was bigger than the whole field.

Xiao Han’s 10 pair followed.

And Jiang Chen, a single card, the largest is only a J, the color is very messy, even if it can’t be made into a flower, it can’t be a straight.

But he was stud.

On the table, Jiang Chen’s card face was the smallest, and before he studed, the other two had already completed their bets.

They, without exception, have all chosen studs.

Inside the box, there was an uproar.

No one would have thought that Jiang Chen would stud, the biggest was Zhang Shan J, and the opponents had pairs.

That is to say, with his deck, no matter what the bottom card is revealed, it will undoubtedly lose.

At this time, isn’t stud sending money to others?

Have a fever in your head?

“Jiang Chen, aren’t you thinking about it?”

Nearby, Huo Siyu frowned tightly.

She had been won to the point of no temper.

Now, as long as Jiang Chen is still following by the fifth round, no matter what his card is, no matter how many chips are pressed out in front, he will invariably choose to give up.

In her consciousness, although Jiang Chen seems to be out of tune, he is definitely a top master.

It is not possible to see this situation clearly.

However, Huo Siyu’s mind only turned slightly, and he instantly understood that Jiang Chen must have some other purpose.

No matter what he thought, he was a little confused for a while, what was the deep meaning of his move.

“Don’t think about it.”

Jiang Chen leaned back, his hands behind his head, and the old god of performance was there.

He knew that if he played the cards in his hand, he would undoubtedly lose.

Not even the possibility of a one-percent, one-thousandth, or even one-in-ten-thousand victory exists.

However, he knew better.

In addition to the cards in hand, some other places can also determine the winner or loser.

For example, the few sheets that Xiao Han hid in his sleeve.

“That, I withdraw.”

Qin Xing stared sheepishly at the strange gamble in front of him for a moment.

Suddenly, he counted half of his chips and took them back.

According to the rules, after the stud, before the opening of the card, if you give up, you can only lose half.

There were three masters sitting on a table, and he also lost quite badly tonight.

In order not to win the light, I had to withdraw with a thick skin.

On the other side, seeing that Jiang Chen was so calm, Xiao Han didn’t know what he was thinking, and his face twitched vaguely.

After a twinkle in the eye, he laughed out loud:

“Haha, since you sent me money for free, then I’m not welcome.”

He gently lifted his own dark card.

Not surprisingly, it was a sheet of ten, just to form a three-belt, the largest on the field.

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