The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean put the chips on the table and just sat down, and the chair next to him was pulled out.

Henry put his chips on this table too - he has already won hundreds of soul chips.

Sean's principal is nine, and Henry only has three of his own. In comparison, it is even more difficult for him to win so many.

The poker man said: "I said, I have been doing this all my life, and I will definitely win to the end!" There was no panic in his voice, but was replaced by a kind of confidence and enthusiasm.

"It seems that he really enjoys gambling." Sean glanced at Henry beside him.

"Let's start." Jock said directly to the dealer without any nonsense. The iron-faced dealer at this table began to shuffle the cards.

Many gamblers paused the game and looked at the table from a distance - Sean and Henry's excellent performance made them look forward to seeing a match between them and the gambler Jock.

Even if they can't participate in person, just watching will benefit them a lot.

Each person's two cards were handed out, and the music of the moonlight gradually became better - making people forget that there was still the sound of the piano, but their emotions were soothed by the sound of the piano.

Sean tries to observe Jock and Henry.

Henry tried his best to control all his performance, and every action was obviously deliberately concealed... However, this still reveals some clues more or less - as long as there is cover up, clues will be revealed.

But... Sean's eyes looked at Jock.

He seemed to be casual, but he couldn't read any information from his expressions, movements or subtle external changes.

Jock didn't hide anything, there was no ripple in his heart, or in other words, the ripples in his heart were too small to be observed through his external performance...

"Sure enough." Sean's eyes were cold as he looked at his cards.

Sean, who can't use his opponent's external performance to obtain information, is not anxious, because besides using his eyes, he has another way to observe...

In the first round, it wasn't Sean's blinds. He only got a 5 and a 3 and he chose to fold.

Henry had good luck in this round, winning Jock's chip with two pair - he was also watching, so he didn't make a big bet when two pair appeared.

After several rounds of exchanges with small wins and losses, Sean is confident that he has grasped the rules of the two.

A new round has begun. Sean, who can no longer read too much information with his eyes, has just turned on his vision in every round.

Spirit vision can see the emotions of spirit bodies.

The shades of gray represent grief, red represents hatred, blue represents hesitation, green is focused, brighter colors of yellow and orange represent joy, joy and excitement...

At this moment, Henry, who had seen the cards in his hand, had less yellow and more blue in his esoteric—his mood involuntarily became a little worse. Bad hand!

Sure enough, Henry, who was not blind, decided to fold.

On the other hand, the blue in Jock's body has also increased, the evil spirit has more hatred, and the yellow in his body has gradually been stained with blood red-representing that he has become a little unhappy and angry after seeing the cards in his hand. ...

Under the mask, Sean narrowed his eyes: His cards are not good!

And at this moment, Sean has a pair of Qs in his hand.

The three river cards were not good either. Sean is confident that he can win, but he intends to take a look at the river later, so he makes a small bet...

Unexpectedly, Jock actually called with a bad hand.

It can't be seen from his surface, but after the comment, his negativity has obviously increased again!

Sean realized that Jock was trying to be brave and bluffing himself!

The fourth river card came, a queen of clubs. So, Sean has three queens. Combined with Jock's emotions, this is a win-win situation for Sean.

So Sean raised the raise, and he put thirty soul chips into the pot.

This is close to one-third of Sean's chips, which is a heavy bet! ...the people around couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

Before, Jock's judgment of betting and calling was very fast. At this moment, he was obviously hesitant.

In Sean's spiritual vision, he saw Jock's body, the red color representing hatred and anger became more and more intense...

For a moment, Sean was worried that the gambler Jock would overturn the gaming table because of his anger.

"He knows that I have a good hand, and he will definitely not call again..." Sean judged so.

However, what happened next made Sean dizzy for a moment.

Jock called, and he also put in thirty soul chips.

Not only that, the red in his body, which represents anger and hatred, turned into yellow, which represents joy, in an instant...

Jock, who has been listless all the time, laughed: "Fool. You are the second explorer who has been deceived by me."

Jock's hand is turned over and the club flush. Bigger than Sean's triple Q.

Sean instantly lost a third of his chips.

Catherine behind Sean was inevitably a little nervous: "What's the matter, Sean?"

Sean gritted his teeth angrily and said in a low voice, "He can change his emotional color, and he deceived me in this way..."

As the captain, Catherine patted Sean on the shoulder, the meaning is obvious: it's okay, don't worry.

Sean picked up the cup at hand and took a sip of water. He was so confident in his ability to observe his opponent that he stepped into the trap set for him!

With a bang, more than one-third of the chips in front of him were taken by Jock.

With a yellowed bone toothpick in his mouth, Jock sucked the toothbrush, and his voice was like firewood burning: "Thank you."

"An acceptable failure..." Sean closed his eyes and calmed down.

Catherine's expression became more serious, but Moonlight, who was playing the piano, was fully engaged and didn't know what was going on.

In the next game, Sean, who was unable to read Jock, immediately tightened his strategy and played very conservatively.

The amount of chips determines life and death. Players with more chips can use more strategies and have more room for manipulation.

Players with fewer chips will fall into a passive situation. The blood loss just now was somewhat fatal to Sean.

He had to hold back and think of a way, so he began to fold and check cards...

On the other side of Henry, the situation has become a little different - although he has also won Sean's chips, it can be seen that he is still targeting Jock in general.

Sean devoted a lot of energy to observing this teammate...

Soon after, he had to admit that Henry's card skills were superior to him.

"Not only can he read out more information about his opponent..." Sean saw Henry staring at Jock. "Also, he seems to be able to clearly calculate the probability of winning or losing the current card, and even has a certain probability to read the card..."

"This is... the function of a 'gambler'!"

From this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ performance at the poker table, Henry is stronger than Sean, and even almost equal to that "Gambler Jock"!

Sean turned his head and glanced at Catherine. The captain's eyes were calm and he didn't seem to be interested in Henry's performance.

But Sean's thoughts are different: "This time there is a gambler in the team, maybe it is God's blessing - maybe we really have to rely on Henry to win and leave here!"

Sean, whose chips had shrunk, began to change his strategy. He quit the position of "main attacker" and planned to be a "couper" for Henry - let Henry go head-to-head with Jock, and secretly assist him...

Between the cards being dealt, Sean leaned over to Henry's side, and Henry leaned in to listen.

Sean reminded: "Henry, let's not forget the purpose of this trip - if I come to Jock in a while, we will know if the organ stealer is Jock himself.

"After learning this information, if you can win and solve his trouble, then find a way to win to the end...

"If the situation is more dangerous, I suggest that we win a certain period of time, and use our soul chips to buy a few of us to leave the Undercurrent Street safely...

"After all, the task must be carried out according to the actual situation."

Henry nodded lightly: "That's my idea too."

Hearing Henry say this, the stone in Sean's heart also fell to the ground.

After that, he tried to support Henry as inconspicuously as possible. Not only did he take back some chips, but Henry also had more chips in front of him—the strategy worked.

There is a wind in the bet, and now it's a tailwind, as long as it goes on like this, they can win to the end!

At this moment, the song played by the moonlight also became cheerful...

"I can win!" Sean's eyes lit up and he clenched his fists.