Just now, he also saw that Klass's cards had actually reached twenty-one. Zhang Bin suddenly felt like the sky was falling down. He felt dizzy for a while. Is Yang Ming going to lose his life here?
However, Zhang Bin also knew that he had no right to speak here. Even if he resisted, the other party would not take him seriously. He could only look at Yang Ming anxiously.
When he saw Yang Ming calmly say that he forgot to say something just now, Zhang Bin knew that Yang Ming was not a pushover. He already had a countermeasure.
Sure enough, after Yang Ming spoke, the situation changed sharply. Klass, who was originally the winner, suddenly became the loser. His face was gloomy and ugly. Although Zhang Bin did not know how Yang Ming reversed the situation and knew that two cards were missing from the deck, a victory was a victory. No matter how Yang Ming did it, the final result was good.
Zhang Bin was overjoyed. Sure enough, Yang Ming did not let him down. The boss is the boss. He's too awesome. He played Klass until he couldn't get angry at all. This method of beating the opponent is simply too refreshing.
"I'm just saying it casually … If there's something wrong, we'll correct it. If there's nothing wrong, we'll make up for it. Besides, I'm talking about the quality of the poker cards. Why is Mr. Klass so agitated? Could it be that these poker cards are produced by your family? "Yang Ming smiled faintly and said sarcastically.
"I'm just saying it casually. What does this poker card have to do with me?!" Klass's expression changed. He smiled and said, "Shall we continue with the competition? Let's not study the poker cards anymore. "
"Well, that's true. Let's continue." Yang Ming nodded to the dealer, indicating that he could start. "This time, you have to pay close attention to the poker cards. If there are two less cards, you can't explain it clearly even if you have the mouth!"
The dealer's expression changed. He knew that Yang Ming was reminding him. Previously, he had blamed Yang Ming for stealing the cards. In the end, Yang Ming did not touch the poker cards at all, so it was definitely impossible for him to steal the cards. The dealer was still very ashamed about this. So he placed his suspicion on Klass. Especially after Klass's somewhat unnatural reaction, the dealer was even more certain of his thoughts. However, Klass was introduced by Smith. He was said to be a good friend of the big boss, so it was impossible for the dealer to fall out with Klass..
So the dealer was very grateful for Yang Ming's reminder........................ this time... The dealer smiled kindly at Yang Ming and began to open the packaging of the poker cards.
Klass's expression became even worse when he heard Yang Ming's words. But at this time, he couldn't explain anything. The more he explained, the more people would think that he was trying to cover up. So, Klass could only endure his anger and snort.
"Please check the cards," the dealer spread the poker cards on the table and said to Yang Ming and Klass.
"Mr. Yang Ming, you have to look carefully this time. Are there any missing cards?" Klass said to Yang Ming, "Otherwise, it won't be good if there are fewer cards."
"Hehe, I've finished looking. There's no problem. How about Mr. Klass? "Yang Ming nodded with a smile.
"I have no problem either," Klass said plainly.
"Well, you can shuffle the cards," Yang Ming said to the dealer.
The dealer nodded and began to shuffle the cards quickly.
Klass's eyes stared at the movements of the dealer's hands without blinking. Yang Ming laughed secretly. This guy is starting to remember the cards again. Naturally, I can't let him do as he wishes. Yang Ming touched his chin and said, "Mr. Klass, how can there be missing cards in that deck of cards just now?"
"Ah … what?" Klass was focused on the poker cards in the dealer's hand. He was stunned when he suddenly heard Yang Ming's question. "How would I know?"
However, just as Klass was stunned, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the dealer's hands. The previous order had been messed up. Klass was so angry that his lungs were about to explode! This Yang Ming didn't say anything earlier or later. He just had to say something nonsense at the critical moment. Damn, it's really infuriating.
"Speaking of which, this casino is quite large. I didn't expect there to be a problem with the poker cards inside. Fortunately, I discovered it. If it were an ordinary gambler who didn't pay attention, wouldn't he have suffered a huge loss?" Yang Ming and the casino were also affected. Originally, Yang Ming was dissatisfied with the South City Casino helping Klass. Naturally, he wouldn't give the casino any face at this time.
"I don't produce poker cards. How am I supposed to know?" Klass was a little impatient. This Yang Ming really knows how to ruin things. There's no other way. I can only see if I can steal more cards this time. If it doesn't work, I can only rely on pure luck.
Klass was very depressed. He definitely suspected that Yang Ming was doing it deliberately. He thought that this kid's eyesight was not good enough. He couldn't remember the order of the dealer's shuffle. He didn't want Klass to remember it, so he deliberately caused trouble. He wanted Klass to be like him and rely on luck.
The dealer finished shuffling the cards, then put the poker cards on the table and said, "Please cut the cards."
Klass was about to reach out when Yang Ming suddenly said, "Stop! Don't move! "
Klass was shocked. His heart almost fell out of his chest. He cursed Yang Ming for being so wicked in his heart. He frowned and looked at Yang Ming, "What are you going to do?"
"It's best for both of us not to touch those poker cards. If there is a missing card this time, you will be the first suspect!" Yang Ming seemed to be reminding Klass for his own good. In fact, he was basically saying that Klass would steal the cards.
Klass didn't expect this Yang Ming to be so difficult to deal with. From now on, he finally began to face this opponent seriously. His previous contempt was gone. He finally understood why the boss asked him to do this seriously, "I don't need you to remind me. I won't touch it."
With that said, Klass's hand touched Klass's hair, "I'm just messing with my hairstyle."
Yang Ming's words made the dealer break out in a cold sweat. Now that he thought about it, Klass might have stolen two cards by cutting the cards. In this case, he really couldn't be careless!
Since Yang Ming said that he wouldn't cut the cards, he quickly put away the poker cards and cut them twice. Then he said, "Who will go first this time?"
"Mr. Yang, you decide." Klass couldn't remember the cards anyway, so he might as well be generous and let Yang Ming choose. He didn't want Yang Ming to find excuses when he lost.
"Hehe, the last competition was voided. So this time, it should be Mr. Klass's turn," said Yang Ming with a smile.
"Okay!" Klass didn't refuse and said to the dealer, "Let's start."
Yang Ming said this because he had already seen the cards. If Klass dealt the cards first, then it would be two 10s when it was his turn. Whether Klass asked for a card or a halt, it was impossible for him to have a bigger hand than his. If Klass asked for two more cards, he would explode.
Klass's bottom card was a nine of hearts, and his face card was an eight of clubs.
Yang Ming's bottom card was a ten of hearts, and his face card was a ten of spades.
Klass asked for a card first. Klass hesitated a little. His deck was pretty f * cked up! It added up to seventeen points. It was neither too big nor too small. If he asked for another card, it would be easy for him to explode.
However, seeing that Yang Ming's face card was a ten of spades, Klass was a little unwilling if he didn't want it. After hesitating, Klass said, "I want one."
"Hehe." Yang Ming laughed lightly, startling Klass.
"What are you laughing at?!" Klass was a little annoyed. He was a little timid and didn't know if he should continue to ask for cards. What did this Yang Ming mean by suddenly laughing? Is he laughing that I'm going to explode?
That's not right. Yang Ming can only see my face card and not my bottom card. Why is he laughing?
"My cards are good. Can't I laugh a little?" Yang Ming looked at Klass as if he was looking at a fool and said matter-of-factly.
"This …" Klass was speechless. Is there anyone like you? You laugh because your cards are good? Don't you know that it's taboo to show your emotions when gambling? Are you afraid that others won't be able to tell what your cards are?
However, Klass naturally couldn't completely believe Yang Ming's words. Yang Ming was very sly. In his opinion, Yang Ming's gambling skills might be terrible, but he knew how to play some clever tricks.
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