Pulled a Fast One
Éditeur: Noodletown Translations
After losing the money, Young Master Lee leaned towards Yan Jingfan and whispered into his ears, "What the fack is this? How many more cards do you have that are right?"
"You think I'm a robot and can just playback what I just saw? Such a person hasn't been born yet. I can only guarantee maybe a few more cards that are right, and I don't know how much more luck he has. Hopefully, we don't lose too much money."
Hopefully not lose too much?
Young Master Lee's eyelids jumped.
Why the fack is this guy changing up so fast? It went from "we can win at least a couple billion" to "hopefully we don't lose too much" real fast!
This madafaka! If it wasn't because the competition had to go on, he really wanted to get his bodyguard to toss this guy into the ocean to feed the sharks.
17th card.
Yan Jingfan continued to be wrong, and Xu Cheng continued to be right.
The dealer: "Young Master Lee, a hundred million please."
18th card.