Chapter 644: Is Strong Luck No Longer Effective? Past Midnight

The cards were dealt again at the table.

Under Zhang Tianlong's signal, he and Zhang Wei received their pocket cards again.

"I told you, each minimum bet is 50 million. Since you, Zhang Wei, only have 50 million left, I won't raise."

Zhang Tianlong said this and threw out 50 million in chips after getting his pocket cards.

Zhang Wei followed suit and threw out his 50 million chips as well, making the call.

However, at this time, neither of them checked their pocket cards.

The dealer proceeded to reveal three community cards directly.

10, J, Q—these were the three community cards.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Tianlong casually placed his hands on his two pocket cards, then gently lifted a corner.

Q and 3—these were his pocket cards.

And among the community cards was another Q.

In other words, at worst, he had a pair of Qs.

"Zhang Wei, are you sure you want to continue betting?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Hearing Zhang Wei's reply, Zhang Tianlong gestured for the dealer to continue.