บท 812: Section 812: Heart-Striking Battle

The listeners' hearts ached, and tears fell from those who heard it, all because it was someone else's suffering. If it ever came to themselves, it would probably require tearing the heart and splitting the lungs.

Handsome Brad had already won three hands in a row, but his collected chips were less than ten million.

Noticing Shen Yue and Jin Xin chatting, Handsome Brad couldn't help but say, "Mr. Shen, are you going to bet or not?"

Shen Yue snapped back to reality, "Bet? Have I not lost money on every hand?"

According to the rules of the table, the minimum bet is awarded to the winner after a fold, and since Shen Yue had folded three hands consecutively, he had already lost three hundred thousand.

Of course, compared to the two billion he had recently won, this little loss was negligible.

Shen Yue looked over at Brother Leopard, "Isn't talking allowed during the card game here?"