Chapter 332

I was very anxious, Mr. Gao's forehead had started to sweat, his hands were clenched tightly into a ball, his breathing was extremely rapid, if it was difficult to breathe, he would suffocate.

But I wasn't the only one who was nervous. After Mr. Gao's abnormal behavior, all the audience got up and looked at each other, not knowing the reason.

I don't know who it is, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Mr. Gao, "This is a symptom of high blood pressure and asthma attack!"

When the words came out, everyone sweated for Mr. Gao and unanimously demanded a timeout.

However, Mr. Gao tremblingly took out the asthma spray from his clothes, and when he slightly suppressed his asthma, he raised his hand with difficulty, shook his head and said, "No need to pause, don't let the aliens think we are afraid!"

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Gao wiped off his sweat and looked at the ashtray. The Cuban cigars on it, which had been smoked a few times, were cleaned up by the staff at some time and became empty.

"Normally, smoking and eating chocolate won't affect me much, but after taking a few puffs of your cigars, it can even induce asthma. If I smoke a whole cigar, wouldn't I die here today?"

"Mr. Yamamoto, you are so ruthless. Could it be that you are afraid that your skills are not as good as others, so you arranged all this in advance, let me smoke your cigarettes first, and then pretend that you don't give up, and keep provoking me on purpose? Lure my illness attack?"

"Mr. Yamamoto, very well, your plan succeeded, but fortunately, my body can hold it, not as weak as you imagined."

Mr. Gao gritted his teeth and insisted, and said something with great difficulty.

Kojiro Yamamoto changed his expression and turned into a face full of grievances. He refused to admit it. At that time, he denied Mr. Gao's statement, and accused Mr. Gao of wronging him, and asked him to get the cigar back if he had the ability. certificate.

How can this be proved? The evidence is gone!

I was so angry that my chest was heaving, and my heart was full of anger. The damn little devil is so despicable and shameless, I wish I could run out of the auditorium and tear him apart!

However, it is now Mr. Gao's home court, and he is suppressing the onset of the disease, which means that he wants to solve Yamamoto Kojiro with his own hands.

Sure enough, Mr. Gao held his hole cards, looked at the bets on the table, threw away the asthma spray with the other hand, stood up with difficulty while supporting the seat, and said, "Since Mr. Yamamoto doesn't admit it, then I can't help it, but I said today that I will not back down in this round, so I will not back down, no matter whether I win or lose!"

"Mr. Gao, make a decision quickly. I'm waiting for your 24567, hahaha." Kojiro Yamamoto smiled suddenly. Before his whole face changed, he was extremely confident. Moment of strength!

Mr. Gao took a deep breath, the veins on his face popped out, he bent down and flicked with one hand, and allotted about 100 million chips, "Stud!"

"Mr. Gao, I'm sorry, but you have a flush of 24567 at most. Unfortunately, you lost!" Kojiro Yamamoto grabbed his hole card and flipped it to the table, revealing its true face. It was a king. K!

Four K with a 9!

After doing all this, Kojiro Yamamoto didn't even look at Mr. Gao, and stretched out his hands directly, as if to grab all the chips on the table.

At this moment, Mr. Gao raised his hand holding the hole card and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, what's the rush? When did I tell you that my hole card is 7?"

Kojiro Yamamoto maintained the posture of bending over to grab the chips, and raised his head slightly for a moment.

"Look, what is this?" Mr. Gao slowly opened the hole card that was pinched like a twist with one hand.

Kojiro Yamamoto was completely dumbfounded when he saw this hole card.

There was a sudden burst of applause from the audience, which was overshadowed by another.

"It's not 7!"

"It's 3...block 3."

"Flush...Straight Flush!"

Until now, I suddenly realized that Mr. Gao did it on purpose!

Mr. Gao deliberately exposed half of the 3, making the opponent think it was a 7, and made him choose stud without any scruples.

High, really high!

The high one is not using real and fake methods, but that Mr. Gao can figure out the whole ins and outs at the moment of the onset of the disease, and even arrange such a situation!

Dare I ask, how many people can have such a meticulous mind as Mr. Gao, and can come up with a perfect plan in an instant?

When I saw Mr. Gao holding the 3 of diamonds and lightly pressing it on the table, forming the smallest straight flush 23456 with the entire card board, I was completely convinced that Mr. Gao must be in charge of my casino, no matter how much it costs!

I dare to conclude that Mr. Gao still kept his hand in this round, otherwise it would not be the smallest straight flush, it must be the biggest straight flush!

All of this was deliberately aimed at Kojiro Yamamoto, no more, no less, just to overwhelm his four kings.

At this moment, 23,456 squares of a straight flush and four kings were placed on the gaming table. Kojiro Yamamoto stared blankly at the straight flush, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

It wasn't until Mr. Gao took the emergency medicine sent by his assistant that Kojiro Yamamoto came to his senses, his eyes suddenly bulged, his expression was full of disbelief, and he said, "So...you did it on purpose! Gao, you did it on purpose! Damn it!" Gao Yuan, how dare you lie to me!"

"Yes, I lied to you on purpose, so what? If you lose, you lose. Card skills are not how good your cards are, but how good your tactics are. Card skills are important, but tactics are even more important." It’s real gambling, it’s not about cards or money, it’s about...gambling your heart!" Mr. Gao took a sip of plain water, and his complexion obviously began to improve.

So, Mr. Gao put down his glass slowly, and said again: "From the beginning to now, haven't you been playing tricks, Mr. Yamamoto? Do you think you are the only one with tricks? What kind of bullshit gambling master, you have the nerve to come to Huaxia to show your gambling skills? I think you should go back to your island country and practice for a few more years."

As Mr. Gao's words came out, the whole venue burst into unprecedented applause, and many people screamed for it.

"Mr. Gao Yuan, God of Gamblers!"

"God of Gamblers ~ God of Gamblers."

"Gao Yuan ~ Gao Yuan."

Kojiro Yamamoto was surrounded by countless applause, but he wasn't the main character. His devilish face with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks suddenly turned black like charcoal!

Moreover, under the personal announcement of the Lisboa Casino, Mr. Gao won the championship of this Asian Gambling King Cup. Kojiro Yamamoto watched Mr. Gao accept the award on stage, his eyes were full of strong envy and hatred.

"Ahem, first of all, I would like to thank the audience and thank you for your support. Secondly, I would like to thank Mr. Kojiro Yamamoto. This opponent is very interesting. Now I want to invite him to the stage to accept the award with me, and then talk After gambling, I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto will appreciate it or not?" Mr. Gao said.

The light shifted to Kojiro Yamamoto's position, and he trembled with anger, extremely embarrassed...

I was standing in the auditorium, laughing out loud with the crowd, so happy...