Time kept marching on, and two and a half more hours had passed.
At one thirty in the morning, the card table on the far left of the hall was now surrounded by people, all of whom were staring at Luo An and the stack of more than fifty Gold Coins in front of him.
These people looked at Luo An with shock, envy, or disbelief, but when their gazes shifted to the other three players at the table, they all turned to mockery and teasing.
At this point, the bespectacled man only had five Gold Coins left in front of him, the short-haired man had six, and the man with the cigar had the least, with only two Gold Coins remaining.
After glancing at his own hole cards, the man with the cigar took a deep puff and then looked at Luo An with a voice cold enough to scare:
"You reveal your cards first."
Luo An put down the red wine glass in his hand and asked:
"Are you sure?"
