In the following few rounds, he was basically coasting along, not caring about winning or losing, just resting his hand on Natasha's black silk-clad long legs, which she obligingly parted widely.
Bethany was picking up the fruit plate, feeding the fruits to the General Sect Leader.
The General Sect Leader had zero interest in the card game, and his hands under the table were never idle.
Then came another round of blinds, and the Central African rich man next to him directly put down a blind bet of $50,000, making everyone else's scalp tingle.
Damn, I think you really don't want to play anymore!
If all eight players don't fold, by the time it's your turn, it could double up to $12.8 million.
Are you that rich? Then what's the point of anyone else playing?
The player next to him, full of resentment, chose not to follow.
When it was Allen Zhang's turn, he glanced at his hole cards and still directly chose to fold.
