Yet, the man in front of him was composed, serene, his gaze steady and cool, radiating unwavering confidence.
As if he was certain to win this gambling round.
Mr. Suzuki looked at the poker cards on the table. He had two kings while Liang Chen had a queen of spades and a king of spades.
The last card in his hand was an ace of clubs.
If Liang Chen's last card was an ace of spades, it would be a royal flush—the highest rank in poker—which meant a certain win. Otherwise, no matter what, Liang Chen would lose.
Regardless, either he or Liang Chen had just a fifty percent chance of winning.
It was just a matter of choice.
In that split second, the winner rules, the loser is subjugated.
The more Mr. Suzuki fell into silence, the bigger the winning odds at the bottom of Liang Chen's heart, so he appeared even more placid.
