"Harold Butler, you sure have unbeatable luck tonight, hitting a triple Ace three times already."
"Haha, just good luck."
Facing Quinton Creed's compliment, Joe Locke just laughed and then urged, "Hurry up and deal, the two of you."
Max Milton was the first to reveal his hand, glanced at it, and said helplessly, "I've got a straight flush."
"There's no point in dealing this crap!"
Cole Barnett also sighed as he revealed his hand, then suddenly his eyes widened in astonishment and he exclaimed, "Damn, I've got a 235 again?"
The hall immediately fell into a deathly silence.
235 again?
How is that possible?
Joe Locke couldn't believe his own eyes and ears, wondering if he had seen or heard wrong.
How could it be that he dealt himself triple Aces twice in a row, and both times ran into a 235?
The most outrageous part was, the hand he dealt to Cole Barnett was clearly a small three of a kind, so how could it turn into a 235?
Cole Barnett was cheating!
