"Check!"
As expected! The black man called out "check" with an expressionless face, giving the impression that his hand was very bad.
"One million!" Player number 4 couldn't care less, if he didn't seize the opportunity, he would be the next one out, so he urgently needed a victory to stabilize the situation.
"I'll call!" The black man picked up the juice in front of him, took a sip, and calmly pushed out one million in chips to make the call.
Seeing how readily the black man called, player number 4's brow furrowed deeply, he had a feeling he had been tricked. 'Could it be that he has a flush? Pretending not to raise just to wait for me to jump in?'
Looking at the flush on the table, player number 4's brow furrowed even more, and at this point, he was almost certain that the black man was holding a flush.
The Five of Hearts.
