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Yan Xiaobao frowned deeply, his face showing an air of intense contemplation. It seemed the cards left in his hand weren't great, making it difficult to decide.
At this point, everyone knew that Yan Xiaobao couldn't possibly play all his cards in one go. Chen Long, Zhao Erhu, and others were so tense that they didn't dare breathe heavily, their hands tightly clenched and covered in cold sweat.
Tiantian, who had just relaxed a bit, felt her heart hovering again. Her big eyes stared at Yan Xiaobao without blinking, filled with worry.
Gambling really is a strange beast sometimes. You can dominate in the first half, winning with ease, only for the tides to suddenly turn, and everything starts going downhill—losing continuously no matter how you play. Not only might you give back all your winnings, but you could end up deep in the red as well. This is the so-called "wheel of fortune turning." Could it be that Yan Xiaobao's luck is starting to run out?
