Seven-card stud had simple rules. The dealer dealt three cards each to the players. Each player chose one of the three cards to reveal while keeping the other two hidden. Then the players would bet as the dealer provided each with a new open card. The betting would cease when the number of cards reached seven, and the player with the best hand would win.

“This bastard really won’t look at his hand. Look at your hand for god’s sake! How can you be so confident?”

“You’ll read my face. I’m not confident in my poker face.”

The bald guy kept pestering me. However, I only glared at Bert. To be exact, I glared at the obsidian bracelet on his left wrist. Bert had obtained it through one of his scams, but he didn’t know it was an artifact. I wanted his bracelet instead of his money.

We played our twelfth round. Chae Nayun remained in the negative as my chips multiplied to 60 million won.

“Tsk.”

Bert looked understandably angry. I would be angry too if a random kid barged in on my scheme and took 50 million won. However, he currently had the best hand. The dealer had already dealt five cards, with two left. Bert would complete a full house with another ace.

“Next hand.”

The dealer dealt the sixth round of cards. Bert picked up an ace of hearts and completed his full house.

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