"Goddamn it all to hell!"
Everyone was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Ma Ke gleefully raked in sixty thousand in chips and then, with utter shamelessness, twisted the knife, "Bro, that's just fate for ya!"
Chen Botao's composure completely crumbled; he was utterly devastated by three consecutive hands.
After that, there were no more surprises. Han Lie didn't even need to use any tricks; Chen Botao started messing up all on his own. Anyone who's played poker or mahjong knows that once you lose your cool and start playing erratically, your luck only gets worse, and your hands just get crappier.
They had agreed to play for another hour, but in less than half an hour, Chen Botao had lost another 1,200,000. Han Lie himself had won 180,000, while the rest was divided among the others. By the end of it, everyone had won except for Chen Botao, who was the sole loser.
