"CALL!"
On the river, Ronaldo stared intently at his sole remaining opponent at the table and tossed out fifty thousand in chips.
His opponent, an elegant gentleman, raised an eyebrow slightly and offered a mild taunt. "Although you play football brilliantly, your choices at the poker table are terrible."
Ronaldo didn't care. He triumphantly flipped over his hole cards. "Full house!"
He was clearly confident. The community cards showed a pair of eights and a jack, while he held a pair of jacks in his hand. It made a perfect full house. As the fourth-highest ranking hand in poker, it was incredibly strong.
"You lose." Ronaldo jumped up, cheering in excitement, then grabbed Chen Yu's head on his right and planted a hard kiss on his forehead.
Chen Yu quickly broke free, shivering in disgust.
"Wait a moment." The opponent stopped the celebrating Ronaldo with a smile. "Mr. Ronaldo, as I said, you are amazing at football, but at poker, you suck."
