"Damn, going all-in on the first hand! Young Master An is incredible!"
"That's so thrilling! It's like he's possessed by the God of Gamblers!"
"Watching Young Master An gamble is a real pleasure!"
The atmosphere in the room instantly ignited. However, An Zhiwen's expression remained as tranquil as an ancient well, as if going all-in was a completely normal affair for him. His gaze was full of contempt for Chen Xiaobei, certain of his victory. He casually lit a cigarette and asked nonchalantly, "Kid, are you in or out?"
"Call! If you're a man, go all-in! Stop dragging your feet!" the crowd immediately started to egg him on.
But Chen Xiaobei was just as calm. Shaking his head, he said, "There's no need to play for keeps on the first hand. I fold."
"Tch! What a coward. Compared to Young Master An, you're pathetic." A group of people collectively rolled their eyes at Chen Xiaobei.
But Chen Xiaobei completely ignored them and urged, "Keep dealing."
