Chapter 74 Poker
Liam walked through the casino floor, his pockets heavy with chips, yet his mind remained sharp and focused. He had already conquered the roulette table, but that was pure mathematics—a predictable game where the system ensured his success.
Poker, however, was different.
This wasn’t a game of pure numbers; it was a game of people. And people were unpredictable.
He stopped at a high-stakes poker table, his cold blue eyes scanning the players. Unlike roulette, where everything depended on the dealer and the wheel, poker was a battle of psychology, skill, and patience.
A dealer in a black vest and white dress shirt sat at the center, dealing cards to four other men. The chips in front of them weren’t small—these were serious gamblers, men who thrived on risk.
Liam pulled out a chair and sat down, placing $27,500 worth of chips in front of him.
One of the men, a stocky guy with a cigar between his fingers, looked at him and smirked.
"You sure you’re in the right place, kid?" he asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "This ain’t a charity table."
Liam didn’t react. He simply nodded to the dealer. "Deal me in."
The other players chuckled, exchanging glances.
The man to Liam’s left, an older gentleman in a tailored gray suit, adjusted his watch and leaned back. "Well, let’s see if you can handle the heat."