The next round, keep playing in the dark, check the cards.
Li Zhiyuan realized something was off because he got: AAA.
Then, after three rounds had gone by, everyone checked their cards, no one folded.
Li Zhiyuan "took a look" at their cards, and felt sure that everything was very much in order.
Out of the 9 players other than himself, there were 5 with three of a kind and 4 with straight flushes.
Li Zhiyuan suspected he had been cursed.
He touched the talisman paper he drew himself in his pocket, really wanting to stick one on his forehead to see if it had changed color.
Next, what was happening on the poker table was no longer just blood and gore, but a catastrophe in the Jianghu.
Everyone felt they had a mission, as they all had bled a bit in Li Zhiyuan's hands in the previous rounds and now, with such cards in hand, they possessed a sense of "Destiny is mine."
No one held back, no one showed mercy, and no one kindly advised others to quit while ahead.
