The dimly lit little bar, with kerosene lamps dimming and brightening, has lost its pre-Civil War vibe.

And after the Smith factory area was put into operation, it sucked the last of the anger of Houston's entertainment venues.

Overnight, it seemed that all Houstonians were swept away by the Smith factory district, leaving behind either the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, or a group of "remnants of the old times" who were really difficult to integrate into industrialization. ”

On a gaming table, a middle-aged red-necked man with a red face took a sip of a smokeless cigarette that he didn't know whether it was marijuana or tobacco, spit out a pungent thick fog, and confidently urged the opponents sitting there to make a decision as soon as possible.

His left arm is tattooed with the tattoo of the biggest local mafia, the magic eye, and it is a tattoo that only cadres can have, while his right eye is covered with a black cloth.

He is one of the big bosses of the MONOCULUS, nicknamed the One-Eyed Demon.

is also the number one thug in the mafia, the leader of the martial arts faction, and he has no hobbies on weekdays, just gambling.

Whoever dares to win the one-eyed demon will inevitably float in the Gulf of Mexico the next day, and this is his means of victory.

Today he was invited by an emerging mafia boss to start an uncapped Texas Hold'em game.

The One-Eyed Demon himself didn't want to agree, and the two sides were in a situation like fire and water, but after the other party proposed that the One-Eyed side could decide the location, things went sour.

If the one-eyed demon doesn't agree, he will lose face, and similarly, if something happens to the other party in his own territory, he will also lose face.

The one-eyed demon, who is addicted to gambling himself, chooses to gamble openly with the other party.

Now that the one-eyed demon has piled up thousands of dollars in front of him, the German mafia rookie opposite is really a gambler who has a bad gamble.

After the one-eyed dragon took a good hand of "heavenly cards", he began to arrogantly shout at every gambler who was a partner.

Of the five community cards on the field, three are face-up, namely the Ace of Spades and the Jack of Spades, and the third card is the Ace of Squares.

And the excited one-eyed demon has a hole card in his hand that is AJ of Hearts, and he has already determined that it is Full House.

If there are two community cards left, and then turn over the last ace - club ace, then he is four aces, will be a lore, but unfortunately it can't be turned over now.

This clamor is not only to prove that you have good cards, but also to demonstrate as much as possible.

In the ridiculous worldview of the one-eyed, to lose face at the gaming table is to lose dignity.

"No."

"Flying."

"It's your turn, German."

"Wait a minute, I have a personal matter..."

Johann, speaking English with a strange German accent, expressed his desire to wait a little longer.

"Whatever you want, I'll wait."

The One-Eyed crouched back, leaning back in his chair for his victory, which could barely support his exaggerated muscular size and squeaked in protest.

The one-eyed demon didn't know what John's hole cards were, and in the first few rounds he had been playing with his hand square AJ with the first two natural cards of AJ in spades on the board, calling without limits.

At this moment, an angular and sturdy German veteran walked up behind John, bent over John's ear, and whispered a few words.

The one-eyed demon, who is also the leader of the mafia, does not care about this situation, and he knows that the leader of the mafia may often have some emergencies to deal with.

After listening to his subordinates' words, John nodded slightly, waved his hand, and let his men walk out of the bar.

"I'll follow, thirty dollars bigger than you."

"Follow, fool German."

An inconsequential eight of spades flipped out, and the one-eyed man, still dissatisfied with the dollars now on the table, took out a few new dollars from his pocket with the latest Texas state government issue of 100 dollars and some old 10 dollars issued before, and threw them on the table.

"I heard about you yesterday, big fat cow - Mueller, I have about five hundred dollars here, plus two thousand dollars on my countertop."

"I'm stud you!"

"I pity you, you just need to take out all the money you have."

"I just want to see the Europeans in my bar, losing as pennies."

"In the end, get out of the house with a disgraced face."

"Hahaha!"

Red Neck thinks that there is no card to play him, even if the opponent's hole card is AJ, he is a heart ace.

In Houston's Texas Hold'em, there is no tie, you must win or lose, and the full house of your own heart A hand must also be greater than the full house of the opponent's club A hand.

"Okay, I'll follow your stud."

The five community cards are all turned over by the dealer, which are the Ace of Spades, the Jack of Spades, the Ace of Diamonds, the Eight of Spades, and the Seven of Spades.

"Tut-tut, there are so many spades, you are a flush at most, I opened it first - Full House."

"Don't think you can kill those little mafios, but whether it's at or off the table, my one-eyed demon is the most powerful person in Houston, hahaha!"

The few people left in the bar were all members of the Mueller family and the MONOCULUS, and they were all watching the game.

The biggest attraction at the table is John Müller, who speaks with a German accent and whose name is a mixture of German and English.

One-Sight listened to reports from his men in charge of the bar, and in just a few days, John Mueller had lost hundreds of dollars at the tables in various small bars, which was a huge amount of money in Houston, where the average daily income was less than $0.5.

The nearby bar with a gaming table called him John the Big Fat Cow.

And now, John's performance is completely that of a losing novice, often calling with small hands, and often asking his hand which hand is big.

"Can a flush be bigger than a full house?"

John looked at his hole cards and asked his men if they were big enough in a low but hearable voice.

"A flush beats a Full House? Unless your dad turns into a rabbit, hahaha. ”

Before the Muellers' men could answer, the One-Eyed preemptively laughed at a wave of John.

"I want to ask, if the flush is added to the straight, can you play it?"

John quietly turned over his hole cards, just a two of flowers and a five of hearts, and then in full view, John gestured to the dealer.

The dealer nodded slightly, opened the playing card pile in his hand, and took out two cards, replacing John and the unfolded hole cards.

Swap for a nine of spades and a ten of spades, and combine them with the community cards to make a straight flush of spades.

"My dad not only turned into a rabbit, but also married your mother and had children, giving birth to you, the son of a one-eyed dragon!"

"You!"

The angry one-eyed demon directly pulled out the Remington M1858 revolver that had already been loaded with bullets in his arms, and shot at John and the dealer with a barrel.

How dare anyone humiliate the gambling one-eyed man in such a way in the territory of the one-eyed demon.

The One-Eyed was completely insane, and he didn't care about what kind of fight this move would cause the two big gangs to fight.