"Stud."

In a trance, Nazi heard an incredible voice.

Even if she doesn't know much about gambling, she knows what the word means.

For a moment, she thought she had misheard, but the casino hall behind her fell silent as if she had been suddenly hit by the "absolute zero" of a frozen bird.

Everyone is like an ice sculpture.

The person who made the voice was a lingonberry in a dark blue dress on the screen, with his hands in a pyramid in front of him, and there was no nervousness or excitement on his face.

Too calm.

So much so that it looks more like you're giving up your hand than stud.

But he was really studing – he had been jumping cards before, occasionally trying to bluff with a stack or two of innocuous chips, and now he was just betting everything.

No one could see the gambler's intentions, because this was only the first round of calling, with less than 100 purple antes scattered on the table, and the central community card had just been opened.

Lingonberry sat sideways and took out from under the Ssangyong table a putter designed to push chips, which was equipped at both ends of the table, and which Vio had double-checked before the start of the game, and there was no mechanism inside. The countless mirrors reflect the movements of the evil king at the same time, so there is absolutely no possibility of cheating at any opportunity.

The large wiper-like putter slowly but firmly rubbed against the tablecloth, and the huge chips moved with it, making the sound of a weak elf in a "quicksand hell".

This is the voice of a gambler indulging in desire.

After the casino owner finished the operation, the purple castle that was less than half in his hand had moved forward by twenty centimeters as a whole. Although the castle's exterior walls are somewhat distorted with displacement, they still stand majestically on the dividing line between black and white.

"12x raise, stud."

Lingonberry looked at Vio with a blank face, as if he was worried about the other party's bad hearing, and repeated it.

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"Is Mr. Bilberry planning to bluff again? But why release all your chips? Obviously, he played so cautiously before......"

After a brief shock, the casino became more noisy, and gamblers began to be skeptical.

"Maybe it's because he drew a strong hand, but isn't it too obvious that he is studding? It's impossible for your opponent to follow up on your bet. ”

"Then it must be a bluff, it's really courageous, and it deserves to be a vicious king who is good at fraud."

"Will Mr. Vio let go of this chance to make a final decision? With the amount of chips he has now, even if he loses the call, he still has a chance to turn the tables. ”

"Probably will." An elderly guest with glasses and a bookish breath sighs.

The voice is not loud, but for some reason it is particularly eye-catching, perhaps related to his profession.

He'd been keeping a note on the paper he had been watching the game before, and he seemed to be a mathematician as proficient in probability calculations as Old Man Vio - but judging from the fact that he could normally pass the blacklist review of the Royal Alliance, he shouldn't be a great super gambler.

I saw that the guest who took the note continued-

"In previous games, Dr. Vio would place a big bet every three or four rounds, and even if the bilberry called a bluff sometimes, he would not be afraid to follow up with his chips – which meant that the 'solitary wave algorithm' that the doctor called would lock in the next deal based on the cards that had been dealt a few rounds earlier. And Mr. Bilberry discovered this rule, and took advantage of the chaos of the gambling situation to throw off the heavy bet, trying to pull the winning rate back to the chaotic zone where he had an advantage. ”

As if in response to the speculation of the audience outside the arena, the old man Vio, who had always maintained his advantage, hesitated, as if he had eaten a super spicy thorn nut, and showed an uncomfortable expression.

The old man reluctantly threw away the two hole cards in his hand, unwilling to face the lingonberry head-on.

The cards fall face up into the shuffling pool, and people look at each other again. Because Vio's hand is two aces, the hole hand with the highest winning percentage in Double Dragon Poker. But the sage still chose to give up.

Seeing Vio's abandoned hand, Bilberry snickered happily and proudly counted the harvest of this round.

Face-up hole cards don't show the opponent the slightest hint and are mixed into the shuffling pool.

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In the casino lobby, everyone's eyes were focused on the elderly guest again, expecting the gentleman to continue to explain the situation in front of them.

The guest sighed and stopped the pencil in his hand.

"That's where SsangYong Poker comes in – unlike Blackjack, mathematicians can't perfectly set their bets based on the highest probability of winning due to the limitations of the call mechanic, and can only play duels in the form of doubling or calling. Although the double ace hand does have a win rate of more than 85%, there is still a 15% probability of failure. ”

"Mr. Bilberry manipulated the number of chips to make Vio feel a mouse-thrower, and by this point, Dr. Vio had to take more risk than expected to pay off—even if it was only a small margin, it was enough to make the doctor feel resigned."

"But according to the formula introduced by Vio last night, about half of the calls should still be within the acceptable range, right?" A gambler counted on his fingers for a long time before retorting.

"No, you have to take into account the antes you have already made in addition to calling; And Vio wants the final win rate rather than the benefit of a game, so his best win rate formula is more conservative; Last but not least, the community card that had been opened, and Vio, who had mastered the clock algorithm, calculated the impact of the club 3 on the winning rate of both sides, and the result was a slight disadvantage for the doctor's side. With a combination of three factors, Vio eventually gave up his hand. ”

Who is this man? It was as if he had mastered the evil method himself......

Nazi listened to all the conversations and quietly complained in her heart.

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Next, Lingonberry reversed his previous low profile, and whenever Vio's clock face algorithm entered the observation phase, he pressed the big blind heavily, and although he didn't stud again, he made all the bold bets that were terrifying.

And the old man was also very cooperative, all chose to fold and skip cards, until three or four rounds of observation, before placing a heavy bet.

The two seemed to go back and forth, winning each other's chips back and forth, and the amount of the bet was getting bigger and bigger. The chips on both sides are like a bowl of soup that swings back and forth in your hand, leaning towards lingonberries at one moment and Vio at the other, bursting out more and more splashes.

Among the gamblers present, anyone can see clearly that the time for a decisive victory is finally coming.

There are many signs—

One is that both sides have reached the 100-seed blind level. Although on the whole, Vio's side is still more calm, but in today's turbulent situation, as long as this fragile tacit understanding is broken, no matter who it is, it is possible to fall off the table miserably.

The second sign is the explanation of the guest gentleman, who is good at mathematics. According to him, the later in the game, the more information Vio has about the hand using the clock algorithm, and the more likely he is to fight it out rather than fold – and Bilberry is clearly waiting for that opportunity as well.

The third is a fact that everyone can see - the expressions of both sides are becoming more and more sickly, and the lingon-white poker face is getting more and more pale, almost like the poker card in his hand.

Old Man Vio's face turned red, as if his brain had been running at a high speed for too long, and even his breathing had become heavy, and if he could carry Pokémon in the gambling room, his geometric snowflake would definitely jump out of the Poké Ball on its own, cooling the trainer with the "Frozen Wind".

However, despite this, the state of the two does not appear to be weak in the slightest. As if the demon named Victory and Defeat Heart had injected them with an excess amount of stimulant, the two of them exuded an unparalleled overlord aura, even through the TV screen, they could still make the new leaf meow in Nazi's arms tremble.

The last sign was Nazi herself, the leader of the superpowered gym who watched the duel between the two dragons on the black and white table for some reason, and suddenly had a thrill -

"Oh, that time seems to have arrived."

Superpowers are sometimes so unreasonable.

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Lingonberry twisted his hole cards in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

But his mouth said again-

"Stud."