Going clockwise and starting from Alexander, the dealer dealt two face-down cards in front of all the players, and then he returned to where he used to stand, between Alexander and Conroy.Since Alexander and Stanley had done their parts in the small and big blind bets respectively, the next to take action was Patrick, who had two options.He could fold, which means giving up, or he could keep playing. Now, to keep playing, he had two options. Either he calls, which meant matching the bet of one thousand dollars that Alexander had made and Stanley had matched, or he Raises by betting nothing less than double the amount of Stanley’s bet.That meant he had to bet nothing less than two thousand dollars and, moving forward, everyone had to either match or raise that amount.His action, however, depended on the combination of the faced-down cards he was dealt, so, Patrick covered them and checked. What he didn’t know was that no matter how much he hid what his face-down cards were, Alexande
Staring at the aged man and knowing how well his two cards combined with the community cards, Alexander made a little comparison in his head between the three of them that remained, and he knew who was at the bottom of the totem pole.At the back of his mind, he knew that things could change once the last card that the dealer would place with the rest of the community cards was revealed, but for now, Alexander could see who the winner was going to be. He waited for Tim to make his decision and as he expected, the aged man who had it in for him refused to back down.Tim matched his bet of sixteen thousand dollars because he wanted to make sure Alexander lost, even if it meant betting recklessly.Alexander chuckled discretely, then he followed everyone to look at Conroy, waiting for what decision the man was going to make.Conroy stared at the four community cards at the center of the poker table for some seconds, then once again, he covered his two cards with his hand and checked them.
In the game of poker, the hierarchy of winning card combinations goes from high card to one pair, two pairs, Three of a Kind, Straight, Flush, Full house, Four of a kind, Straight Flush, and lastly, The Royal Flush.The higher one goes in the hierarchy of card combinations, the lesser the chances of having those card combinations.What this meant was that not only did Alexander win against Tim but he did so with a probability that was very unlikely, which brought even bigger shame to Tim’s loss. “You should have just gone with your gut feeling and resigned before the cards were revealed. Well, not that that would have mattered because the cards would have been revealed either way and everyone would have seen that your card combination ranks less than mine”, Alexander taunted, then threw his cards toward the center of the table where the community cards were.With Alexander’s two cards landing face up next to the five community cards and Tim seeing all seven cards side by side, it dawn
Alexander took all his winnings and left the table. The duffle bag couldn’t close because of how much he had won. So, he took everything back to Melvin to convert a lot of the overflowing betting chips back into cash then he returned to find more games to play and make money.He walked a little bit until he came across a roulette table which was already crowded with gamblers. He contemplated about joining the game or not because the other roulette table he saw was just as filled. There wasn’t a vacancy for any new gamblers and it didn’t look like any of the people there were willing to leave any time soon. Still, the young multimillionaire was persistent. He didn’t care if there was a vacancy for him or not. After all, there wasn’t a vacancy before he joined the poker table and won the money he did. This time wasn’t going to be any different. Alexander thought and so he approached.When he got there, the current round had just finished and some of the gamblers were on edge after
“Place your bets, everyone, and I’ll spin the wheel to see who the winner is,” the dealer said then everyone did as told.Alexander dropped ten thousand dollars worth of betting chips on the number three spot on the table while the other gamblers picked the numbers they thought would win and placed their chips.Because this was Roulette, the gamblers could bet on as many numbers as they wanted but Alexander chose to only bet on one spot. Whereas, the other gamblers chose at least four different numbers, increasing their odds of winning.Unlike poker, there was no proven strategy to increase one’s chances of winning except for betting on as many spots as possible, but Alexander chose the one spot because, for the moment, he was testing the waters. His strategy would change after this round.As for Mr. Ferguson, the man placed his ten-dollar betting chip on the double zero spot, and like Alexander, he too only bet on one spot.After he was done betting, Mr. Ferguson snuck a glance at Al
“Foul play—?!” Alexander, who was so angry that he let his emotions get the better of him, exclaimed, but then froze when everyone around the table looked at him. Their stares made him self-conscious. “Is everything alright, young man? You startled us with your sudden outburst” Mr. Ferguson said, feigning genuine concern.Faking a smile, Alexander replied “Sorry about that. I thought I was speaking with my inner dialogue, but I accidentally blurted out without meaning to” His answer took a lot of self-control because all the young multimillionaire wanted to do at that moment was to smack the pretentious man right across the face. Mr. Ferguson grunted.“Inner dialogue? What exactly could you be thinking about at this moment? From how hard you exclaimed, it seems to me like it’s a very serious matter”, The distinguished man said.Alexander chuckled awkwardly and then replied “What else could I be thinking about if not how much I’ve lost since I started this game? I might have what s
The dealer had finished clearing the table, and it was time to start a new round.“What do you say, my young friend? Want to start us off like you did last time?” Mr. Ferguson said, gesturing that Alexander should go ahead to place his bet.“Oh yes, it’s my turn again,” Alexander said, then reached into his duffle bag and grabbed a bundle of dollars.He broke the bundle and took out the smallest amount he could get and that was a hundred dollar bill. The young multimillionaire dropped the rest of the bundle back into the duffle bag, then he folded the hundred-dollar bill in half. “Here you go, dealer. Give me the equivalent of this in chips”, Alexander said, stretching the folded dollar to the dealer’s left hand, which was the hand that the dealer used to operate the remote in his left trouser pocket. The dealer had already gotten ready ahead of time, thinking that Alexander was going to drop his betting chips on the table like before, so he had stuffed his left hand in his trouser
The dealer gulped “What?”Alexander chuckled, telling the system to terminate the contract because he didn’t want someone who wasn’t involved in any of this to die.“Nothing. I was just joking but a word of advice. Never put someone else’s life on the line trying to back up your statement, or you might just cause their death one day”, Alexander advised, and the dealer grimaced in confusion.“Thanks for the advice, sir, but I still stick with what I said. I had no hand in your losses.”Wanting to change how awkward the situation had become, Mathew stepped in.“That’s right. If the dealer is the cause of the mass failures, then that would mean his actions made Mr. Ferguson to lose as well, which is a grave sin”, Mathew said, trying to change the narrative. Alexander retracted his money and stuffed both hands in his pockets.“Yeah, that’s true, but there’s one issue with that statement,” the young multimillionaire said.“And what issue is that?” The last gambler asked.“The fact that th