The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 1522

Philip said flatly, "Have you laughed enough? Can you just say if this suggestion will work?"

Randolph choked from laughter. A female attendant next to him came over and patted his chest.

Randolph smiled and said, "Yes, if you're capable, you can win back what she lost to me. If you can do that, I'll let this b*tch go. But, if you lose, what do I get? Don't say I'm looking down on you. With your looks, I don't think I can even get 50,000 if I sell you off."

Philip scratched his head. "Yes, I have no money... In that case, I'll bet on one of my hands."

"Mr. Clarke!"

"You can't do this, Mr. Clarke!"

"I have money! You can take it! You can't place such a bet!"

Victor and the others said anxiously. The most important thing in the casino was the rules. As long as the two parties made a bet, the terms must be met.

It was just like what had happened to Yolanda today. Since she had agreed with Randolph in advance that she would undress if she lost, even Victor Bell could not say anything about it.

If the agreement was not carried out, according to the rules on the streets, their tongue would be cut!

Several people persuaded him in every possible way but Philip just refused to listen.

Randolph said, "Great, it seems that you're one tough guy. I've really underestimated you. Okay, I agree to use one of your hands as the ante. If you dare to play, just come over to the table!"

At this time, Yolanda pulled the corner of Philip's clothes from behind and shook her head at him. Although Yolanda had looked down on Philip many times before, she was very grateful that he was standing up for her this time.

If not for her boyfriend's debt, she would not have come to Randolph.

Philip smiled and pushed her hand away. Ignoring the crowd's persuasion, he went to the gambling table.

The foreigner smiled as be surveyed the unassuming young man in front of him, saying, "Your last name is Clarke, right? Mr. Clarke, you can decide what you want to play. We can go with whatever you want." The foreigner was still very polite.

Philip thought about it and said, "Well, let's go with stud poker. I've been getting a good hand in this today."

Next to him, Victor and the others stomped their feet after hearing this!

Was it really his good luck?

The foreigner smiled, nodded, and asked the croupier to bring a deck of poker cards who then handed out a hole card to each of them.

The two people at the poker table looked at each other, and Philip asked first, "How big is your ante?"

The foreigner said, "It starts from 200,000 dollars here, but I don't think your hand is worth so much."

"Then how much will it be?" Philip asked.

"I heard that the price of pork in your country has increased this year, about 30 or 40 dollars for 500 grams. Let's calculate it according to this price. I think your arm should weigh at least a few kilograms, right? Let's start the bet from 200 dollars!" The foreigner laughed.

It was a blatant taunt!

"You!"

Victor was furious, but Philip was the one who said he wanted to play, so he could not interfere. He could only watch on the side.

Philip chuckled but did not object. The two continued to draw.

For the second card, the foreigner got seven of clubs while Philip got nine of diamonds.

"20,000 dollars," Philip called out.

The foreigner looked at Philip and said, "Call."

The croupier nodded and continued to deal out the cards.

For the third card, the foreigner had nine of hearts and Philip had king of hearts.

"50,000," Philip said with a smile.

The foreigner froze and said, "Call."

The croupier continued to deal out the cards.

For the fourth card, the foreigner got ten of clubs and Philip got ace of spades.

"150,000 dollars," Philip said.

The foreigner frowned and said, "Young man, do you understand the rules? Don't say I didn't remind you. Although my hand is not as big as yours, if I get another eight, it's likely to form a straight with my hole card. A straight is definitely bigger than your loose cards. If you raise the bets foolishly like this, don't blame me if you have to chop off one of your hands later."

Philip smiled and said calmly, "Continue."

"Wait." The foreigner suddenly said, "I fold."