Someone curiously turned over his cards and was shocked, "Nine points! He actually chose to stop playing!"
"This old guy must have a screw loose...he's already lost several thousand US dollars. He finally got a great hand but chose not to play."
The guests all found this man's actions puzzling.
Old Jack stepped out of the bar, found his old battered pickup truck in the nearby parking lot, fetched a gun wrapped in oil-paper from under the seat, and tucked it at his waist.
Starting the vehicle, he floored the accelerator and drove away from the street, heading to the agreed-upon spot in the suburbs.
Allen Zhang and Jason drove to the deserted gas station, sitting in the car, watching the busy traffic, the pedestrian flow was higher than usual today, making it impossible even to consider shooting here.
Even if the other party was a ruffian, they wouldn't dare to stir up trouble so openly.
