Police officer Chen Shu.

The smoke inside the room became even thicker and more intense.

Four or five men sat scattered on several brown leather sofas, gambling around a square table; one of them was wearing a local grey military uniform.

He had very little cash left in front of him, the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and his white shirt was half-open, revealing a patch of sweat on his chest.

The cards have been dealt.

The man in military uniform, with a cigarette butt dangling from his lips and his head bowed—almost as if he were resting his entire head on the table—slowly and carefully lifted the cards, revealing two four-sided tiles.

He muttered to himself, "Top, top, top..."

The others shouted in unison, "Blow! Blow! Blow!"

As expected, the card was blown away. The man in military uniform turned over his cards and got a pair of nines.

"grass!"

The man in military uniform cursed, slammed his cards on the table, and leaned back in his chair, grumbling, "What a fucking bad day! It's really unlucky, I've lost eight hands in a row! Hey Zhou, put this on my tab, I'll settle the score with you at the end of the month."

One of the men, presumably a dealer, smiled and began to gather the neatly stacked Burmese kyats on the table into his own arms.

At this moment, the burly man stepped aside, and Chen Chuan, who had watched the entire scene from outside, strode in.

Everyone in the room looked at Chen Chuan, and the burly man quickly introduced him: "Mr. Ma, this is the person that Boss Liu introduced."

The "General Ma" mentioned by the burly man was none other than the Company Commander Ma introduced by Boss Liu.

Company Commander Ma glanced at Chen Chuan a few times, sneered, and didn't let anyone in or sit down. He just took a cigarette from the table, took one out and put it in his mouth without lighting it, and just looked at Chen Chuan with a sidelong glance.

After a while, Company Commander Ma said leisurely, "The big deal you're talking about? Heh, how big can it be?"

Chen Chuan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he slowly walked to the card table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He then casually picked up the cigarette case from Captain Ma's table, took out a cigarette, and lit it for himself.

call.

Taking a sip, Chen Chuan said, "Brother Ma doesn't seem to be having much luck today."

Company Commander Ma's face darkened, and he glared at Chen Chuan, shouting, "Whether I have good luck or not is none of your business! If you're here today, just say what you have to say, or shut up. I don't have time to waste on your nonsense."

Chen Chuan took another drag of his cigarette, then pulled a stack of green banknotes from his backpack and piled them on the table.

The green banknotes are not Myanmar's green currency, but the real world currency, the US dollar, which is incredibly valuable both in the world and on the ground.

The room fell silent instantly.

Company Commander Ma's eyes softened, and his voice also became gentler: "Brother, what do you mean by this? You haven't even told me what happened yet."

"Brother, my matter isn't urgent. We can talk about it slowly when it's just the two of us later." Chen Chuan addressed him as Company Commander Ma had suggested, then took out a wad of US dollars from his backpack and placed it on the table. "Brother's itching for a game, wanna play a couple of rounds with me?"

Company Commander Ma was taken aback. He hadn't expected that this guy who came to discuss business would propose a bet with him first. Although he had already lost all the money he brought today, what did it matter?

Company Commander Ma laughed heartily, pointed at the dealer, and said with a smile, "Deal the cards."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Ma, we've run out of cards. I'll go outside and get some new ones."

As the dealer finished speaking, he prepared to get up. At that moment, a hand reached out and pressed him back onto the sofa with a little force.

Chen Chuan shrugged and smiled, "We're short on time, so let's use this deck."

The dealer was a little surprised and hesitated, saying, "These cards have just been used; isn't that against the rules?"

Chen Chuan shook his head: "I'm new here, so this is my first time playing cards. I'm fine as a newbie." Then, he turned to Company Commander Ma and smiled: "Company Commander Ma, I believe in fate and money. If my fate is bad, I can only make up for it with money."

The dealer also turned to Company Commander Ma and explained, "Mr. Ma, this deck...you see, we just lost...I think it would be best to get a new deck."

"Stop dawdling, just change it..." Company Commander Ma started to say, but then noticed Chen Chuan sitting opposite him looking at him meaningfully. He immediately realized what he meant and said, "Change my ass! This deck of cards is fine!"

After saying that, Company Commander Ma pulled a gleaming pistol from his belt, slammed it on the table, and shouted, "Deal the cards! Damn it, I don't believe I'll lose all day!"

The dealer's expression changed slightly, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm and began shuffling and stacking the cards. Half a minute later, he began dealing the cards methodically.

first round.

Chen Chuan glanced at his cards; they were terrible.

He quietly placed a bet of $10,000 and, unsurprisingly, lost.

Second round.

Chen Chuan then placed another $10,000 bet, but still lost.

In the third, fourth, and fifth games, Chen Chuan lost five games in a row, and in the blink of an eye, he had already lost a total of 50,000 US dollars.

Company Commander Ma was pleased with his win and became a bit more polite: "Young man, you're giving away money too quickly. Why don't we just talk business directly, and save ourselves the trouble at the card table?"

Chen Chuan waved his hand: "No rush, let's try again."

In the sixth, seventh, and eighth games, they lost three games in a row.

Large sums of US dollars were lost by Chen Chuan. The room was filled with joy, as if it wasn't just Company Commander Ma who had won money, but everyone else.

In just half an hour, a full $80,000 changed hands, which is a considerable fortune even in the notorious casinos of northern Myanmar.

Ninth inning.

The community cards are 10, 10, and J.

Chen Chuan glanced at his hole cards: an Ace of Spades and a King of Spades. A good hand. He expressionlessly placed a small bet, throwing out two thousand US dollars.

By now, Company Commander Ma had won eight rounds in a row. Full of confidence, he tilted his chin up and said smugly, "Young man, to be honest, I'll win this round too."

As he spoke, Company Commander Ma casually turned over one of his cards, a 10 of spades, which, together with the community cards on the table, made a total of three 10s.

Three 10s is already a pretty strong hand.

Company Commander Ma shrugged: "Shouldn't we stop following? We've won so much today, it's a bit embarrassing. I'll let you win a little this time, hahaha."

Chen Chuan didn't speak, but waved his hand to signal the dealer to continue.

Company Commander Ma was taken aback: "You dare to follow that? Young man, aren't you planning to leave yourself a pair of underwear on the way home today?"

Chen Chuan smiled slightly: "Company Commander Ma, I may not have much else, but I have plenty of money."

Upon hearing this, the others in the room also started urging Company Commander Ma not to release the water.

Company Commander Ma waved his hand and said, "Alright, then I'll accept without hesitation."

The game continues.

Before the dealer dealt the cards, Chen Chuan suddenly said, "Company Commander Ma, win or lose, this is the last hand. After we finish, let's talk business."

Company Commander Ma had won by a large margin and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Chen Chuan pushed up all the US dollars in front of him, smiled, and said softly, "All in."

Two hundred thousand US dollars lay quietly piled on the poker table.

The gambling table suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes, except for Chen Chuan's, were gleaming green.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.