The small bar was dark, with the kerosene lamp flickering on and off, and the bar had lost the vitality it had before the Civil War.
After the Smith Factory District came into operation, it sucked the last life out of Houston's entertainment venues.
Overnight, it seemed as if all Houstonians had been swept away by the Smith Factory District, leaving behind either the old, the weak, the sick, or a bunch of "remnants of the old era" who found it difficult to integrate into industrialization.
At a gambling table, a middle-aged red-necked man with a rosy face took a puff of a cigarette without a cigarette tip that was not sure whether it was marijuana or tobacco. He exhaled a breath of pungent smoke and confidently urged his opponents sitting there to start as soon as possible.
Make a decision.
There is a tattoo logo of the largest local mafia, the Magic Eye, on his left arm, and it is a tattoo that only cadres can have. His right eye is covered with a piece of black cloth.
He is one of the big bosses of the Demon Eye, nicknamed the One-Eyed Demon.
He is also the top thug in the mafia and the leader of the martial arts faction. He has no hobbies in daily life, except for gambling.
A hundred bets and a hundred wins. Whoever dares to win against the One-Eyed Devil will surely end up dead in the Gulf of Mexico the next day. This is his sure-fire way to win.
Today he was invited by a new mafia leader to start an unlimited Texas Hold'em poker game.
The One-Eyed Demon himself didn't want to agree, and the two sides were already at odds with each other. But after the other party suggested that the One-Eyed Demon side could decide the location, things turned sour.
If the one-eyed demon refuses to agree, he will lose face. Similarly, if something happens to the other party in his own territory, he will lose face.
The one-eyed demon, who was addicted to gambling, chose to have an honest bet with the other party.
Now that the one-eyed demon has thousands of dollars piled up in front of him, the German mafia rookie opposite him is really a gambler with a bad gambling scheme.
After the one-eyed dragon got a good "natural card", he began to yell arrogantly at every gambler who wanted to be his partner.
Among the five community cards on the field, three are open cards, namely the ace of spades and the j of spades, and the third card is the ace of diamonds.
As for the excited one-eyed demon, the trump card in his hand is the ace of hearts, and he has already confirmed that he is full house.
If among the remaining two community cards, the last a is revealed - the ace of clubs, then it will be four aces, which will be a sure win, but it is a pity that it cannot be revealed now.
This clamor is not only to prove that the cards in your hand are good, but also to demonstrate as much as possible.
In the ridiculous world view of the One-Eyed Demon, losing face at the gambling table means losing dignity.
"Not with."
"Flying."
"It's your turn, Kraut."
"Wait a minute, I have some personal matters..."
John spoke English with a strange German accent and expressed his wish to wait a little longer.
"Whatever you want, I'll wait."
The one-eyed demon lay back and leaned on the back of the chair to wait for his victory. The back of the chair could not bear his exaggerated and muscular body and made a squeaking sound of protest.
The One-Eyed Demon didn't know what John's trump card was. In the previous rounds, he had been playing the diamond ace in his hand with the first two spades aj on the community card, and followed the bet infinitely.
At this moment, a German veteran with an angular and sturdy figure walked up behind John, bent down next to John's ear, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
The one-eyed devil, who is also the leader of the mafia, does not care about this situation. He knows that the leader of the mafia may often have some emergencies that need to be dealt with.
After listening to what his men said, John nodded slightly, waved his hand, and asked his men to walk out of the bar.
"I'll give you thirty dollars more."
"Follow me, stupid German."
An inconsequential Eight of Spades was turned out. The One-Eyed Demon was still not satisfied with the U.S. dollars now on the table, so he took out a few new U.S. dollars with a face value of one hundred dollars newly issued by the Texas State Government and some old U.S. dollars from his pocket.
The old U.S. dollar issued with a face value of ten yuan fell on the table.
"I heard about you yesterday, big fat cow-Mueller. I have about five hundred dollars here, plus the two thousand dollars I have on the table."
“I’ll stud you!”
"I pity you, you just need to take out all the money you have."
"I just want to see European guys lose every penny in my bar."
"In the end, get out in disgrace."
"Hahaha!"
The redneck thinks that no card can beat him, even if his opponent's hole card is aj, he is the ace of hearts.
In Texas Hold'em poker in Houston, there is no tie, and the winner must be determined. The full house of your own a-hand of hearts must be greater than the full house of the opponent's a-hand of clubs.
"Okay, I'll stud with you."
All five community cards were revealed by the dealer, namely ace of spades, j of spades, ace of diamonds, eight of spades, and seven of spades.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are so many spades. The most you can get is a flush. I opened it first - full house."
"I don't think you can kill those low-level mafia gangsters, but I, the One-Eyed Demon, am the most powerful person in Houston whether on or off the gambling table, hahaha!"
The few people left in the bar were all members of the Mueller family and the Magic Eye Party, and they were all watching the card game.
The biggest attraction at the gambling table is John Mueller, who speaks with a German accent and whose name is a mixture of German and English.
The One-Eyed Demon listened to the report from the man in charge of managing the bar. In just a few days, John Mueller lost hundreds of dollars on the gambling tables in various small bars. In Houston, where the per capita daily income is less than 0.5 U.S. dollars, this is a huge loss.
A huge amount of money.
The nearby bar with its gaming table called him Big Fat John.
But now, John behaves like a novice who loses. He often makes blind calls with small cards, and often asks his players which cards are higher.
“Can flush be bigger than full house?”
John looked at the cards in his hand and asked the men next to him if his cards were high enough in a low voice that could be heard by the whole audience.
"Can flush beat full house? Unless your dad turns into a rabbit, hahaha."
Before the Muller family's men could reply, the one-eyed demon mocked John.
"I want to ask, if a flush plus a straight is added, is it possible to win?"
John quietly turned over his hole cards, which were just a two of clubs and a five of hearts. Then in full view of everyone, John made a gesture to the dealer.
The dealer nodded slightly, opened the pile of playing cards in his hand, took out two cards, and replaced John and the unfolded hole cards.
Replace it with a nine of spades and a ten of spades, and combine with the community cards to form a straight flush of spades.
"Not only did my father turn into a rabbit, he also married your mother and gave birth to a son, you, a one-eyed dragon!"
"you!"
The one-eyed demon was so angry that he directly pulled out the Remington m1858 revolver that had been loaded with bullets in his arms, and shot John and the croupier indiscriminately.
How could anyone dare to humiliate the one-eyed demon like this in his territory?
The One-Eyed Demon was completely crazy and didn't even care about the fight this move would cause between the two big gangs.