Chapter 252 The Maid(4)

• The rounds were going in his favour, the players just heating up, the rules clear. Come to the table with at least two hundred and fifty k in chips. There was no bowing out. You left when you had no more money to bet with. With six players someone would walk away with close to one and a half million cash. When the last two players were betting then came the alternatives, house verified assets that could in desperation and glee be levied. Cars, homes, slaves, gold. One man would leave with it all and then some. Everyone else would leave a loser, some with their emergency assets intact, others not.
• As the evening heated up and players bowed out, including the gentleman from whom he had taken the house, Mike was left sitting opposite a gruff looking old man, his eyes harsh, his demeanour stern. He, like Mike, had been sweeping it up and they each sat with near enough half the total money.
• The hands passed and despite some give and take, the two stayed relatively equal, neither one gathering a marked advantage over the other, each waiting for the right hand to be played.