The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 479 Matthew was still figuring out the cards in his hands. He held them haphazardly, looking like a child playing Blackjack for the first time. It was plain as day that he was a total rookie.

Caleb couldn't take it anymore and urged. "It's your turn first. Hurry up already."

Matthew furrowed his brows. "Hang tight. I'll be ready soon."

Dwight sneered. "Quit staring. You're doomed to lose. I'm taking all your chips this round. When you lose everything, quickly get out of my face."

Matthew tapped on his cards and remarked, "I've got a pretty solid hand."

Dwight sported a confident look. "Here's the deal. I've got this one in the bag. If I can't win against you

after playing Blackjack for so many years, then I might as well have never played.'

When Dwight drew his cards, he knew he was in a good position to win. He had an Ace and a seven, so it was a perfect starting hand.

After all, he had counted the cards. After drawing his hand, he could tell he was about to win based on his experience. Suddenly, Matthew shouted and revealed his hand.

"Blackjack!"

"Did you slip up, kid? You're

his gaze to Matthew's hand. Upon

a default win? He just drew the first two cards as Blackjack. What kind of luck

at the cards. "His luck is

didn't even notice that the cigarette between his

and warmly announced, "Stop

excuses for himself diffidently. "He just got lucky. It takes skill to win, not

he tossed over his chips and started shuffling the

I'm a perfect example." With a sheepish expression, Dwight remarked, "I doubt his

next round was

deck. He smirked and said, "This round's mine. Get your chips ready. And

attitude, Dwight intentionally taunted Matthew. But before Dwight could

"How did you get Blackjack when I was counting the cards? Are you

"If you can't take a loss, just say so. Or should I call you a

infuriated.