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!"

up, kid? You're so new to

his gaze to Matthew's hand. Upon seeing it, his face went as white as a

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

the cards. "His luck is off the

so shocked that his jaw dropped, and he didn't even

warmly announced, "Stop staring and

"He just

he tossed over his chips and started shuffling

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

enough, the next round was

counted the cards when he shuffled the deck. He smirked and said, "This round's mine. Get your chips ready. And you,

taunted Matthew. But before Dwight could finish

did you get Blackjack when I

so. Or should I call you

infuriated.