Just when everyone was counting the number of times Huo Sining folded, assuming the real peak showdown was still a long way off, the hourglass was turned over.
The competition entered its final half-hour.
Huo Sining adjusted her sitting posture from one of laziness to elegance.
In the eyes of some spectators, this was just a change in posture.
But for those familiar with Huo Sining, it was completely different.
Her eyes became clear, and she involuntarily exuded a pressing queen-like aura.
"Finally getting serious."
The man in front of the TV couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth, holding an Iris Flower, he chuckled softly.
"Are you planning to keep folding until the end?"
Savic asked with a sneer.
He pushed the 500,000 chips in his hand to the center, having done this for over a dozen rounds.
