He didn’t look at his cards again. He knew what he had. More importantly, he knew what Pon thought he had.
The neon sign of the "Emerald Den" flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Krit’s sweat-slicked forehead. He looked at the PDF file on his phone—a scanned deed to his family’s warehouse—and then at the mountain of chips in the center of the table. He didn’t look at his cards again
Krit reached out and pulled the mountain of chips toward him. He deleted the PDF from his phone with a single tap. The story of his debt was over. Volume 2 was closed. The neon sign of the "Emerald Den" flickered,
He walked out into the cool Bangkok night, not looking back. He had gone all in, and for the first time in his life, he was walking away a free man. He deleted the PDF from his phone with a single tap
Pon laughed, a dry, raspy sound, and pushed his entire stack forward. "I hope you have more than a bluff, kid. I have three of a kind." He flipped his cards: Three Jacks.