The golden arm was shuffling the cards.
The golden arm was the evolution of the rules of the Golden City.
One by one, the poker cards were dealt to the people before them.
Because there were so many players, a total of eleven, and a deck of cards, minus the jokers, had only 52 cards.
That meant, getting a good hand was even harder.
Everyone's cards had been dealt, but not a single person looked at their hand.
"Please, Mr. Mu Rufeng, place your bet," a mechanical female voice emerged.
Mu Rufeng thought for a moment and didn't bet too much; he directly took out a lifespan chip of one hundred years and tossed it onto the gambling table.
"Let me lead with a hundred years," Mu Rufeng said indifferently.
Seeing this, everyone was slightly surprised; they hadn't expected Mu Rufeng to start with a hundred years?
A hundred years, not one hundred yuan, how could he bet so casually?
