Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 29: Winning 2 million in a single hand!

Then, without even looking at his second card, Jordan shouted, "Call! Add another 5!"

"Michael Jordan's emotions have fluctuated, resulting in a loss of 50 experience points!"

It's starting! It's starting!

Lin Tian was secretly delighted. The experience points that Jordan dropped before were only 5 or 10 points, which was incredibly stingy!

50 points have been revealed in one go!

It seems like we're not far from seeing some really good stuff drop!

"I've called 5, add another 50 cents! Also..." When Lin Tian waited for another round of cards to be dealt, almost all the Bulls players on the plane had gathered around him, filling the area completely.

After all, this was the first time in many years that the Bulls had managed to anger Jordan to this extent, causing him to roar hysterically several times!

Everyone in this league knows that you absolutely cannot mess with Jordan!

And the Bulls players are perfectly aware of this rule!

This rookie, Lin Tian, ​​dared to anger Jordan like this after just one game...

He's either crazy or an idiot!

Lin Tian looked at the crowd of onlookers. It was Jordan's turn to speak, but Lin Tian calmly said, "No matter how much Michael adds, I'll match it, and I'll add... 50 cents more!"

"Fuck you! Screw your 50 cents! Show me your cards! I have a pair of Aces and a pair of 5s! I don't believe you have a flush! I don't believe..." Jordan was halfway through his sentence when Lin Tian revealed his cards, and it really was a flush!

He lost again!

"Fuck you! Again! Again!" Jordan loosened his collar, his breathing noticeably heavier. Looking at the crowd surrounding him, he suddenly yelled, "What the hell are you all doing? Get the hell out of here! Get the hell out of here! Get out!"

Jordan let out a furious curse, and the crowd of onlookers, terrified, scattered and fled immediately.

Only the few guys who were already standing there remained.

Although they dispersed, everyone's eyes and attention remained focused on this spot.

Everyone's curious!

How angry will Jordan be today? And will Lin Tian be able to get off the plane alive?

They were genuinely afraid that Jordan might suddenly unleash a series of punches on Lin Tian.

Wait, Lin Tian? One person knocked out three people without taking any damage in 2 minutes?

Never mind, it's alright now...

At this moment, Lin Tian had once again used psychological tactics to completely overwhelm Jordan!

The two played about 10 more games, and Lin Tian's win rate exceeded 80%!

Among these winning hands, some were indeed won by Lin Tian with a strong hand, while others were won by him using psychological tactics to scare Jordan into folding.

After each game, whether he won or lost, Lin Tian's trash talk never stopped. He kept spewing insults, making Jordan's eyes red and his forehead steam!

He had never been this angry in his entire life!

By this time, Jordan had already lost over $1 million! Just for the short flight from Orlando to Miami, which takes just over an hour, Jordan had already lost $2 million!

Just as Jordan was completely engrossed in the fight and wanted to continue battling until he could turn the tide, the plane's announcement suddenly came on, reminding everyone to return to their seats, as the plane would be landing in 5 minutes.

"That's enough, Michael. Let's play one last round." Lin Tian smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance to turn things around. One last round, 200 million! If you win, you take all the bets; if you lose, it doubles! How about it, wanna bet?"

"Let's bet!"

"Well then, it's all about luck anyway. Dealing five cards is too much trouble. Just have each person draw one card and compare the size to decide the winner quickly! Got it?" Lin Tian continued to look at Jordan, his tone full of disdain.

"Here you go first!"

Jordan is now completely blinded by madness. His eyes are filled with madness. Let alone a $200 million bet on a game of drawing cards, he would probably agree to a $2000 million bet with his eyes red!

He's completely blinded by defeat!

He had never lost so badly in his entire life!

Pippen, standing next to him, felt that even when Jordan was repeatedly knocked down from mid-air by Laimbeer, Mahorn, Isaiah, and others against the Bad Boys of the Pistons, he was never this crazy and angry!

Pippen glanced at Lin Tian again and couldn't help but swallow.

Even though Lin Tian was just a second-round pick who had only played one game, Pippen had already made a decision in his heart.

I will never be Lin Tian's enemy in this lifetime!

Lin Tian spread his hands, casually picked a card from the deck, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Your turn!"

"You're dead, Lin! I'll draw an Ace for you!"

Jordan roared and, with red eyes, pulled a card from the deck!

Jack of Spades!

A hand with a win rate of over 75%!

"Come on, Lin, let me see what you've got!" Jordan said, his eyes red as he stared intently at the card in Lin Tian's hand.

Lin Tian saw Jordan's J, glanced at his own cards, and spread his hands helplessly, saying, "The last time, why did the goddess of victory leave me? Damn it! You won, Michael, you won!"

"I told you I was going to win!" Jordan roared excitedly, throwing several punches into the air. He had been holding back all night and finally got a chance to unleash his power: "Nobody can beat Michael Jordan! Nobody! You understand? Nobody!"

Lin Tian looked at Jordan, then suddenly angrily threw the cards in his hand into the deck, scattering them all over the floor. After cursing a couple more times, he stood up and sat back down in his seat.

"Winning two million in one hand! You're something else, Michael!" Kerr, who had been so tense and bloodthirsty from the earlier commotion that he hadn't dared to speak, finally breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly patted Jordan on the shoulder, saying, "This hand is enough for you to brag about for three months!"

"Winning 200 million in one hand? Huh? You guys think I won?" Jordan looked at the jumbled pile of cards, then suddenly stomped all the cards under his foot, his face showing no excitement or pride at his great victory.

His eyes were fixed on the pile of cards on the floor when a thought suddenly popped into his head.

What card did Lin Tian actually get?

Why won't we see it?

Why did you deliberately mix the cards into a mess?

What on earth is this kid doing?

Once the thought popped into his head, it lingered in Jordan's mind. He always felt something was wrong, that there was something wrong with that last hand of cards!

Even after the plane landed and everyone stood up to get off, Jordan remained seated and motionless!