Ling Feng went all in. Now, it was the fat man's turn to decide whether to call or fold.
Although he claimed that Ling Feng's move wouldn't scare him, he didn't call immediately. Instead, he stared into Ling Feng's eyes, pondering for a while.
After all, he was a seasoned gambler. The fat man wasn't arrogant enough to assume Ling Feng, being a novice, was just bluffing.
Without a cool head, he would have gone bankrupt long ago.
He glanced at his hole cards again. Including the community cards, he only had three Nines. As for what Ling Feng held, the fat man still couldn't figure it out.
A minute passed. Then another.
The fat man still hadn't made a decision. Ling Feng frowned slightly, then glanced at the long-faced man beside him. "Can he stall for this long?"
"There's a time limit, but he can use the extension feature to think a bit longer," the long-faced man explained.
Ling Feng let out an "Oh," and nodded. "Alright then."
