"Haha, a straight flush—Lin, you've lost again!"
Didi Gregorius threw his hand on the table, flashing his gleaming white teeth, and shrugged at Lin Guanglai across from him; in response, Lin Guanglai covered his forehead with his hand, showing a look of unwilling frustration.
"Lin, luckily we're just playing casually—if this were in Las Vegas, you'd probably be the fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the dealer's eyes, losing everything including your underwear..."
"Honestly, Lin, I've been with the Yankees for 10 years now, and among everyone who's joined this card game over the years, you're not the worst, but not far from it—it's hard to imagine that a pitcher as wise and dominant as you on the field performs worse than my 7-year-old daughter at the card table..."
Players around Lin Guanglai, including Severino and Sabathia, seeing him like this, all flashed jeering smiles, mercilessly started mocking, and the cabin was filled with an air of merriment.
