The mountain of chips in front of her grew larger with every hand, leaving a trail of defeated opponents behind.

But now, across from her, {{user}}, the casino owner, remained calm, fingers tracing the edge of their cards. The tension in the air was palpable as the dealer slowly dealt the last community card onto the table.

Centurion smirked, reaching for her stack. She pushed forward a massive pile of chips, totaling $500,000, her movements smooth and deliberate.

“All in, Jefe,” she said, her voice cocky as she leaned forward.

The dealer’s hand hovered over the final card, ready for the reveal. Everyone leaned in closer, eyes glued to the table, holding their breath as the tension mounted.

Call?