In the most prosperous center of the world, there is a splendid and luxurious building that looks like an ornate crown on the head of an emperor from the outside, and every corner is dotted with luminous precious jewels.
This special building has an equally very special name - Momo.
Every day, countless people come from other worlds, pouring into it with huge wealth, like birds entering a cage closed in all directions. But what these birds have in their hearts is endless joy and madness. The money in their hands is exchanged into stacks of chips, pushed onto the table, and flows into their own and others' pockets.
In the end, they either swear with empty hands and say that their luck will be better next time, or they are full of smiles and insatiable thinking about whether they will make more money and leave here next time.
Yes, this is a casino.
A miraculous casino.
Uncountable wealth is "pumped" from every guest's pocket and gaming table, and countless trickles eventually merge into a huge one, silently flowing into the casino's pocket, becoming a huge amount of running water on the bill.
Day after day, month after month, year after year, as if it has become a gluttonous beast, as long as there is still one person who has the desire to gamble to get rich, will never be satisfied.
This is the happiest, craziest, most extravagant, and most sinful gold-selling cave.
Corberus walked out of the elevator, the bow tie of the suit stuck in his throat, and even though his fit body was wrapped in the suit, he revealed the power of a beast in every movement.
A Persian machete that doesn't quite match the uniform hangs on his waist, and the handle is wrapped in circles of gauze. It has been soaked in sweat all the year round, showing a special dark color.
This is the top floor of Momo. The marble floor is so clean that it can illuminate the shadows of people. The retro candlesticks on both sides are all made of real gold and silver, and the recessed lights emit soft light to illuminate every corner. A young girl dressed as a maid stepped back from a room not far away to the corridor, and closed the solid wood door very gently without making a single sound.
Corberos took a pause, and when he took another step, it was much lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.
The maid Angela raised her head and saw the man who was approaching. Facing his questioning gaze, the girl shook her head and said softly, "Master is still awake."
When she said this, her heart couldn't help beating wildly. The tall man in front of him had obvious facial features and outlines with obvious Persian blood, and the eyes under the heroic brows were intoxicatingly deep and honey-colored, enough to make all the girls who were pregnant with spring beating hearts.
But her sanity kept her from showing the slightest—Corberus, one of the casino's stewards, was also the best thug. It is said that he was brought back by the master from Mr. Moore's arena. As soon as he came over, he chopped off the hands of a guest who even wanted to deny him. Because he handled things neatly and ruthlessly, he only took one step. Step into this position today.
But Angela knew that things were far from the case. He was still the master's favorite "subordinate" and the only person who could sleep with the honorable master on the big bed in his bedroom.
After all, she can't count how many times the sheets have been changed for these two.
Every time I think of these Angela, I don't know how she should feel, the beloved male god and the most beloved master... She should stand aside.
Kerberos snorted and said, "I still have some things to deal with. When the master wakes up, he must let him have breakfast. It is going to rain outside. Be careful not to let the master catch a cold and smoke less."
Angela nodded: "Okay."
As the only personal maid, responsible for taking care of the master's food and daily life, her status should be comparable to that of Corberus, but when the man in front of him is also the master's pillow, everything is completely different. .
Kerberos glanced at the closed door, but did not go in after all, turned and left.
In the bedroom across the door, the young man had already sat up from the bed. He was barefoot, stepping on the soft velvet carpet with his bare feet. Arm bend.
He knew Corberus was outside the door, but he didn't want him in.
The young man lit the hookah, pulled the hookah pipe to his lips, bit the cigarette holder made of agarwood, and inhaled the fragrant smoke of spices and fruits.
In the smoke, he leaned against the head of the bed, and the clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window slowly gathered again. He likes rainy days, and the feeling that the heavy clouds block out the harsh sunlight and make everything shrouded in just the right amount of dimness and moisture makes him very comfortable.
There are probably traces left by him and Corberos last night on the window. Angela must have secretly complained with a blushing face when she was cleaning, but at this moment, he was not thinking about these things that would usually stir up. His nasty things.
Not long ago, he felt the arrival of outsiders.
It is normal to have outsiders here. Casinos are not only the gold-selling caves in this world, but also the favorite pastime of people in other small worlds. Old Moore often brings his people over to spend a lot, but this time , he sensed the familiar power fluctuations in those outsiders.
Fluctuations in space power.
Did you finally find it
The young man was biting on the cigarette holder, and his canine teeth were grinding the agarwood at will. After several months of testing, did that person finally decide to take action
He had long thought that there would be such a day, and there was not much fluctuation in his heart. The strength of that person was many times stronger than him, but he was confined to the ancient castle in the space crack. This time, it was his who came with space energy. those friends.
But... it's not without the odds.
The young man sneered, he exhaled his last puff of smoke, and leaned back on the head of the bed, like a lazy cat, closing his eyes again in the drowsiness. Under his drooping black eyelashes, there are a pair of small tear moles.
Let him take a good look at who the ultimate winner is.
click.
The handle is pulled, the indicator light on the screen lights up, and the pattern in the window immediately turns. A dozen pairs of eyes stare at the constantly changing pattern, eagerly waiting for the moment to finally stop.
At the very front of the slot machine is a man, wearing an out of place-looking tracksuit, resting his weight on his left foot in a relaxed manner. With the huge pile of chips in his hand, this is obviously a casual gamble by a rich man, but somehow, it exudes an irresistible bad breath from head to toe.
No one noticed when and with whom this unremarkable man entered the casino. Only the staff at the exchange desk knew that there were seven people in the group with the man, and they exchanged the minimum exchange amount for Momo, which is a total value of 5,000 yuan. of fifty chips.
Then the man took twenty chips, went straight to the location of the slot machine, and started playing.
Ten minutes later, he had three hundred chips in his hand.
After more than ten seconds of rotation, the change of the pattern finally gradually slowed down. The one on the left stopped first, and it was the pattern of the black top hat, and then the one on the right also stopped, the same black top hat.
All eyes were fixed on the intermediate wheel axle that was still turning. Those eyes were full of anticipation and undisguised curiosity, but the man was not very nervous. He shifted his weight from the left foot to the right foot, and even stretched his head. Looking far to the other side through the crowd.
The reel in the middle finally stopped rotating at this moment, the pattern of the black top hat was connected in a string of three, all of a sudden, amid the exclamations of the onlookers, the lights on the entire slot machine turned on one after another, and the odds of x5 on the screen were like that. Bright.
Whoa, whoa-
The chips fell from the slot machine one after another. Amidst the sighs of the crowd, the man calmly took possession of the fifteen chips, took out three of them, and pressed the "Max Bet" button on the slot machine to put Three chips were inserted into the coin slot, and the lower lever was pulled again.
After fifteen seconds of waiting, three cherries appeared in a straight line in the window, the lights came on again, and the chips fell into the man's bulging pocket.
The voices around him became more and more lively. Gradually, more and more people gave up their games at the table and joined the onlookers. Even a few dealers in suits couldn't help but look over.
A young woman stood beside him, silently accompanying him. Her short hair just reached the shoulders, she wore a peaked cap, and the blue crystal pendant was lined by a shiny silver chain, just at the beginning of her career line. Everyone who looked at her glanced uncontrollably at the delicate necklace.
She seemed to come with the man, but she didn't play, she just watched, watching every time the lever was pulled.
Not long after, a young man came in from the crowd sideways, biting a lollipop stick in his mouth, stretched out his hand, and said vaguely to the man, "I'm running out of money."
He was also wearing a sports suit, with his trousers hanging down slightly to the upper of his shoes, his jacket open, and on the black T-shirt inside, a tiger was roaring with its mouth open, looking like a bad boy.
The man grabbed a lot of chips for him and said, "How did you lose so fast?"
"Just play, I don't want to waste my brain." Putting the chips into his pocket rudely, the young man smiled and patted the man's shoulder, "Come on, Doctor Lin, you are the hope of all of us."
Watching Cui Zuojing's happy back disappear from the crowd, Lin Hangzhi sighed. He rubbed the chips he won, and couldn't help worrying about his future fate, but now, he needs to concentrate, and he can't no longer Think about those who have and don't.
Under the crowd watching, Lin Hangzhi put in three chips and pulled the lever again.
That night, everyone in the lobby knew that there was a man in the Momo casino. He was dressed in cheap clothes mixed with the expensive dresses of other guests. No matter how lively and crazy other projects were, he only played the simplest and odds. The lowest slot machine, betting three chips at a time, can get the reward with the highest odds almost every time, so that the machine that has carefully set the winning odds through the program will spit out money for him countless times.
On the first night he came to Momo, he played all the 200 slot machines here, and while a few of his peers acted as money-losing boys, the principal in his hand snowballed from 5,000 yuan to 400 yuan. Ten thousand.
This man is called by the people in the casino - the king of slot machines.
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