The golden/crystal chandelier under the hall still exudes a dazzling light.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
[Fuck... Wait, why are there four? 】
[My mother, awesome, there are four in the first round, this may be the lucky goose that God favors]
[Anthony drove two pairs and failed to win? This probability is no one.]
[I am the only one who feels that this white-haired newcomer is deliberately under the set, otherwise Anthony will not be allin directly]
[Actually, I just think Anthony's cards are good, so he chose allin. This is Texas and not a playhouse. Psychological warfare is already a very important part of it. If the slightest error is too far away, would he not understand this truth? Since you lose, you have to take the risk]
How could Anthony not understand.
His face was sullen, and his face was so ugly that he was almost equal to the dark green tablecloth spread on the gaming table.
Anthony couldn't figure it out anyway. He could hit a special card with a probability of only 1%
Is there such a coincidence
"The croupier, I want to apply for a card check." He stared at the gray-haired youth opposite.
A total of fifty-two poker cards are used for gambling in Texas Hold'em. If you collect all the cards in each player's hand and check them one by one, you can easily find out if someone has used cheating techniques such as card swapping.
The dealer in the crimson jacket shook his head, politely raised a hand, and bluntly rejected Anthony's proposal to check the card.
"Sorry, sir, Las Vegas does not accept this method of inspection."
Anthony raised his voice: "That is to say, you are allowed to send out thousands of people?"
The professional smile of the croupier is sweet: "Las Vegas respects the strong. If the player has the ability to use a thousand skills and is not noticed by the staff, this is all within the rules."
The onlookers were in an uproar.
It’s true. When they watched other gaming table games before, they didn’t catch thousands of them. Every penalty was extremely heavy. They also deducted chips, and even temporarily closed the gaming table permissions for a few hours. People are in danger.
But the croupier's attack directly awakened them.
Yes, only those who are caught out of thousands will be punished, what about those who are not caught? Doesn't the winner system personally end up catching a thousand skills
"Damn, this is fine, isn't it possible that everyone can pay a thousand dollars?"
"Thousands are fine, then you have to have the ability not to get caught."
"I don't know if this white-haired C-level is out. These are all A-level gaming tables. The croupier is definitely not far behind. Maybe they are really lucky?"
"Yes, ninety thousand chips! If I had this luck, I would wake up from a dream. Hahahaha, it sounds so funny. Just now, Anthony looked like he was holding the winning ticket. What happened? Hey! My face hurts."
The crowd on the sidelines discussed in a rush, and there was still merciless laughter during the discussion.
Anthony's cheeks intersect with blue and red.
His character was originally irritable, which can be described as a typical one to blow up. Now he suspects that he is being tricked and is even more angry.
The white man threw the Zijin card in his hand fiercely, stood up from the gambling table, and strode forward to the opposite person.
The white-haired young man looked at him with a smile, his light pink eyes bent into a beautiful crescent, which made him irritating to look at.
Blue veins broke out on the back of Anthony's hand, and the tips of his nails were stained with a deep and unclear black.
For some reason, he always had a hunch that the white-haired young man in front of him absolutely used some unknown method.
And he, Anthony, stepped into this trap under the crowd, losing face and being tricked like a donkey.
"You damn liar..."
The man with brown hair and blue eyes stepped forward, his chest burning with fooled anger, as if grabbing the front of the man's shirt.
Zong Jiu noticed his movements and took a step back keenly. A poker card suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and the arc of his mouth became interesting.
"What does this mean, is it possible that you can't afford to lose?"
"Oh—" He stretched his voice.
"It turns out that the second in command of the Night Clan is someone who can't even lose in gambling."
Now, the people next to him were whispering louder and louder.
"Want to use public opinion to force me to submit?"
Anthony sneered, "Then you are very wrong. I don't care about winning or losing, but since you dare to fool me, you have to pay the price of fooling."
The A-class sitting on the sofa raised his forehead: "Anthony has started."
The other B-Class is obviously more than guilty, "He is a guy who insists on the intuition of a beast, and he never accepts it, and he doesn't speak any truth. He is really a barbarian."
Anthony's nickname is Barbarian. If this guy has a temper, he doesn't care if he is unreasonable. As long as he feels there is a problem, he will serve him with his fists, he is anxious and violent, and he will never care about the opinions of others.
If the negotiation breaks down, then you can only do it.
Just when Zong Jiu shrugged, he was about to feel what kind of experience it was like playing against A-level—
Suddenly a cold voice came from the heights.
"Anthony, step back."
This voice is hard and majestic, very directly reminiscent of a general on the battlefield, or some kind of power with iron and blood. The methods are harsh and will never allow other people to disobey.
The man in the black and gold military uniform slowly walked down from the central gambling pool, the red logo No. 2 on his chest was very dazzling. The square-pointed nails made by Lao Yin accompanied the bright military boots with a sound of "boom, bend, bend", and accompanied by the slight swing of the saber hanging from the waist, they beat in the hearts of everyone in a rhythmic manner.
His skin is pale, his face is deep and cold, his gray hair is sharp, and his dark red eyes are proud and sharp. With every step, the heavy gloomy bird of prey on his body seemed to be swept out, very oppressive.
Hearing this voice, the white vampire stiffened his back, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he knelt directly on the ground.
"His Royal Highness."
Anthony's kneeling silenced the audience.
In the past, in the infinite loop, the team and the team could not meet each other, and there was no such superior information dissemination method as the main system live broadcast. Therefore, everyone has heard of the night clan, an organization that stands on top of all survivors.
Except for the news that the core members of their organization are all half-vampires, the most talked about is the strict and terrifying hierarchy within the Night Clan organization.
The survivors in the infinite loop are struggling on the edge of life and death. The more we get to this life-and-death-related situation, the more human beings can evolve hierarchical gaps on their own.
Except for those who can do everything to survive, there are countless sordid trades or methods for survival. But even so, it is extremely rare to have a low-level surrender to a high-level night clan in an infinite loop, and this is the only one.
[My mother... What the hell is this, just kneel down? No, what is the restoration of the royal family? 】
[It turns out that it was said that the horror inside the Ye Clan was real, it’s better to see it after hearing it]
[Actually, it's normal, as long as you have been to the vampire-themed horror copy, you should be able to understand it. Within the blood clan, rank represents everything. From the prince to the duke to the marquis to the earl to the viscount to the baron, the level difference in the middle is insurmountable, and the level is solidified from the first embrace. Since Fan Zhuo is a family member who was transformed by the three-generation prince of the blood family, it is also a four-generation species. In terms of pedigree, he enjoys natural pedigree suppression to the seven or eight generations of Anthony]
[Correct solution upstairs, bloodline suppression is terrible, as long as your bloodline is not as high as other bloodlines, let alone your strength, even your mentality will tend to surrender]
[Fog grass. Psychological surrender, it sounds terrible, and sure enough, what kind of power you have has to pay for it, tusk tusk]
However, even if he knelt down, the man in uniform did not even give the people on the ground a look.
Cold sweat oozes from Anthony's forehead, and he sees the army boots rubbing his shoulders indifferently.
Just after the second round of rating competition yesterday, His Royal Highness once asked him to pay attention to the white-haired C-level. But obviously, it is too difficult for so many horror trainees to find an existence that has some relationship with this newcomer, so Anthony took his own initiative and got up and tried.
Originally, his original intention was to give the newcomer a predicament, by the way, to fulfill the instructions of His Highness. But then Anthony got angry and didn't have time to take care of it. He forgot about it for a while.
What he never expected was that His Highness would actually end up in person!
Regret and anxiety were intertwined in Anthony's heart, and during the period was also mixed with hatred for the white-haired liar.
But now no one cares about his thoughts.
Everyone watched that the man in military uniform walked step by step in front of the white-haired youth.
The opponent is tall, with the unique advantages of Slavic descent in appearance. It is nearly a head taller than Zong Jiu, which is about 1.8 meters. When standing on the opposite side, it is like a shadow, which can easily make people feel oppressed.
Zong Jiu didn't like to look up at people, and didn't like to back up. So he sat back in the chair very calmly, playing cards with one hand and propping his head with the other. His eyes were lazy, and his posture was relaxed and casual.
Obviously, this kind of action caused people around to take a breath.
As everyone knows, no.2 has a cold personality and is unique. In the past, he was the one who killed the gods. He dared to do this in front of him. Zong Jiu was really the first one.
But Zong Jiu not only did this, he also slowly turned the poker on his fingertips around and spoke first, "Your Excellency is here, is it because you want to get justice for your subordinates?"
Everyone was taken aback.
[No, he actually spoke first, he actually spoke first? 】
[Whether or not... I will give this white-haired warrior a piece of incense]
[I don’t think even if justice is found, it’s unlikely to be in full view. No. 2 is also the leader of the night clan at any rate. If you lose a card, you lose a card. Can you still have such a bit of tolerance? 】
[I think what the upstairs said makes sense. 】
Having said that, Zong Jiu's arms hidden under the long sleeves were already taut.
The body of the opponent is precipitating the breath of the sea of blood and corpses. At first glance, he has truly fought on the battlefield. There are countless types of people under him. It is very likely that they have experienced a special copy.
Facing the A-level Anthony, he only needs to seize the opportunity. With Zong Jiu's current hand temporarily strengthening, the outcome of the fight may still be 50-50. But in the face of this man in military uniform, Zong Jiu conservatively estimated that with his current strength, he probably couldn't do three tricks.
To be conservative, Zong Jiu decided not to let the other party grasp the opportunity to speak, it would be better for him to preemptively.
"You have thought about it."
a long time. After the sharp eyes of unknown meaning were slowly scraped from the white-haired young man, the master with dark red pupils said, "I am here to express my apologies for being lax."
There was an uproar.
Anthony, who was still kneeling on the ground, screamed in disbelief: "Your Highness—"
This time Zong Jiu was stunned.
After a while, he put away his playing cards, smiled and clapped, applause echoed in the golden hall.
"Your Excellency deserves to be No. 2, such a heart is awe-inspiring."
The white-haired young man stood up from the gaming table, casually played with the gold card with 90,000 chips at his fingertips, and lowered his eyebrows.
"But I don't like being misunderstood. Since your subordinates questioned me, we might as well start another round to prove our innocence."
The light pink eyes were bent, and they looked at the dark red eyes without shy, and smiled slightly, "What do you think?"
Zong Jiu is betting.
After winning the A-level gambling pool, his next goal is the central gambling table.
Of course, before entering the central gaming table, he had to find a legitimate reason to play against those S-levels. Otherwise, these S-levels are all self-holding identities and would not be willing to bet against him, a small C-level newcomer. Not to mention that he had to find a few leeks to take advantage of, and a lot of them took out some chips from their pockets.
Isn't this, the bully will be sent to the door
In addition, there is one more thing that makes Zong Jiu especially concerned.
He thinks this No.2 called Fan Zhuo looks a little strange in his eyes.
This kind of strangeness is difficult to describe in words, with six points of examination, three points of contemplation, and a point of inexplicability.
If I have to describe it, it's like... knowing him before.
But how is it possible.
Zong Jiu is very sure that he doesn't know each other. Not to mention that he is still a serious book wearer.
So there is only one explanation.
That is when Fan Zhuo knew the original owner.
This guess is actually not impossible. After all, Zong Jiu hadn't even read the first copy of the original text at the beginning, and the original owner received a lunch box shortly after the first copy, and no.2 was not in the copy of the mental hospital at all, let alone met.
Thinking more deeply, with the original owner's extremely public appearance, it shouldn't be an unknown existence in the real world, so maybe the two really knew each other. After all, the main system will block the knowledge about the real world, but it will not block the memory of the interpersonal relationship. If people who know are dragged into an infinite loop, it is simply not a common thing to recognize each other.
While waiting for an answer, Zong Jiu contemplated a thousand times.
The two pairs of pupils looked at each other, and he could clearly see the little complexity hidden behind Leng Li in the pupil of the latter.
After a while, Fan Zhuo nodded slowly and gracefully, "Why not?"
He leaned his upper body slightly, and the double-headed eagle badge on his chest slid down his spread arms and pointed to the central gaming table.
"Yes, I'll bet with you."
At this time, the masses who had not dared to get out of the atmosphere boiled again.
"Does this mean to gamble again?"
"Wait, what's the situation? Isn't Anthony taking another gamble, it's Van Zhuo who is going to gamble with him?"
"Master Fan Zhuo is going to personally drive this white-haired C-Class?"
"My God, this is a no.2 adult..."
Zong Jiu smiled slightly, straightened his back, and walked through the crowds on both sides, looking up at them in awe, like Moses splitting the Red Sea, and went straight to the luxurious gaming table located in the center of the golden Las Vegas/Lobby.
However, the next moment, there was another silence under the dome.
Because in the main seat at the end of the gaming table, there is already a person seated.
The man was wearing a black suit, the white shirt and scarves in front of him were neatly folded, and the roses on his chest were covered with night dew.
His handsome face was cult and sly under the light, and the phantom lingering in the dark under his feet wandered indefinitely.
"Oops."
The demon squinted his eyes, and his dark golden pupils firmly fell on the white-haired youth.
He licked his lips, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened, shuddering like a child found a fresh toy.
"Do you want to play a game? Why not add me."