Opposite the center of the tallest painted dome of the Golden Palace is the highly anticipated central gaming table.
The eyes of the whole Las Vegas were focused on the screen facing the central gaming table, as did the audience in the off-site live broadcast room.
The exclamation sound, the air-conditioning sound, the muttering... one after another, endlessly.
[My God, it's that lord! 】
[Ahhhhh, I’m already incoherent, I only know that moving Shu’s hands are crazy to take screenshots]
[Just cut out and took a look at the forum, the forums have all been blown up, rushed to the live broadcast room, oooooo, fortunately to catch up]
This is the first time all survivors have seen this adult in such a close place.
no.1, devil.
No one knows his real name, the only thing everyone knows is this code name that is already in the infinite loop.
How terrible he is, no one dared to make an accurate conclusion, because as long as the rumors involving the two words "demon" were all legendary, so that they could climb to the supreme altar and only make people look up.
Few people have actually seen him, and everything exists only by word of mouth.
The only thing left for the survivors is their unshakable scores in the horror dungeon, as well as the mode of action that never distinguishes the enemy and ourselves, and the mysterious track whereabouts. Everything was hidden in the gray mist, with indescribable fear.
In the extreme environment of infinite loops, where all members are strong, countless people stepped forward, worshiping him as their god, the creator of the new era, and following him fanatically. This kind of deformed worship and Mu Qiang even made these followers become an existence similar to a cult organization. Willing to give his life for it.
But it is clear that all this is a spontaneous organization. As the no.1 devil himself, he has never expressed his opinion on this.
Also, his existence at this level does not need to create his own power or attract followers like other people.
No need, let alone disdain.
But precisely because of this, the attitude of such indifference and contempt for everyone like an ant made the followers more and more enthusiastic.
The man sat in the spotlight, with half-length black hair tied behind his head with a scarlet hair band, sliding down the shoulder of the suit diagonally.
An extremely contradictory cold breath precipitated on his body, walking a tightrope like a tightrope walk between the boundaries of elegance and madness, like a black hole in the universe that can annihilate the light, easily grabbing the sight of others and sinking into the deep and melancholy evil thoughts.
Full of danger, extreme, and amazing personality charm.
The young man stood behind Fan Zhuo, raised his eyes through the black and gold epaulettes of his military uniform, and happened to look at him.
Facing those dark golden eyes hidden under the black hair, like some kind of cold-blooded animal, Zong Jiu felt uneasy.
This time, he took the lead to look away.
The trembling that I felt during the second grade rating once again climbed from Zongjiu's tail to his spine, wrapped in sticky malice, which is hard to ignore.
Zong Jiu felt that he seemed to have grasped a flash of inspiration that he could not grasp last time.
Looking up at this line of sight, Zong Jiu has only felt it in one person.
Fan Zhuo frowned.
"Since it is a public gaming table, players are of course free to participate, please, please."
"You can't say that."
The devil smiled, "Since I am the dealer who decides how to play, I should naturally decide the bargaining chip for the unlimited bet."
Is this trying to give him a slap in the face again
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Although he now holds a huge sum of 90,000 chips in his hand, to be honest, the 90,000 chips are placed in front of the S-class central gaming table, which is really not enough.
Everyone thinks that this adult is going to give the white-haired C-level trainee a smash.
But what no one expected was that the devil lazily raised his hand, motioning to the purple-clothed dealer standing behind him to explain with everyone.
The dealer bowed respectfully to the back of the chair and spoke slowly.
"According to the adults, the way the game is expanded is still Texas Hold'em, and the initial bet is 50,000 chips."
Fifty thousand chips? !
This is not a very high category. Not to mention the S-level, if you really want to, the A-level trainees can barely squeeze.
Just as everyone was gearing up, eager to try, and intending to make an impression in front of this adult, the purple-clothed dealer announced the second rule with a smile.
"There are three rounds of raises, and the amount of each raise is not limited, but it must be higher than the previous one. Except for folds on the spot, players must raise each round. If the raise fails, it will automatically be considered To give up the gambling game."
Everyone was in an uproar, and the barrage was full of discussions.
[The first bet of 50,000 chips may not be high for advanced trainees, but the latter rule that must be raised is a bit scary. Forget one round, and three rounds... trembling. jpg]
[Indeed, if it is an ordinary A-level with only about 50,000 or 60 thousand chips, it is very likely that there will be no chips to raise after the first round. After all, the raise must be higher than the previous one... ... If there is a big boss in the middle who can double the raise, wouldn't you have to fold even if you get a good hole and don't have enough chips to call? 】
[Yeah... And this kind of fold is really frustrating, and you have to leave a full 50,000 antes in the gambling pool. Although you can get the opportunity to be at the same table with that adult, the risk is real. Too big, the gain is not worth the loss]
[Oh, what you said is correct. But this is the lord! The same gaming table! Don’t say anything else, if I really have this ability, it’s okay to spend 50,000 chips to make an impression on adults]
Barrage of facts that low-level survivors can figure out, how could the trainees watching in Las Vegas fail to see it.
That's the case, there are still countless admirers who want to be on the central gaming table.
After the purple croupier announced the rules, countless senior trainees raised their hands to indicate that they would also participate in the central gaming table.
Even S-class people came to join in the fun.
no.5 A hearty laugh came from not far away: "I and the old ghost have just left for a while and it's so lively here? Let's talk about it first, and the position is counted as me two."
The black Azan who was following him folded his arms, and Yu Guang frowned when he scanned the Messiah at the gaming table. He still didn't refute the exorcist's words.
On the other side, among the countless A-level trainees, they began to arrange them according to the number of chips and decide the places to board the central gaming table.
In the end, ten people sat at the central gaming table.
no.1 Demon, no.2 Fanzhuo, no.4 Black Azan, no.5 Exorcist, no.7 Messiah, no.10 Onmyoji.
In addition to these S-level bosses who can make people shake three times by mentioning their names, there are also three A-levels who follow the theme closely, plus Zong Jiu, the C-level who is chaotic, and the central gaming table is just right. Get ten players together.
The waiters in black and white tuxedos followed behind the ten players, holding champagne and towels in their hands, opening their seats, and serving them meticulously.
At this point, the development of the situation has completely transcended Zong Jiu's control.
If no.1 is determined not to let Zong Jiu go to the central gaming table, just open a chip of two or three hundred thousand.
But no.1 did not happen, he only let the purple croupier throw out a revised rule.
The problem that Zong Jiu needs to worry about most now is not whether he can make a smooth move on the central gaming table, but whether he has enough chips.
He doesn't worry about his skills, or he has confidence and methods. The rules set by the other party seem to be unremarkable, and the threshold is no more than 50,000. In fact, when you think about it carefully, the chips you need are definitely more terrifying than the initial requirement of two or three hundred thousand antes, and it's almost a bottomless hole!
If Zong Jiu does not have enough chips to survive three rounds of raises, even if he has a royal flush in his hand, he can only be forced to fold.
What's more, Zong Jiu has just collected the leeks at the A-level gaming table. If he can't enter the central gaming table now, he can only retreat and temporarily return to the A-level area.
But because Zong Jiu's previous wave of cutting leeks was too exaggerated, there will definitely not be A-level trainees willing to make big bets with him for a while. The 90,000 chips is far less than Zong Jiu's goal of entering Las Vegas this time.
Thinking of this, Zong Jiu suddenly found a problem.
He felt that this no.1 seemed to be a bit offensive to him by nature.
In the last grade evaluation, the opponent looked at him condescendingly with an interesting look, but it was a coincidence that it was unlucky this time.
This time, Zong Jiu finally caught Fan Zhuo’s head fish through the dark line of Anthony. He had a legitimate reason to enter the central gaming table. As a result, this no.1 suddenly jumped out and directly disrupted his plan. .
At this time, I have to think of Zhuge's "old enemy theory" secretly.
He looked down at the "Joker" exposed by his cuffs, and his light pink pupils were coated with a dark light.
Unfortunately, everything is still the same as Zong Jiu said to Zhuge at that time.
Magicians never believe in fate.
Just when everyone was seated, the young man suddenly got up from the gaming table.
His thin shirt was glowing white under the light, his cuffs turned up to the elbow position, his fingers were as long as jade, his white hair was pouring down, and his delicate skin was lightly colored in the warm light.
There is no doubt that at this moment when the gambling is about to start, everyone has focused their attention because of his sudden movement.
"Sorry, let me go to the bathroom."
Zong Jiu picked up the purple gold card on the table, nodded to the others, and walked along the descending stairs to the bathroom without looking back.
When the people standing by the central gambling pool watched this, they began to talk quietly with each other.
"Sitting at the same gambling table with so many big people, this C-level shouldn't be a little bit embarrassed."
"That is, the physiological needs have been suspended during the game. Even if you don't eat or go to the toilet, you can use the toilet at this time. Maybe you want to urinate."
"Oh, it's actually normal. Think about the people at the Central Gaming Table. He is only a C-rank. He just won 90,000 chips, maybe it's lucky. But now look at the Central Gaming Table. The situation doesn’t seem to be solved by luck. If those S-class bosses are in a good mood and raise their raise to hundreds of thousands, wouldn’t the 90,000 they just won have been lost? Let me see. , It’s better to see your position early, stop the loss in time, and retreat bravely."
"It's the truth, it depends on whether he can recognize the facts."
... ...
In the noisy discussion, Zong Jiu mian walked into the bathroom unchanged.
Aphrodite made of pure gold, wearing a long scarf, and flowing red wine in his lowered arms, meanders in the wine pool, making a ticking sound.
All the decorations in Las Vegas are intoxicating gold, and even the bathrooms that are hardly used are in warm colors, luxurious and luxurious, and everything is beautiful.
The white-haired young man walked to the mirror on the sink, took a cup of cold water with his hand, and slowly washed his face.
The icy water drop rolled over his high brow bone, followed the arc of the high nose bridge and plunged into the lower jaw.
Zong Jiu pulled the ironed towel on the countertop, wiped his face, and spoke abruptly.
"Didn't it mean that I will wait for me to find you the next time I meet?"
He wiped the drops of water from the end of his eyes and looked up at the dark-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms folded in the mirror.
Zhuge did not speak secretly, but looked at him very plainly, with thoughts in his eyes.
"Why don't you speak?"
Zong Jiu threw the towel into the towel basket and waved his hand, "I guess... this time you came to the door, is it possible that you came to give me a bargaining chip?"
Zhuge squinted his eyes secretly, and finally spoke.
He did not respond to Zong Jiu's temptation, instead he opened a different topic.
"Do you know... why everyone is so afraid of no.1?"
He really didn't know this. Since someone sent the information to the door, of course they would not listen to it.
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and put on a posture that he would like to hear the details.
High-level trainees basically have their own stunts to become famous.
Like the fearless ghost raising skills like Azan in black, the natural spells of shamans, the holy water of exorcists, and so on.
In addition to the people of these specific mysterious professions, there are also existences that rely solely on certain special physiques obtained from the horror copy to become famous, such as the semi-vampire Vatican no.2, and the top spiritual media quality of no.9.
In addition to the above, there is a very rare ability. For example, no.6 who can manipulate the water element, a certain A-level trainee with item tracking skills.
Compared with the other two items above, those with abilities are more flexible, have a higher upper limit of strength, and are so few that they are often ignored.
The demon of no.1 is such a capable person.
"Manipulation, his ability is manipulation." Zhuge said secretly.
"Puppeteer, puppeteer, puppeteer, threader, shadow puppeteer... These are the best overviews of no.1 abilities."
"He can manipulate others unconsciously through the silk thread."
The black-haired man spread out his wide palms, revealing a five.
"The devil has five puppet threads, which represent reading, subconsciousness, action, mind, and soul invading. Each implantation requires certain preconditions. Once the five puppet threads are implanted at the same time, they will be implanted. Those who enter the puppet silk will lose their self-awareness and will directly turn into a walking corpse and string puppet under the hand of the devil."
"The existence he manipulated with silk thread may be an npc, an ordinary person, or even any trainee around him. The most frightening thing is that his manipulation will leave no traces and cannot be detected. Anyone can be caught. He manipulates, and the person implanted with the puppet silk will not feel it, from one to five, anytime, anywhere, ignorant."
"—He is everywhere."