Chapter 32: Las Vegas (2/2)
[Wait, doesn't he count all the people at the gaming table? Didn't he even think about who he was facing...]
As soon as this sentence came out, the barrage was quiet.
Compared with the discussion in the live room, the casino has long been silent.
Everyone understood the meaning of Zong Jiu's series of actions just now.
First, I called on everyone, Allin, and then tried to turn over his hole cards first. Everyone was wondering why he didn't change his color and heartbeat in front of the big guys.
After playing this game, it is no wonder that people are calm and confident, because they have long been confident.
If Zongjiu honestly waited until the third round to open the cards, then no one would say that he was not.
Although it's normal for Allin to have fun, but he did so many tricks. Because his C-rank boss didn't put him in his eyes, he dug a hole and led everyone to jump down one by one.
This is a bright calculation, it is a scheming plan.
But no one knows whether this bold move will arouse the displeasure of this adult.
Together with the other S-level and A-levels on a gaming table, all eyebrows are frowned.
However, Zong Jiu, who was in the vortex of the entire storm, was calm, and even in the mood to order a cup of tequila to the waiter.
A thousand is not ashamed, whoever flops will be ashamed.
Anyway, he also gambled, and the cards were turned over. All the preparatory work he could do was considered exhaustive.
What the final result is, whether one pits the devil off the horse and splits the bonus evenly, or gets pitted, can only be handed over to Tianding.
Zong Jiu guessed that the main system at this time had already regarded the news that he knew the identity of the mentor as a surprise to inform the devil.
Although Zong Jiu didn't know who the mentor was, the tarot card told him that the devil was either the mentor himself, or the demon used some unknown method to control the original mentor.
The most important thing is that this news is judged by the main system that it cannot be disclosed arbitrarily, or that the time is not yet at the point where it can be disclosed. Otherwise, why didn't the devil simply sit on the mentor seat, and have to work hard to get off the court and be the black hand behind the scenes.
Everyone was silent, waiting for a result.
Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the person in the first seat still did not move.
The man still sat on the scarlet chair in an elegant and dangerous posture, his half-length black hair pigtail slipped from his shoulders. He lowered his gaze slightly, and casually landed on the two hole cards in front of him.
The pattern dimmed in the light.
Basically no one knows, these two cards are exactly the same as the two opened just now.
The devil crossed his hands in white gloves, and slowly rubbed it, as if he had fallen into some unconscious contemplation.
Light and shadow spread from the top of his head, white wings fell on the bright side, and unknown shadows on the dark side.
Just when everyone thought something was wrong, the devil suddenly laughed lowly.
”Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--”
The laughter grew louder and louder, turning from low to high, and finally to sharp, which was terrifying.
All of you here have a chill in their backs.
He stood up from the top high, his black leather shoes stepped on the reflection of the crystal chandelier with his teeth and claws, and he closed his eyes and laughed like no one beside him. It is like the Gotham Joker who is full of Whysoserious in the legendary association with sin and darkness; and like the red-haired, mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, immersed in his own world.
Anyone with a discerning eye can hear that this is not a sneer or sarcasm, but a real smile.
That is joy from the heart.
Obviously, no one here knows why he laughed so happily. But there is no doubt that while this scene makes people's spine chill, it is also full of indescribable weird charms.
The dealer in Ziyi softly reminded: ”My lord, you can't leave your seat for a long time during the gambling game.”
After the hole cards are dealt three rounds of raises until the result of the game is reached, it is absolutely forbidden to leave the table in the middle. If the player insists on leaving for more than three minutes, the main system will fold the card.
Obviously, three minutes have passed now, and unfortunately, because the community cards are all drawn, there is no way to fold now.
Soon, the cold broadcast sound of the main system sounded [no.1 waiver of gambling qualification].
No one thought that in the absence of a fold option, no.1 would choose to abandon the gambling game directly.
This means that he will not be able to get all the chips spent in this game.
However, the devil seemed ignorant of this.
His dark golden eyes stared at the white-haired young man standing there, and suddenly took a step forward.
The leather shoes stepped on the soft golden-red carpet, with elongated shadows, and each step made the darkness even closer.
This process seems to have become very long, very long. It grows to almost half a century. It is extremely oppressive, dangerous, and the illusion of walking on the edge of death.
He crossed the boundary that symbolized danger for strangers, and narrowed their distance to just one arm away.
However, Zong Jiu stood in place like an unrelated person, did not take a step back, and even raised a polite smile.
Oh shit.
Zong Jiu still cursed secretly.
Do all the people in the infinite loop use survival points for their height gains? How come all of them are so much taller than him?
He thought that he was a good one-meter-eight, but he didn't expect to be overlooked by two people after entering, which was really uncomfortable.
After the two looked at each other for a while, the demon made a move that no one had expected.
He suddenly pulled out the budding red rose from his chest.
There was a sound of air-conditioning one after another.
This is the legendary adult!
The distance between the two people is very close, so close that Zong Jiu can see the crystal dew stained on the scarlet petals, and see the sticky malice wrapped in the pupils of the opposite eyes, as if to pull him into it. The quagmire, trapped in a dark golden prison for immortality.
No one knows the meaning of pulling out the rose, but everyone knows that the red rose is almost one of the iconic objects of the devil.
Is it possible that this white-haired C-level is talented and expresses his appreciation?
Ha ha.
If the opponent didn't have that chilling sharp killing intent, Zong Jiu would almost believe it.
In fact, he is now shrouded in the shadow of the opponent's tall body, his muscles are tight.
Seeing the white-haired young man's wary eyes like a blasted cat, the devil smiled again.
He lowered his voice and sent the red rose over. His voice was hoarse and sultry, like a lover's whisper.
”I like you very much.”