Chapter 33: Las Vegas (1/2)
This is a shining plan.
If someone else yelled Allin, maybe the person at the table wouldn't follow that. But Zong Jiu is just a C-level trainee, and another one of the predecessors shouted sweetly, and put himself respectfully in the position of the younger generation. When he said it, it would not be equivalent to smashing.
The younger generations have followed, and if the older generations don’t keep up, wouldn’t that be embarrassing.
But even so, no one thought that No.1 would choose to abandon the game so straightforwardly. Just as everyone did not expect, this C-level actually did not show any timidity in facing so many S-level occasions, and even set up a game secretly.
Just when everyone thought this adult was going to teach him a lesson for the white-haired C-class, the scene before him shocked everyone again.
Under the golden dome, two figures, one black and one white, were facing each other at the gaming table.
The devil in a black suit propped one hand on the gaming table, with an unexplained smile on his face, leaning slightly, and even the surrounding atmosphere contained a certain unspoken cramped atmosphere, shrouded in the shadows, dangerous and charming .
From the outside, the man is more like a well-dressed and elegant professor with a heavy scroll atmosphere. It is a pity that the death and madness of his gestures betrayed him.
no.1 This move, let alone facing a C-level rookie. Even for the well-known old people, for those trainees who are ranked A, it is a great honor and gift that you can't even think about.
The more desperate the environment, the more it can create such a distorted extreme fanatical cult of personality, and the more people will hope to draw spiritual power from their beliefs.
And now, this scene is the best representative.
The sight of countless people almost burned Zong Jiu's back through.
The wrist under the white glove is skinny and full of explosive power, making this bunch of red roses more vivid.
Opposite the rose, the white-haired young man had a tall back, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his eyes darkened.
Now this look falls in the eyes of others, just like the appreciation from the predecessors, giving encouragement and support to the younger generations.
Only Zong Jiu knew what a dangerous situation he was in now.
The high shadow cast down, mixed with malice that was so heavy that it made people breathless, Senhan's murderous aura was like a sharp blade, straight into the skull along the forehead, making the scalp numb.
Only for one person, just shroud him in that circle, and feel this indescribable extreme pressure.
Zong Jiu still didn't move, he didn't even bother to move his eyes.
No matter how terrifying the opposite person's killing intent was, his expression didn't seem to be turbulent.
Of course, exclude his already tight muscles and natural body reactions when facing extreme danger.
The man chuckled, ”It's really interesting. I thought it was just two identical hole cards. I didn't expect you to have such a surprise in your hand.”
”I kind of believe that prophecy.”
No.1's voice is deep and soft, like a bow on the bass strings of a cello: ”It's been so long, and you are the first to threaten me.”
Not only the first one, but the one that excites him the most, making the cold blood boil.
Like a child found a new toy, the dark golden pupils of the devil were full of interest. All the boredom and lack of interest in facing this game were wiped out, and they became eager to try.
Zong Jiu still didn't speak. But he felt the subtext of the other party, ‘Kill you on the spot if you don’t take the rose’.
In full view, he finally reached out a hand with stiff joints and barely accepted the red rose.
The murderous spirit was swept away.
The man smiled with satisfaction.
Even if there is no killing intent and evil thoughts, when confronting this person, he can still feel the indescribable and terrible pressure, and even the air is constricted, strangling the person's throat and spinal cord.
The body was using all stress responses to tell him how terrifying the person in front of him was.
Zong Jiu's eyes trembled.
It was not because of fear, in fact, he had never experienced the emotion of fear.
The white-haired youth was also excited, unconsciously excited. Because the game meets the opponent, the strong enemy at first glance. It is also because of the tremor and pleasure/sensation gained from walking on the edge of death.
”Today these will be the first meeting ceremony.”
The devil looked at him with a smile, but his eyes fell on Zong Jiu's hand.
Zong Jiu realized that under the pressure of just now, his fingers were already extremely cold.
Because of his high concentration, he didn't notice the sharp thorns on the stem of the rose at all.
The vine thorn easily pierced his finger, which was white because of the force.
Scarlet blood snaked down from the hideous wound that even the owner hadn’t noticed, and slowly flowed along the raised cyan blood vessels on the pale skin, drawing a vine-like creepy picture, more brilliant than the color of petals. With visual conflict.
The man took a step forward, condescendingly nodded the finger of the white-haired young man, and then fluttered away like a feather.
The spotless white gloves were stained with a shocking blood, and slowly fainted towards the surroundings.
The devil squinted his eyes and slowly took off his gloves, then suddenly lowered his head to whisper in his ear.
A few strands of black hair fell to the shoulders of the white hair, abruptly.
”I look forward to more surprises from you in the future.”
On the fingertips touched by the gloves, the skin is smooth and even.
The wound was completely gone.
......
After no.1 left, the whole Las Vegas was boiling.
Unlike before, what fell on the white-haired young man this time was the tens of thousands of scorching eyes.
I don't know what moves No.1 moved, and only they heard each other in the conversation behind them.
That's why the whole process fell in the eyes of other people, and it was the adult who personally gave his marker to the white-haired newcomer. The newcomer was too excited to hold the bouquet and cut his finger, and the devil treated him with respect and nobility, fully expressing his appreciation for it.
”What did that mean just now, that adult admires this newcomer so much...”
People talk in whispers. The ardent admirer did not conceal his acidity at all, ”It's just a C-level, why do you get the eyes of an adult?”
”But for C-level waste, how can He De let the adults look at him?”
”That's right, he did so much before, and he was both fighting the landlord and playing cards. It turned out to be this idea.”
”Think about it carefully. If you can take this opportunity to make an impression in front of that adult, even if it just leaks a little bit from your fingers, you will definitely have nothing to worry about in the future.”
The original position of Xian Zong Jiu in the eyes of the old people is just a newcomer who has a strong momentum and needs to beat and beat. Now that after no.1, there are so many followers who regard him as a thorn in the eye.
No one knows when the demon became a legend. There is no doubt that when any infinite loop of survivors knows the beginning of him, he is already in an unreachable position on the top of the cloud.
Over the years, he has been so lofty, cruel and ruthless, and has never shown any interest in anyone with the word ”friendly”.
But now, it was broken because of a small C-level trainee.
In the eyes of those who worship him as a god, this is tantamount to breaking boundaries. No one would want the gods to step down from the altar, and gods can't make mistakes, so all the hatred caused by jealousy was transferred to Zong Jiu.