25. Chapter 25
The white-haired young man walked straight to the central gambling pool.
[This white-haired guy is quite fierce, he walked straight to the gambling table with 10,000 chips]
[He only has 11,500 chips in his hand, if he loses on the gambling table with 10,000 chips, he will be in trouble]
[Awesome, courageous, I am optimistic about this spirited young man! ]
The barrage was full of discussions, and the trainees standing near the central gambling pool also looked over.
If you want to open a bet at the A-level gambling table, you must have at least 10,000 chips.
To convert it, one life is only 5,000 chips, and a B-level prop is only 5,000. If you want to play a game here, you need at least two props or two lives, which is so expensive that it is shocking. As the barrage said, losing in this kind of gambling game is really fatal.
The players who can open a bet in the central gambling pool are all above A-level, without exception. The occasional scattered players of other levels were also players of level 3. They stood far away and watched, rarely coming forward.
Undoubtedly, the white-haired young man who came against the flow of people once again became the focus.
Because of the direction he was walking, because of the green C-level on his chest, and because of his unforgettable appearance.
"Interesting, do you want to start gambling at the A-level gambling table?"
An A-level trainee looked at the scene coldly, "Speaking of which, I just heard that this C-level directly paid for his life at the front desk, and was appreciated by the instructor, who gave him 5,000 chips for nothing."
"Paid for his life? This newcomer is quite courageous."
Another A-level smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, he should be the most outstanding one among the newcomers who came in this year."
"That's right, how can the S-level evaluation of the main system be so easy to get? Even we..."
The A-level who was sitting aside and listening to their conversation suddenly stood up from the sofa, "I'll go meet him."
The white man with brown hair and blue eyes stood up and walked to the gambling table. The trainees who blocked his way all made way for him.
After he left, the other two A-levels on the sofa looked at each other.
"Why is Anthony so active today? Isn't he usually by His Highness's side?"
A-level shrugged, "His Highness seemed to be somewhat interested in this C-level before, and he specifically ordered someone to check before returning to the dormitory. As His Highness's only loyal dog now, it would be strange if Anthony didn't go up."
Indeed, it was not difficult to understand why Anthony was eager to go up and show his loyalty when His Highness lost another powerful arm, Vincent.
The A-level snorted and laughed, and no longer responded, but watched leisurely from the sidelines, intending to watch a good show.
There were countless people who had the same idea as him.
Zong Jiu walked into the central gambling pool with a brisk pace.
The central gambling pool was extremely luxuriously decorated. Because the chips required to open the hand were high, there were only a few gambling tables scattered around, and each was very far away from the other. The empty space in the middle was gradually interspersed with luxurious sofas, fruit snack towers and champagne lounges, unlike the E-level area, which was dotted with stars.
In addition to these gambling tables that require 10,000 chips to start, there is another gambling table that is even more eye-catching.
It is surrounded by all the gambling tables in the casino in the center, like a moon surrounded by a crowd. The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome above the gambling table is almost several stories high, reflecting soft colorful light.
Countless panoramic cameras are aimed at this gambling table. Whether it is the audience in the infinite loop of barrage or the thriller trainees in the Las Vegas casino, they can see the situation on this gambling table in the live broadcast room or on the screen inside the casino.
It is the famous unlimited bet gambling table.
On the gambling table in the center, the chips required to start the game are all determined by the first dealer, and the maximum bet has no upper limit. It can be said that one game makes you rich, or one game loses your underwear.
The battle situation of the central gambling table can be seen from any area in Las Vegas, so few trainees dare to go up and disturb it.
Zong Jiu's sight briefly stopped at the center.
The seven people around the central gambling table, without exception, are all S-level at the top of the trainees.
They have now raised the stakes to the reserve price of 50,000 chips in this round, and the battle is so fierce that it is jaw-dropping.
When Zong Jiu looked over, the black-haired man who put the cards on the table looked up as if he had noticed something.
Facing the gaze of the white-haired young man, his narrow black eyes slowly narrowed and he nodded to him imperceptibly.
Zong Jiu: "..."
He always felt that Zhuge An's fake smile was quite metaphorical, and even made him feel a little flattered and frightened.
Thinking of his own behavior of taking the opportunity to put the blame on someone in the mental hospital copy, it was probably not a good phenomenon.
The white-haired young man also returned a polite smile, his eyes swept across the golden-haired saint next to Zhuge An, and fell back to the A-level gambling table below.
What he didn't notice was that another dark gray-haired man happened to raise his eyes at this time, and his dark red pupils swept over thoughtfully.
Being shut out of the casino for so long, even though his hands have recovered to a better state than their peak, Zong Jiu still has some unfamiliarity with his hands. Fortunately, although he seemed to be relaxed just now, his fingers never stopped moving, which was a rare chance for him to regain his touch.
His goal this time was very clear. Whether it was to risk his life or to carefully test, and then go directly to the gambling pool in the center... Behind the seemingly reckless and impulsive actions, there was absolute confidence in his own strength.
After winning a hand at the table with 10,000 chips, Zong Jiu planned to go directly to the unlimited betting table to play a big hand, preferably when everyone was off guard and made a lot of money.
The waiter in a black and white tuxedo guarding the gambling pool confirmed with him: "The minimum entry to the A-level gambling table is 10,000 chips."
Zong Jiu raised the purple gold card in his hand and walked to the gambling table under the guidance of the waiter.
Unlike the ordinary dealers in white shirts and black vests at the low-level gambling tables, the dealers at the high-level gambling tables wear more formal uniforms, dark red skirt suits, and neatly folded silk scarves. The only thing that is the same is the stiff smile.
The trainees in the central gambling pool did not show it on their faces, but they were actually paying attention to the entry of the white-haired young man.
When Zong Jiu sat down, there were already five other players at the gambling table.
They leaned on the back of their chairs, with obvious arrogance on their faces, glancing at him, a C-level who sat among the A-levels.
The abnormally white white man knocked on the table: "Why let a C-level in? Our table has just raised the bet to 20,000 chips."
"If I guess correctly--"
Anthony's pair of dark red green eyes looked over, without any hostility towards himself.
"He only has 10,000 chips in his hand, so he doesn't even have the qualifications to play at our gambling table, right?"
The waiter following the white-haired young man hurriedly whispered, "Sorry, sir, this table is playing blackjack. The dealer has just raised the chips to 20,000. Would you like to go to another gambling table to start the game, or continue to exchange chips temporarily with me?"
The central gambling pool is equivalent to the VIP area of the entire Las Vegas. Each player here will be assigned a dedicated waiter when entering, just to ensure that each player can exchange chips in time when they do not have enough chips. This can save the time of queuing at the front desk to exchange, and start the game quickly.
Good guy, it seems that he wants to give him a blow.
Looking at the eyes of the people who came from all directions to bet and watch the show, Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
If he must have chips, he can also temporarily mortgage his S-level props. Anyway, as long as he gets more chips than before before the casino closes, the props will not be taken away.
He turned his back and talked to the waiter in a low voice.
[It seems that these A-level bosses are determined to give the newcomers a head start]
[It's normal, actually. Think about it, there were less than ten trainees in the entire A-level yesterday who got a single S-level evaluation. It's normal for an E-level to suddenly get an S-level in the main system. They want to kill him, right?]
[Normal? They really went too far. If they lose, they will just die.]
[Get used to it. This is the old rule of Infinite Loop. It used to be okay to rarely meet in dungeons, but now everyone is participating in talent shows. In other words, everyone is a competitor. If a rival really rises, it's the most normal behavior to strangle him in the cradle.]
[That's right, survivors are not doing charity. This is a competition full of competition and everyone is an enemy. The person upstairs is obviously a newcomer who has just entered Infinite Loop. Your life is in the hands of the main system. Do you still expect others to be fair to you? Have you ever seen the capitalists talk about fairness when they squeezed you?]
Infinite Loop has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, cruel to the weak, and fanatical about the strong. If you don't show enough strength, no one will ever look up to you.
The people at the gambling table watched coldly.
Everyone was watching the joke here, and no one would open a gambling table with 10,000 chips. This C-level must either find a way to get 20,000 chips or leave in disgrace.
Perhaps because he felt that this show of power was not enough, another B-level standing by and watching suddenly spoke up.
"Not enough chips?"
His obscene eyes slowly swept across the pretty face of the white-haired young man, "If you are willing to let everyone play together, it's not impossible for everyone to help you get the chips."
The people watching at the gambling table laughed.
"How is it? Not bad, isn't it? 10,000 chips are equivalent to two lives."
"Don't say it's not bad, the most expensive top card can't enjoy this price."
Although the sallow-faced B-level spoke at Anthony's suggestion, his eyes on the young man became more presumptuous.
At this moment, the waiter turned around and respectfully pulled open the stool in front of the gambling table for Zong Jiu.
The white-haired young man threw the purple gold card in front of the dealer. The card drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in front of the dealer. The electronic frame that appeared showed that there was 30,000 left in the card.
30,000!
The onlookers were all shocked and showed an expression of disbelief.
Just now, the white-haired man's chips were only over 10,000. How could it be possible that it soared to 30,000 in just a few minutes? !
The B-level who had just spoken rudely was even more unbelievable. He looked at the white-haired young man and whispered to the waiter behind him.
I don't know what Zong Jiu said to the waiter. Anyway, after the conversation, the young man curled his mouth and moved his elbow slightly.
The next moment, something that was difficult to capture with the naked eye came at lightning speed, like an arrow cutting through the cold air and piercing through the space.
"Ah——"
B-level screamed, knelt down on the ground, and covered the aorta on his neck.
The blood flowing from his fingers was surging wildly, and he couldn't even cover it up, and it was about to spray into a stream.
Behind him, the blood stained with the murder weapon was quietly lying on the carpet.
The clown on the joker grinned, and the bright red at the corners of his lips blended with the blood on the edge of the cards, adding a bit of weirdness. It also made the corners of the mouth of the man who manipulated the puppet silk in the endless dark space widen.
Everyone was shocked by this scene.
As we all know, although the main system did not say it, there is definitely a severe punishment for openly hurting people in Las Vegas.
The waiter standing behind Zong Jiu also spoke at this time: "According to the rules, intentional injury is not allowed in Las Vegas. The trainee has been deducted 10,000 chips as a punishment."
The 30,000 on the card suddenly decreased by 10,000, and the remaining 20,000 was frozen by the dealer as the entrance fee for this game.
"I hope every owner can tie up his barking dog."
The young man's cold voice slowly sounded: "Ten thousand chips to buy a dog's life is really expensive."
"I'm not willing to dirty my hands every time."