31. Chapter 31

After Zong Jiu put out 100,000 chips, the whole casino was quiet for a moment.

The bets continued to be postponed, jumping from the white-haired young man to the next No. 10, and soon another round was over.

At this time, the dealer also cleared the chips.

As of the second round of betting, the chips on the entire central gambling table have reached 600,000, and the onlookers are all dumbfounded.

[The third round of betting is coming soon, and I don’t know who will get this prize pool]

[To be honest, I think this is really too big... But it’s really nervous and exciting]

[Blindly guess that a No. 1 will sweep the whole venue. In fact, I don’t think there is any need to watch it. There is no suspense at all]

[Don’t discuss this first. I want to know why this C-level went to the bathroom and he came out with 100,000 chips. I’m confused.jpg]

Not only the barrage, but the trainees are also discussing this issue.

"Just now, there were only 90,000 chips on the A-level gambling table?"

"Yes, I remember this too, so how did he get these 100,000 chips?"

"Could it be that he has not exchanged for some props?"

"What are you thinking? How could he be a newcomer... I am more inclined to think that some big guy helped him."

While discussing, these people continued to watch the battle situation at the central gambling table.

Zong Jiu sat upright, staring at his two cards with his eyes down.

Originally, he was just guessing, but now seeing the devil on the opposite side smiling with ill intentions, he knew that cheating and crashing were probably a foregone conclusion.

This... As the saying goes, whoever is ugly will be embarrassed if they wear the same clothes, and if they are cheated, it must be the one who has no backing who will be embarrassed.

Zong Jiu knew this very well. If it was a battle of backing, he would definitely not be able to beat the devil on the opposite side.

This person also has an identity sitting in the mentor seat, and there is a natural gap in status and position between him and players like them, and it is estimated that he has a close relationship with the main system.

As for why Zong Jiu knew, it was of course the almighty divination!

When he was divination in the bathroom, Zong Jiu silently recited three questions in his mind.

Question 1: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu in the mental hospital and No. 1?

Result: Devil, upright.

Question 2: What is the relationship between F-level trainee Sheng Yu and No. 1?

Result: Devil, upright.

Question 3: What is the relationship between the mentor of the horror trainee and No. 1?

Result: Devil, upright.

In Tarot divination, the interpretation of this card will be completely different whether the card is upright or reversed.

But the problem is that Zong Jiu did not draw a reversed card once. He drew the same card three times. Combined with the news that Zhuge An told him before, these three were easily picked out by him from the legendary demon vest that no one could recognize.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man's scattered eyes suddenly turned and suddenly fixed on one point.

Just behind the central gambling table, a slender black shadow was leaning against the wall and looking over. His body was indifferent, which was out of place in this large casino full of extravagance.

Zong Jiu looked at Zhuge An and looked at him. His eyes paused for two seconds and then moved away quietly.

He felt that this guy was definitely here to watch the show.

At this moment, the dealer turned over the last public card.

Clubs 5.

In fact, it didn't matter whether this card appeared or not, because there were already three spades in the public cards, which could make a royal flush.

The purple-clothed dealer smiled and said, "All the public cards have been opened. After the five-minute break, the last round of betting will begin."

Everyone at the gambling table looked at the five public cards with different expressions.

The five-minute break was also a short time for thinking.

Fan Zhuo crossed his hands and his eyes were sharp.

The exorcist was chatting with the black-clad Azan in a casual manner. Neither of them was talking about the gambling game, and it seemed that they didn't take the gambling game seriously.

The Messiah was still sitting there with a gentle smile, as if he was illuminated by holy light.

The Yin-Yang Master rubbed his hands nervously, and looked up at the others from time to time, with an awkward posture.

As for the other two A-level trainees, they looked at No. 1 on the first seat with fanatical eyes throughout the whole process, wishing to kneel down on the spot, worship him, and worship him as a god.

The devil was still sitting upright on the velvet back chair, playing with a glass filled with scarlet wine in his hand.

No matter how fancy his movements were, the dark wine in the glass did not leak even a drop. The pure white gloves still shone coldly in the light cast by the crystal chandelier.

Zong Jiu sighed.

It's useless to think so much now. The most urgent thing is to change the two cards in his hand first.

Although Zong Jiu trusted his own methods, he still decided to use the most cautious attitude. It never hurts to be cautious. If you walk too much at night, you might see a ghost.

The white-haired young man lazily raised his hand and waved it behind him.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The waiter behind him immediately responded and leaned forward to ask.

Zong Jiu whispered a few words, and the waiter with high service quality immediately took the order and walked towards the rest area of ​​the central gambling pool.

Because of this gesture, others whispered with lingering fear.

"Damn, this familiar scene is happening again."

"Do you think this white-haired C-level will ask the waiter to get another copy of "Texas Hold'em Beginner's Guide"..."

"It's not impossible. The guide just now was so thick. Can he finish reading it?"

Zong Jiu heard their whispers: "......?"

As a former magician, Zong Jiu can use the tricks and techniques of magicians to perfection.

Magicians are almost completely different when they perform on stage than in their daily lives. On stage, they are good at rhetoric, using exaggerated expressions, exaggerated body movements, and words to divert the audience's attention in order to achieve their own purpose of secretly doing things.

Although Zong Jiu looks very cool and quiet off stage, he jumps and jumps like a rabbit when he is on stage. But there is no way around it. Magicians do this for a living. They not only have to deceive people's eyes, but also their minds. If you are on stage with a cold face and don't interact with the audience, the performance of magic will be greatly reduced.

Because of this, magicians are also called fraudsters.

Just like Zong Jiu took the "Texas Hold'em Beginner's Guide", his real purpose was to stir up trouble in the atmosphere. He didn't want to deceive anyone, but to make the trainees at the A-level gambling table feel a little impatient, and his purpose would be achieved.

But he is a magician with a lot of professional ethics, and he will never use the same trick twice in a short period of time.

So, Zong Jiu has to change a way of fraud.

Soon, in the curiosity of others, the waiter in a tuxedo returned to the gambling table with a tray.

This time, the tray did not contain the dark green cover of the "Texas Hold'em Beginner's Guide", but a small cigarette box with a silver skull logo on it.

Zong Jiu tore off the cover and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. The waiter quickly bent down to light it for him.

"Squeak--"

The golden-red flames rose on the cold iron cover of the lighter and gently licked the end of the cigarette tube.

He lowered his head and took a puff skillfully. The flame burned the cigarette red and lit the tobacco.

The young man held the cigarette with his bony fingers, rolled up his sleeves to half his arms, and gently placed them on the dark green tablecloth of the gambling table.

The pure white long hair cascaded down from the young man's shoulders, and his thin chin was slightly raised, revealing a white and slender swan neck. When he looked up, he had the fragile beauty of the death of the swan in the Swan Lake of the Russian Bolshoi Theater.

He squinted his eyes lazily, holding the bright red at the corners of his lips, and exhaled along the light smoke, outlining a hazy and dreamy picture, stopping in the colorful crystal.

At this moment, he didn't look like a person, but rather like a charming ghost with a captivating charm in the boundless autumn moon.

After taking a puff, Zong Jiu swept the ash away, smiling at the corners of his lips, "I'm addicted to cigarettes, sorry."

Although he said so, he didn't mean to stop.

There was complete silence.

Everyone watched the white-haired beauty puffing out smoke, and with every puff, her outline became more and more shadowy.

After the thick smoke covered the air, the interesting sight in the dark golden pupils was also blocked.

Under the ambiguous light, everything was far away, only the mist remained.

Like a drop of mosquito blood, it was deeply buried in the heart.

Wow, it's done.

While Zong Jiu frowned at the smell of cigarettes in his heart, he quickly took advantage of the smoke to tamper with the two cards he spread out on the table.

This move is his trump card, which can be used without anyone noticing. Even if more people are staring at him, they can be distracted and focus their attention. It works without exception.

After Zong Jiu finished all this, he looked up and saw that the purple-clothed dealer was still standing behind No.1, and his expression was actually not aware of it at all.

The play must be performed honestly. Since the cigarette has been lit, this one cannot be wasted.

Zong Jiu felt the stimulation of the smoke flowing through his lungs, and his mind became clearer.

If the devil cheated with the same cards as him, there would be two results.

Either the devil with higher authority than him used some means to make the purple-clothed dealer judge Zong Jiu as cheating.

Or they both counted as royal flushes, and the prize money of the central gambling pool was divided equally.

According to the existing clues, the second result is more likely.

According to the clues given by Zhuge An, Zong Jiu is more inclined to believe that the main system is an emotionless terminal program.

Emotionlessness means fairness and justice, rigidity and unreasonableness.

Although it is unknown what kind of deal was reached between the devil and the main system, in Zong Jiu's opinion, the devil is not sitting back and relaxing.

If the other party really has the same authority as the main system as he speculated, then he would not have to give an F when rating, making such a fuss.

And the purple-clothed dealer did not notice when he changed the cards, so this option can probably be ruled out.

In summary, Zong Jiu risked inferring that the power of No.1 is not so great that it can control everything.

Just like the mysterious puppet master ability of No.1, it seems terrible, but it carries some unknown harsh constraints.

So, take a gamble?

The cigarette burned to the end.

The white-haired young man turned his wrist and extinguished the cigarette butt in the tray of water held by the waiter.

When extinguishing the cigarette butt, Zong Jiu looked up specifically.

Behind the central gambling table, the black figure has disappeared.

Let's gamble.

If you don't gamble, how can you seek wealth in danger, and how can you get a tiger cub by entering a tiger's den? Gamblers will never admit defeat!

The most important thing is——

To be honest, he didn't want to give that devil a dime.

"Everyone, I have a suggestion."

Facing everyone's gaze, he smiled slowly.

"Since it's already the last round, why don't we play something interesting, such as..."

The young man opened his thin lips and suddenly pushed out the chips in his hand, "Just go all in."

This proposal ignited everyone's expectations and pushed them to the highest point.

[Damn, the newcomer is so fierce, just go all in, you are really good.jpg]

[Why are the newcomers nowadays so stubborn? They have finally earned the chips, and they just go all in? Don't they leave themselves a way out? ]

[Ah, why do you all think so? Am I the only one who thinks that this newcomer's trump card should be good? Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm and have the courage to propose all in. But if the winner is really him, then the other big guys who followed all in will lose a lot, their blind bets must be more than this new guy]

[What the above said is very right, but you ignored the premise of the problem, the premise is that this new guy must win, if he can't win, then what about Jill]

The man on the first seat looked at him with an increasingly ambiguous look, and suddenly laughed softly.

"Okay." The devil agreed happily.

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this new guy not only did not keep his tail between his legs among a group of big guys, but was eager to do something.

The exorcist laughed, "All in? It's a big deal, it seems that you can't just join in the fun."

The black-clothed Azan sitting next to him swung his hands coldly, "It doesn't matter, all in then all in."

He didn't feel bad, because black-clothed Azan was not very good at gambling. As early as when he entered Las Vegas, he went to the front desk with a backpack of materials and exchanged the props he liked for chips directly, without even gambling. Now the remaining balance in the card is still what he won from the exorcist when he was soloing with him just now.

The two S-levels expressed their opinions, and Fan Zhuo finally raised his eyes from the back of his hand.

He looked at Zong Jiu with that very strange look again, pressed his wrist diagonally down, and pushed the card face on the table with the handle of the knife.

Another all in!

Four S-levels went all in in succession, and the amount in the prize pool exceeded one million.

It was at this time that the two A-levels gritted their teeth and chose to go all in almost at the same time. The No. 10 Yin and Yang Master frowned, and finally raised his hand to choose to fold.

When he left the gambling table, his face was quite bad.

It is indeed a shame to fold in such an occasion. But fortunately, other people went all in one after another, which also made the Yin and Yang Master sure that his bottom card was really bad.

Originally, he was hoping to get lucky, but now it seems that there is no need to waste chips. It is better to leave the previous bet and withdraw as soon as possible.

Now, there are only eight people left at the gambling table.

Who will win?

It is about to happen.