32. Chapter 32
At this moment, without exception, everyone is anxiously looking at the central gambling table under the golden dome.
[Let me take a look at the current situation. One cheater was caught, one folded, and there are eight left on the table. Except for the C-level white-haired guy, all the others are all in. Is that right? ]
[Yes, the cards are about to be opened. The prize pool has exceeded one million chips. If someone plays a special card, won't they have to take all of it?]
[Ah? Didn't you read the rules given by the main system? The rules of Las Vegas are different from the real world. The prize money in the prize pool is finally divided according to the proportion. If there is a special card, it will definitely get the majority, and it won't take all the more than one million chips away, unless a royal flush is drawn... Wait, let me see, oh, if a royal flush is drawn, it should be exactly one million]
[Don't be ridiculous, how can a royal flush be drawn? Has the barrage never played cards? 】
【I am dying of laughter. The person above has never played before. Three spades have been drawn on the table. How can it be impossible to draw a royal flush? 】
The comments were arguing fiercely. The gambling table was tense and the situation was at the most critical moment.
The exorcist blew a whistle: "Since everyone is all in, why not just open the cards directly."
Just then, Zong Jiu spoke again, "Wait a minute."
The white-haired young man smiled: "If we open the cards directly, it would be a bit unfair."
These words were extremely confusing to those who were looking forward to this scene.
"What is fair or unfair? Have you never played cards before?"
"That's right. Everyone is all in and opens the cards together. How can it be unfair?"
Faced with these doubts, Zong Jiu remained calm.
"Although everyone is all in, some people have invested more chips, and some have less."
Here, he also gave an example, "For example, I am the one with the least chips."
"Everyone think about it carefully. If all is in, people with more chips will also enjoy the same card opening treatment as me. Isn't this unfair?"
The others were stunned for a moment.
"It seems to be the same reason."
"The logic seems to be correct."
The man in the first seat put down his wine glass and put his chin on his crossed hands, his eyes becoming more and more interested.
No one gets up early without profit. If there is no intention, who would talk so much here?
No one understands this principle better than the devil.
It is precisely because of this that he is more curious about the other party's next move.
The white-haired young man, who is the focus of everyone's attention, showed a standard mysterious smile that belongs only to the great magician, and gently raised his index finger to his lips.
Before Zong Jiu himself realized it, he had subconsciously regarded the entire Las Vegas as his first stage after his comeback, and couldn't wait to put on a show time.
The white-haired young man turned his eyes to the first person at the dark green gambling table: "The solution is very simple. Why not start with the player with the lowest chips? The player with the highest chips should have the capital to be the last."
When saying this, Zong Jiu deliberately turned his eyes and looked directly at the person at the first place without any hesitation.
The pair of light pink eyes were surprisingly bright in the dim light, as if burning with a bright light that made people palpitate.
The beauty that burst out at this moment cannot be described in any words.
"How?"
There is no doubt that he was provocative and rampant enough.
What a pair of beautiful eyes.
The devil licked his lips and drank the cold red wine that had finally been awakened in the glass.
For a long time, no one dared to make such an invitation in such a direct manner.
It is undeniable that he was excited.
The purple-clothed dealer frowned, "There has never been such a precedent in Las Vegas..."
However, she was interrupted lazily just halfway through her words.
"Okay."
Everyone looked at No. 1 in astonishment.
Zong Jiu smiled and clapped his hands, "Since you have approved, I will show my ugliness."
His goal has been achieved.
At the same time, Zong Jiu quickly contacted the main system.
He made a very dangerous and terrible decision.
Previously, Zong Jiu only used the two clues [the relationship between Sheng Yu and No.1] and [the relationship between the NPC doctor and No.1] to exchange chips with the main system, and he also kept a trump card in his hand.
[The mentor is No.1] This clue is the trump card, and it is also Zong Jiu's biggest bet.
He is betting on whether the main system is a high-dimensional program with no emotions but only rules as he guessed.
From beginning to end, he did not find that the main system issued any subjective orders or instructions.
The graves of all the survivor trainees are horror copies without exception. As for the main system, unless it violates the unshakable iron law in the infinite loop, the main system will never actively endanger the lives of the survivors. Just like when they first entered the infinite loop, the trainees who entered the studio could escape, and those who did not enter could only die.
All the decisions of the main system carry such a cold and mechanical meaning.
If Zong Jiu made the right bet, then even if he leaked the news that the mentor was No.1 to the main system, the main system would not exceed its authority to eliminate him. On the contrary, he could use this handle to threaten the devil in the main system and get what he wanted.
As for the wrong bet... maybe it will be eliminated on the spot, maybe it will be a soul-shattering, or maybe it will be other more terrible consequences.
Who cares?
Gamblers only enjoy their unparalleled arrogance. As for the possibility of losing the bet?
That is definitely not something they care about.
When the two cards were turned over, everyone was shocked.
The next moment, the exclamation almost overturned the dome painted with the murals of the gods of Olympus.
It was nothing, just because of the bright spade 10 and spade Q on the table.
[Fuck, fuck, fuck, who just said Royal Flush, great prophet!!!]
[This, this, this, this, I am dumbfounded]
[Royal Flush, absolutely, who could have thought of it, no wonder this white-haired guy is so courageous, good guy, I shouted, good guy, it turns out he was waiting here]
[Who just said that Royal Flush can get one million chips, that's one million... my god, hair hair hair]
[Wait, then didn't he calculate all the people at the gambling table? Didn't he expect who he was facing...]
As soon as this sentence came out, the barrage was quiet.
Compared with the discussion in the live broadcast room, the casino had been silent for a long time.
Everyone understood the meaning of Zong Jiu's series of actions just now.
First he called on everyone to go all in, then he tried to reveal his cards first. Everyone was wondering why he remained calm in front of all the big guys.
After all this, it was no wonder that he was calm and confident, it turned out that he had the confidence.
If Zong Jiu had waited until the third round before opening his cards, no one would have said anything bad about him.
Although it was normal for everyone to go all in after having fun, he did so many tricks, relying on the fact that his C-level big guys didn't take him seriously, he dug a pit and led everyone to jump in one after another.
This was a blatant calculation, an open conspiracy.
But no one knew whether this bold move would displease this big guy.
Even the other S-level and A-level players at the same gambling table frowned.
However, Zong Jiu, who was in the vortex of the whole storm, was calm and composed, and even had the mood to order a glass of tequila from the waiter.
Cheating is not shameful, but whoever turns over the cards later will be embarrassed.
Anyway, he had made the bet, the cards had been turned over, and he had done all the preliminary preparations that could be done.
What would be the final result, whether he would be able to trick the devil and split the prize money, or be tricked, could only be left to fate.
Zong Jiu guessed that at this time, the main system had already informed the devil of the surprise news that he knew the identity of the mentor.
Although Zong Jiu didn't know who the mentor was, the tarot cards told him that the devil was either the mentor himself, or the devil used some unknown method to control the original mentor.
The most important thing was that the main system determined that this news could not be disclosed at will, or that the time was not right for it to be disclosed. Otherwise, why didn't the devil just sit on the mentor seat directly, and he had to work hard to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
Everyone was silent, waiting for a result.
Unexpectedly, after a few minutes, the person on the first seat still did not move.
The man still sat upright on the scarlet back chair in an elegant and dangerous posture, with a half-long black braid sliding down his shoulders. He lowered his eyes slightly, and casually fell on the two cards in front of him.
Few people know that these two cards are exactly the same as the two cards just turned over.
The devil crossed his hands in white gloves and rubbed them slowly, as if he was in some unconscious meditation.
Light and shadow spread from his head, with white wings falling on the bright side and ominous shadows entangled on the dark side.
Just when everyone thought that something was wrong, the devil suddenly laughed softly.
"Hahahahahahaha——"
The laughter became louder and louder, from low to high, and finally to sharp, which was creepy.
He stood up from the high first seat, his black leather shoes stepped on the reflection of the crystal chandelier, closed his eyes and laughed as if no one was around. Like the legendary Gotham clown who was associated with evil and darkness and was full of whyserious questions; like the red-haired, crazy Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, immersed in his own world.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was not a sneer or a sarcastic smile, but a genuine smile.
That was a joy from the heart.
Obviously, no one in the room knew why he was laughing so happily. But there is no doubt that this scene made people's backs cold and was filled with indescribable weird bewitching power.
The purple-clothed dealer gently reminded: "Sir, you can't leave your seat for a long time during the gambling process."
From the three rounds of betting after the bottom cards are dealt to the result of the gambling, it is absolutely forbidden to leave the gambling table in the middle. If the player insists on leaving for more than three minutes, the main system will treat it as a discard.
Obviously, now the time has passed three minutes, and what's more unfortunate is that because all the public cards have been opened, it is impossible to discard the cards now.
Soon, the main system's cold broadcast sounded [No.1 gives up the qualification for gambling].
No one expected that in the absence of the option to discard the cards, No.1 actually chose to give up the gambling directly.
This means that all the chips he spent in this gambling game will not be recovered.
However, the devil seemed to be unaware of this.
His dark golden eyes stared at the white-haired young man standing there, and suddenly he took a step.
His leather shoes stepped on the soft golden-red carpet, with a long thin shadow, and each step made the darkness closer.
This process seemed to become very long, very long. It was almost half a century. It made people feel extremely oppressive, dangerous, and the illusion of walking on the edge of death.
He crossed the boundary that symbolized danger to strangers and shortened their distance to just an arm's length away.
However, Zong Jiu stood there like an irrelevant person, without retreating a step, and even raised a polite smile.
Damn it.
Zong Jiu still had the mind to curse secretly.
Did everyone in the infinite loop use survival points to exchange for height increase? How come everyone is so much taller than him?
He thought that his height of 1.8 meters was not bad, but he didn't expect to be looked down upon by two people after entering. It was really quite unpleasant.
After the two looked at each other for a moment, the devil did a move that no one expected.
He suddenly pulled out the budding red rose from his chest.
There were sounds of people gasping all around.
This is the legendary adult!
The distance between the two people was very close, so close that Zong Jiu could see the crystal dew on the scarlet petals and the sticky malice in the eyes of the other party, as if to pull him into the quagmire and into a dark golden prison of eternal imprisonment.
No one knew what the action of pulling out the rose meant, but everyone knew that the red rose was almost one of the devil's iconic items.
Could it be that he felt that this white-haired C-level had talent and expressed his appreciation?
Haha.
If the other party had not sent out that kind of sharp murderous intent that made people's hair stand on end, Zong Jiu would have almost believed it.
In fact, he was now shrouded in the shadow of the other party's tall body, and his muscles were tense.
Seeing the white-haired young man's alert eyes like a cat, the devil laughed again.
He lowered his voice and handed the red rose to her. His voice was hoarse and seductive, like the whispers between lovers.
"I like you very much."