After Zong Jiu pushed out 100,000 chips, the entire casino went mute for a moment.
The betting smoothly continued, jumping from the white-haired young man to No. 10, quickly concluding another round.
At this time, the dealer also finished clearing the chips.
By the end of the two rounds of betting, the crowd stared in disbelief at the 600,000 chips in the pot of the middlemost gambling table.
[The third round of betting is right about to begin! I wonder who’s going to get the jackpot.]
[To be honest, I think that they’re really playing too big… But it’s really tense and exciting ahhhh.]
[Blindly guessing that No. 1 will sweep the house. Actually, I think we don’t even have to watch anymore, there’s no suspense, ok?]
[Let’s not discuss this first. What I want to know is how the C-rank went to the bathroom and came back with 100,000 chips??? /stunned.jpg]
It wasn’t just the bullet chat, the trainees were discussing this too.
“Didn’t he walk away from the A-rank table with about 90,000 chips?”
“Yeah, I remember that too. So where did this 100,000 come from?”
“Is it possible that there were still props he hadn’t exchanged?”
“What are you talking about, he’s a newcomer, how could he… I’m more inclined to think that some rich tycoon helped him out.”
People discussed this as they continued to watch the situation at the middlemost table.
Zong Jiu sat upright, his eyes lowered as he stared at the two cards in his hand.
It was only a guess, at first. But when he saw the ill-intentioned grin on the Devil’s face from across the table, he just knew that he had knocked the nail right on its head; the cheats that would result in their having the same hand was deliberately engineered.
This… There was an adage that put it well. The true shame wasn’t in meeting someone who wore the same outfit, but only for the person who pulled it off worse. Now that their cheats would land them the same hand, only the person without any backing would be shamed.
And Zong Jiu was clearly aware that if they fought on the basis of backing, he would definitely be unable to beat the Devil opposite him.
This fellow even had an identity that sat on the instructor’s stand; there was naturally a gap in his identity and status from the other competitors. A thousand and one links likely lay between him and the system.
As for how Zong Jiu knew this, that would of course be thanks to the all-powerful divination!
When divining in the washroom, Zong Jiu meditated on three questions.
Question: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu and No. 1 in the mental asylum?
Result: The Devil, upright.
Question: What is the relationship between F-rank trainee Sheng Yu and No. 1?
Result: The Devil, upright.
Question: What is the relationship between the instructor of Thriller Trainee and No. 1?
Result: The Devil, upright.
In tarot divination, the card could be interpreted very differently depending on whether the card showed an upright or a reversed orientation.
The problem lay in that Zong Jiu never drew the inverse orientation once. He drew from the deck thrice, and received the same card each time. Combined with the information that Zhuge An told him before, of the Devil’s legendary undetectable manipulation of puppets, three were easily picked apart by him.
Coming to this thought, the white-haired young man’s aimless gaze suddenly turned to fixate on a single point.
A distance behind the middlemost gambling table, a tall, slender silhouette leaned against the wall, looking over at him. He exuded indifference, out of place in this large, lascivious gambling hall gilded in gold.
Zong Jiu locked eyes with Zhuge An, pausing briefly for two seconds before soundlessly shifting away.
This guy was definitely here just to watch the show.
Just then, the dealer turned over the last community card.
Mlnf bo mieyr.
Cmaejiis, la kjr mbwqifafis lggfifnjca ktja atlr mjgv kjr, obg atgff rqjvfr tjv jigfjvs jqqfjgfv jwlvra atf mbwweclas mjgvr, wjxlcu atf jqqfjgjcmf bo j gbsji oiert j qbrrlylilas.
Ktf vfjifg lc qegqif rwlifv. “Ktf mbwweclas mjgvr tjnf yffc vfjia, jcv atf olcji gbecv bo yfaalcu klii mbwwfcmf joafg j olnf-wlceaf ygfjx.”
All the players at the gambling table looked at the five community cards with differing expressions.
The five-minute break was also a short margin for reflection.
Van Zhuo crossed his arms, his eyes sharpening.
The Exorcist was nonchalantly chatting with Black-Robed Azan, neither of whom were talking about the bet; neither seemed to take this game to heart.
Messiah, as before, sat there with a soft smile, as if radiating holy light.
The Yin-Yang Master rubbed his hands together nervously, glancing up at the others every now and then with a tight expression.
As for the two A-rank trainees, they watched No. 1 at the most prominent seat with eyes blazing with fanaticism. If they could, they would just kneel down on the spot and worship him as a god.
The Devil was still seated on the velvet high-backed chair, his hands frivolously playing with a glass half-full with crimson wine.
No matter how showy his movements were, not a single drop of the dark liquor spilt out the glass. Pure white gloves shone coldly under the light cast by the crystal chandelier.
Zong Jiu sighed.
It was no use overthinking it now. The most pressing issue was to change the cards in his hand first.
Although Zong Jiu had confidence in his skill, it wouldn’t harm him to err on the side of caution. Anyone could meet a ghost someday if they walked too many roads in the night.
The white-haired young man lazily raised a hand, beckoning to someone behind him.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
The attendant behind him immediately answered, leaning in slightly to ask.
Zong Jiu whispered a few words in a low voice, and the impeccable attendant immediately executed his instruction, heading towards the rest area of the central gambling pool.
As a result of this action, everyone began to whisper in trepidation.
“Fuck, he’s doing that thing again.”
“This white-haired C-rank isn’t getting that attendant to fetch the Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em again, right…”
“It isn’t impossible, just look at how thick that guide was. Could he have finished it?”
Overhearing them, Zong Jiu, “…?”
As a former virtuosic magician, Zong Jiu had the highest degree of perfection in all the tricks and crafts of one.
A magician performing would be vastly different from the way they normally behaved. On the grand stage, they turned language into art, using theatrical expressions and exaggerated movements, adding words to guide the shifts in the audience’s attention and conceal the furtive movements of their hands and feet.
Even though Zong Jiu was as still as a statue off-stage and looked extremely cold and aloof, once on stage, he bounded around vivaciously like a frenzied schizophrenic. But that couldn’t be helped, it was what magicians did for their bread and butter. They had to not only deceive the eyes, but also hoodwink the minds. If a magician went with a deadpan face on-stage without engaging his audience, the impact of the magic trick would be greatly reduced.
It was for this reason that magicians were also known as con artists.
Just like Zong Jiu requesting for the ‘Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em’, his true purpose was not to cheat but to stir the atmosphere, and if those trainees at the A-rank table felt antsy, then he had achieved his purpose.
But he was a professional magician. He definitely wouldn’t employ the same trick within such a short span of time.
Therefore, Zong Jiu had to change tricks.
Soon, under everyone’s curious gazes, the tuxedoed attendant made his way back to the gambling table with a tray.
This time, what was placed on the tray indeed wasn’t the dark green sleeved ‘Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em’, but a small and exquisite cigarette case, even inlaid with an engraved silver skull logo.
Zong Jiu tore open the surface and took out a cigarette from the box, and the waiter hurriedly bent down to help him light it.
“Chhht—”
An amber flame sprung up from the cold metal surface of the lighter, softly licking the end of the cigarette.
He lowered his head, skillfully taking a puff. The flame burnt a red-hot imprint on the end of the cigarette, burning the tobacco.
The joints of the young man’s hands, clipping the cigarette, were well-defined. Pulled up to his elbows, his cuffs gently rested against the deep green surface of the gambling table.
The young man’s long, snow-white hair spilled past his shoulders. When his sharp jaw raised, a fair and slim neck was exposed, arched with the fragile elegance of the swan’s death in Swan Lake of Bolshoi Theatre.
He squinted indolently, pursing the attractive dark red corners of his lips together. The hazy fog that he exhaled carved out a scene as hypnotic as a dream, captured under the iridescence of the crystal chandelier.
At this moment, he didn’t look like a person; on the contrary, he looked like a mesmerising apparition under the boundless autumn moon.
After drawing in a breath, Zong Jiu swept the cigarette ash, carrying a smile on his lips. “Excuse me, my tobacco craving hit again.”
Although he said this, he didn’t intend to stop.
Perfect silence.
Everyone watched the white-haired beauty blow out smoke, his silhouette obscuring further with each breath.
Under the ambiguous lighting, all of it looked far away, only the misty fog still existing.
Like a scarlet beauty mark, deeply embedding into the heart.
Alright, that should do it.
While frowning on the inside at the smell of smoke, Zong Jiu swiftly took advantage of the cover of the smoke to move in on the two cards he had before him on the table.
This move was his ace in a hole; unknown to god or ghost, stealing the sky and putting up a sham sun. No matter how many people stared at him, he could unfailingly, without a single exception, divert their attention.
After accomplishing this, he lifted his head to look at the dealer dressed in purple who was still standing behind No. 1, her expression remaining completely oblivious to his actions.
He had to properly round up his performance to the end. Since he had lit a cigarette, he couldn’t waste any of it.
Zong Jiu felt the sharp stimulation of the smoke flowing through his lungs, yet his mind became clearer than before.
If the Devil cheated and played the same hand as him, then there could only be two results.
Either the Devil, with higher authority than him, used some means to judge that Zong Jiu had cheated, or both of their royal flushes were accepted, and they split the reward in the middlemost gambling pool equally.
Based on the available clues, the probability of the latter happening was greater.
Deducing from the spider web of clues that Zhuge An gave him, Zong Jiu was more inclined to think that the system was an emotionless terminal program.
Emotionless also signified uncompromising fairness and justness.
Although Zong Jiu didn’t know what deal was struck between the Devil and the system, from what he could tell, the Devil wasn’t without worry either.
If it really was as he had speculated, that the other had the same permissions as the system, then he wouldn’t have made such a fuss and given him an F at the evaluation rating.
But the dealer in purple hadn’t noticed when he changed his cards, which would likely mean that this option was eliminated.
In summary, Zong Jiu ventured to guess that No. 1’s current authority wasn’t high enough to sway everything.
Just like No. 1’s virtually undetectable puppetry; it appeared terrifying, but was an ability that secretly carried various harsh constraints.
So, dare he take the gamble?
The cigarette burnt to its end.
The young man flicked his wrist, snubbing the cigarette in the ashtray the attendant carried.
When pressing out the cigarette, Zong Jiu purposefully looked up.
The black silhouette behind the middlemost gambling table had already disappeared.
Just bet on it, then.
How could he claim riches and honour without taking risks? Where else would a tiger cub be but in a tiger’s den? A gambling dog would never admit defeat!
Most importantly—
He, in all honesty, refused to give up a single dime to that Devil.
“Gentlemen, I would like to propose something.”
Basking under everyone’s gazes, he slowly smiled.
“Since it’s already the last round, why don’t we play something interesting? Like…”
The young man’s thin lips parted slightly, and he suddenly pushed all the chips before him. “Shall we just go all-in?”
This proposal thrummed with adrenaline, straightaway pushing the excitement to the peak.
[Damn, this newcomer is FIERCE! All-in straight out, you really have it in you, /doge.jpg]
[Are newcomers these days so hard-headed? He had painstakingly earned those chips, and now he goes all-in at the drop of a hat? Without even giving himself a way out?]
[Ah, why are you guys thinking like this? Am I the only one who feels that this newcomer’s hand should be quite good? Or he would never have been this calm and confident suggesting to go all-in. But if he really ends up winning, wouldn’t the other guys that went along calling all-in lose out a lot more? After all, their blinds are surely bigger than this newcomer’s.]
[Upstairs is right. But you ignored the crux of the issue. The premise is that this newcomer has to win, if he can’t win then there’s nothing to talk about here.]
The man at the most prominent seat studied him with a gaze deep with something unreadable, suddenly letting out a low laugh.
“Sure,” the Devil readily agreed.
At this time, anyone with eyes could see that this newcomer was not only not keeping his tail between his legs amongst this group of powerful men, but also jumping at the chance to stir something up.
The Exorcist laughed loudly. “All-in? You’re really playing big; even people who have come to join the fun can’t just join things on a whim.”
Seated beside him, Black-Robed Azan coldly folded his arms. “Doesn’t matter to me. So be it, all-in then.”
He didn’t feel any grief over it; Black-Robed Azan was never much of a gambler anyway. When he first entered Las Vegas, he made a beeline for the reception counter to redeem whatever props that caught his interest with chips, and didn’t even need to gamble at all. Now, the balance on his card still had his winnings from playing solo against the Exorcist earlier.
Two S-ranks took their stand. Van Zhuo finally lifted his gaze from the back of his hands.
He once again gave Zong Jiu an extremely odd look, slanting his wrist down, using the hilt of his sabre to push forward the cards on the table.
Another all-in!
Four S-ranks went all-in in succession, and the prize pool suddenly broke past one million in a go.
And it was also just then that the two A-ranks grit their teeth and simultaneously chose to go all-in, whereas the No. 10 Yin-Yang Master knit his brows, and ultimately chose to give up his hand.
His expression was ugly as he walked away from the gambling table.
It was indeed embarrassing to fold at such a juncture, but on the bright side, the successive all-ins also made him sure of the fact that his hand really sucked.
He had initially harboured thoughts of relying on sheer dumb luck like a blind cat running into a dead mouse, but now it seemed unnecessary to waste his chips. It was better for him to leave behind his ante and quickly extricate himself.
Now, there were only eight players left at the table.
To whom will the empire fall, and who would emerge victorious?
The game was at break point.
After Zong Jiu pushed out 100,000 chips, the entire casino went mute for a moment.
The betting smoothly continued, jumping from the white-haired young man to No. 10, quickly concluding another round.
At this time, the dealer also finished clearing the chips.
By the end of the two rounds of betting, the crowd stared in disbelief at the 600,000 chips in the pot of the middlemost gambling table.
[The third round of betting is right about to begin! I wonder who’s going to get the jackpot.]
[To be honest, I think that they’re really playing too big… But it’s really tense and exciting ahhhh.]
[Blindly guessing that No. 1 will sweep the house. Actually, I think we don’t even have to watch anymore, there’s no suspense, ok?]
[Let’s not discuss this first. What I want to know is how the C-rank went to the bathroom and came back with 100,000 chips??? /stunned.jpg]
It wasn’t just the bullet chat, the trainees were discussing this too.
“Didn’t he walk away from the A-rank table with about 90,000 chips?”
“Yeah, I remember that too. So where did this 100,000 come from?”
“Is it possible that there were still props he hadn’t exchanged?”
“What are you talking about, he’s a newcomer, how could he… I’m more inclined to think that some rich tycoon helped him out.”
People discussed this as they continued to watch the situation at the middlemost table.
Zong Jiu sat upright, his eyes lowered as he stared at the two cards in his hand.
It was only a guess, at first. But when he saw the ill-intentioned grin on the Devil’s face from across the table, he just knew that he had knocked the nail right on its head; the cheats that would result in their having the same hand was deliberately engineered.
This… There was an adage that put it well. The true shame wasn’t in meeting someone who wore the same outfit, but only for the person who pulled it off worse. Now that their cheats would land them the same hand, only the person without any backing would be shamed.
And Zong Jiu was clearly aware that if they fought on the basis of backing, he would definitely be unable to beat the Devil opposite him.
This fellow even had an identity that sat on the instructor’s stand; there was naturally a gap in his identity and status from the other competitors. A thousand and one links likely lay between him and the system.
As for how Zong Jiu knew this, that would of course be thanks to the all-powerful divination!
When divining in the washroom, Zong Jiu meditated on three questions.
Question: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu and No. 1 in the mental asylum?
Result: The Devil, upright.
Question: What is the relationship between F-rank trainee Sheng Yu and No. 1?
Result: The Devil, upright.
Question: What is the relationship between the instructor of Thriller Trainee and No. 1?
Result: The Devil, upright.
In tarot divination, the card could be interpreted very differently depending on whether the card showed an upright or a reversed orientation.
The problem lay in that Zong Jiu never drew the inverse orientation once. He drew from the deck thrice, and received the same card each time. Combined with the information that Zhuge An told him before, of the Devil’s legendary undetectable manipulation of puppets, three were easily picked apart by him.
Coming to this thought, the white-haired young man’s aimless gaze suddenly turned to fixate on a single point.
A distance behind the middlemost gambling table, a tall, slender silhouette leaned against the wall, looking over at him. He exuded indifference, out of place in this large, lascivious gambling hall gilded in gold.
Zong Jiu locked eyes with Zhuge An, pausing briefly for two seconds before soundlessly shifting away.
This guy was definitely here just to watch the show.
Just then, the dealer turned over the last community card.
Mlnf bo mieyr.
Cmaejiis, la kjr mbwqifafis lggfifnjca ktja atlr mjgv kjr, obg atgff rqjvfr tjv jigfjvs jqqfjgfv jwlvra atf mbwweclas mjgvr, wjxlcu atf jqqfjgjcmf bo j gbsji oiert j qbrrlylilas.
Ktf vfjifg lc qegqif rwlifv. “Ktf mbwweclas mjgvr tjnf yffc vfjia, jcv atf olcji gbecv bo yfaalcu klii mbwwfcmf joafg j olnf-wlceaf ygfjx.”
All the players at the gambling table looked at the five community cards with differing expressions.
The five-minute break was also a short margin for reflection.
Van Zhuo crossed his arms, his eyes sharpening.
The Exorcist was nonchalantly chatting with Black-Robed Azan, neither of whom were talking about the bet; neither seemed to take this game to heart.
Messiah, as before, sat there with a soft smile, as if radiating holy light.
The Yin-Yang Master rubbed his hands together nervously, glancing up at the others every now and then with a tight expression.
As for the two A-rank trainees, they watched No. 1 at the most prominent seat with eyes blazing with fanaticism. If they could, they would just kneel down on the spot and worship him as a god.
The Devil was still seated on the velvet high-backed chair, his hands frivolously playing with a glass half-full with crimson wine.
No matter how showy his movements were, not a single drop of the dark liquor spilt out the glass. Pure white gloves shone coldly under the light cast by the crystal chandelier.
Zong Jiu sighed.
It was no use overthinking it now. The most pressing issue was to change the cards in his hand first.
Although Zong Jiu had confidence in his skill, it wouldn’t harm him to err on the side of caution. Anyone could meet a ghost someday if they walked too many roads in the night.
The white-haired young man lazily raised a hand, beckoning to someone behind him.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
The attendant behind him immediately answered, leaning in slightly to ask.
Zong Jiu whispered a few words in a low voice, and the impeccable attendant immediately executed his instruction, heading towards the rest area of the central gambling pool.
As a result of this action, everyone began to whisper in trepidation.
“Fuck, he’s doing that thing again.”
“This white-haired C-rank isn’t getting that attendant to fetch the Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em again, right…”
“It isn’t impossible, just look at how thick that guide was. Could he have finished it?”
Overhearing them, Zong Jiu, “…?”
As a former virtuosic magician, Zong Jiu had the highest degree of perfection in all the tricks and crafts of one.
A magician performing would be vastly different from the way they normally behaved. On the grand stage, they turned language into art, using theatrical expressions and exaggerated movements, adding words to guide the shifts in the audience’s attention and conceal the furtive movements of their hands and feet.
Even though Zong Jiu was as still as a statue off-stage and looked extremely cold and aloof, once on stage, he bounded around vivaciously like a frenzied schizophrenic. But that couldn’t be helped, it was what magicians did for their bread and butter. They had to not only deceive the eyes, but also hoodwink the minds. If a magician went with a deadpan face on-stage without engaging his audience, the impact of the magic trick would be greatly reduced.
It was for this reason that magicians were also known as con artists.
Just like Zong Jiu requesting for the ‘Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em’, his true purpose was not to cheat but to stir the atmosphere, and if those trainees at the A-rank table felt antsy, then he had achieved his purpose.
But he was a professional magician. He definitely wouldn’t employ the same trick within such a short span of time.
Therefore, Zong Jiu had to change tricks.
Soon, under everyone’s curious gazes, the tuxedoed attendant made his way back to the gambling table with a tray.
This time, what was placed on the tray indeed wasn’t the dark green sleeved ‘Introductory Guide to Texas Hold’em’, but a small and exquisite cigarette case, even inlaid with an engraved silver skull logo.
Zong Jiu tore open the surface and took out a cigarette from the box, and the waiter hurriedly bent down to help him light it.
“Chhht—”
An amber flame sprung up from the cold metal surface of the lighter, softly licking the end of the cigarette.
He lowered his head, skillfully taking a puff. The flame burnt a red-hot imprint on the end of the cigarette, burning the tobacco.
The joints of the young man’s hands, clipping the cigarette, were well-defined. Pulled up to his elbows, his cuffs gently rested against the deep green surface of the gambling table.
The young man’s long, snow-white hair spilled past his shoulders. When his sharp jaw raised, a fair and slim neck was exposed, arched with the fragile elegance of the swan’s death in Swan Lake of Bolshoi Theatre.
He squinted indolently, pursing the attractive dark red corners of his lips together. The hazy fog that he exhaled carved out a scene as hypnotic as a dream, captured under the iridescence of the crystal chandelier.
At this moment, he didn’t look like a person; on the contrary, he looked like a mesmerising apparition under the boundless autumn moon.
After drawing in a breath, Zong Jiu swept the cigarette ash, carrying a smile on his lips. “Excuse me, my tobacco craving hit again.”
Although he said this, he didn’t intend to stop.
Perfect silence.
Everyone watched the white-haired beauty blow out smoke, his silhouette obscuring further with each breath.
Under the ambiguous lighting, all of it looked far away, only the misty fog still existing.
Like a scarlet beauty mark, deeply embedding into the heart.
Alright, that should do it.
While frowning on the inside at the smell of smoke, Zong Jiu swiftly took advantage of the cover of the smoke to move in on the two cards he had before him on the table.
This move was his ace in a hole; unknown to god or ghost, stealing the sky and putting up a sham sun. No matter how many people stared at him, he could unfailingly, without a single exception, divert their attention.
After accomplishing this, he lifted his head to look at the dealer dressed in purple who was still standing behind No. 1, her expression remaining completely oblivious to his actions.
He had to properly round up his performance to the end. Since he had lit a cigarette, he couldn’t waste any of it.
Zong Jiu felt the sharp stimulation of the smoke flowing through his lungs, yet his mind became clearer than before.
If the Devil cheated and played the same hand as him, then there could only be two results.
Either the Devil, with higher authority than him, used some means to judge that Zong Jiu had cheated, or both of their royal flushes were accepted, and they split the reward in the middlemost gambling pool equally.
Based on the available clues, the probability of the latter happening was greater.
Deducing from the spider web of clues that Zhuge An gave him, Zong Jiu was more inclined to think that the system was an emotionless terminal program.
Emotionless also signified uncompromising fairness and justness.
Although Zong Jiu didn’t know what deal was struck between the Devil and the system, from what he could tell, the Devil wasn’t without worry either.
If it really was as he had speculated, that the other had the same permissions as the system, then he wouldn’t have made such a fuss and given him an F at the evaluation rating.
But the dealer in purple hadn’t noticed when he changed his cards, which would likely mean that this option was eliminated.
In summary, Zong Jiu ventured to guess that No. 1’s current authority wasn’t high enough to sway everything.
Just like No. 1’s virtually undetectable puppetry; it appeared terrifying, but was an ability that secretly carried various harsh constraints.
So, dare he take the gamble?
The cigarette burnt to its end.
The young man flicked his wrist, snubbing the cigarette in the ashtray the attendant carried.
When pressing out the cigarette, Zong Jiu purposefully looked up.
The black silhouette behind the middlemost gambling table had already disappeared.
Just bet on it, then.
How could he claim riches and honour without taking risks? Where else would a tiger cub be but in a tiger’s den? A gambling dog would never admit defeat!
Most importantly—
He, in all honesty, refused to give up a single dime to that Devil.
“Gentlemen, I would like to propose something.”
Basking under everyone’s gazes, he slowly smiled.
“Since it’s already the last round, why don’t we play something interesting? Like…”
The young man’s thin lips parted slightly, and he suddenly pushed all the chips before him. “Shall we just go all-in?”
This proposal thrummed with adrenaline, straightaway pushing the excitement to the peak.
[Damn, this newcomer is FIERCE! All-in straight out, you really have it in you, /doge.jpg]
[Are newcomers these days so hard-headed? He had painstakingly earned those chips, and now he goes all-in at the drop of a hat? Without even giving himself a way out?]
[Ah, why are you guys thinking like this? Am I the only one who feels that this newcomer’s hand should be quite good? Or he would never have been this calm and confident suggesting to go all-in. But if he really ends up winning, wouldn’t the other guys that went along calling all-in lose out a lot more? After all, their blinds are surely bigger than this newcomer’s.]
[Upstairs is right. But you ignored the crux of the issue. The premise is that this newcomer has to win, if he can’t win then there’s nothing to talk about here.]
The man at the most prominent seat studied him with a gaze deep with something unreadable, suddenly letting out a low laugh.
“Sure,” the Devil readily agreed.
At this time, anyone with eyes could see that this newcomer was not only not keeping his tail between his legs amongst this group of powerful men, but also jumping at the chance to stir something up.
The Exorcist laughed loudly. “All-in? You’re really playing big; even people who have come to join the fun can’t just join things on a whim.”
Seated beside him, Black-Robed Azan coldly folded his arms. “Doesn’t matter to me. So be it, all-in then.”
He didn’t feel any grief over it; Black-Robed Azan was never much of a gambler anyway. When he first entered Las Vegas, he made a beeline for the reception counter to redeem whatever props that caught his interest with chips, and didn’t even need to gamble at all. Now, the balance on his card still had his winnings from playing solo against the Exorcist earlier.
Two S-ranks took their stand. Van Zhuo finally lifted his gaze from the back of his hands.
He once again gave Zong Jiu an extremely odd look, slanting his wrist down, using the hilt of his sabre to push forward the cards on the table.
Another all-in!
Four S-ranks went all-in in succession, and the prize pool suddenly broke past one million in a go.
And it was also just then that the two A-ranks grit their teeth and simultaneously chose to go all-in, whereas the No. 10 Yin-Yang Master knit his brows, and ultimately chose to give up his hand.
His expression was ugly as he walked away from the gambling table.
It was indeed embarrassing to fold at such a juncture, but on the bright side, the successive all-ins also made him sure of the fact that his hand really sucked.
He had initially harboured thoughts of relying on sheer dumb luck like a blind cat running into a dead mouse, but now it seemed unnecessary to waste his chips. It was better for him to leave behind his ante and quickly extricate himself.
Now, there were only eight players left at the table.
To whom will the empire fall, and who would emerge victorious?
The game was at break point.
