Chapter 27

The crystal chandelier under the chandelier was still shining brightly.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

[F * ck … Wait, why are there four?]

[Oh my god, that's awesome. Four in the first round. Maybe he's a lucky goose blessed by the heavens.]

[Anthony didn't win even after opening two pairs? No one has a better probability than him.]

[Am I the only one who thinks that this white-haired newcomer is deliberately setting a trap? Otherwise, Anthony wouldn't have gone all in.]

[Actually, I just think that Anthony has good cards, so he chose to go all in. This was Texas, not a game. Psychological warfare was a very important part of the game. How could he not know that a slight mistake could lead to a huge mistake? Since he lost, he has to take the risk.]

How could Anthony not understand?

His face was ashen, and his expression was so ugly that it was almost the same as the dark green tablecloth on the gambling table.

Anthony couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. It was clearly a special card type that only had a one percent chance of winning.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

"Dealer, I would like to request a card check." He stared at the white-haired youth across from him.

Texas Hold 'em used a total of fifty-two cards to gamble. If all the cards in each player's hand were collected together and checked one by one, it would be easy to find out if someone had used cheating methods such as switching cards.

The Dealer in a dark red coat shook his head and politely raised a hand, bluntly rejecting Anthony's request for a card check.

"Sorry, sir, Las Vegas doesn't accept this method of inspection."

Anthony raised his voice. "So you're saying that you allow cheating?"

The Dealer smiled sweetly. "Las Vegas respects the strong. If a player has the ability to use a thousand arts without being discovered by the staff, it's all within the rules. "

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Indeed, it wasn't as if they hadn't caught anyone cheating when they were watching other gambling games. Not only were the punishments extremely heavy, but they also had to deduct their chips. They even had to temporarily shut down the gambling table for a few hours. Everyone was in danger.

But the Dealer's words directly woke them up.

Yes, only the cheaters who were caught would be punished. Then what about those who weren't caught? But I don't see the main system personally catching Qian Shu?

"F * ck, that works too? Doesn't that mean everyone can cheat?"

"You can cheat, but you have to have the ability to not get caught."

"I don't know if this white-haired Level C dealer has appeared. This is an Level A gambling table. The Dealer can't be that bad. Maybe he's really lucky?"

"That's right, 45,555 chips! If I had that kind of luck, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. Hahahaha. Speaking of which, it was really funny. Just now, Anthony looked as if he was sure of his victory. What happened in the end? Pa! My face hurts. "

The onlookers at the side discussed animatedly, with merciless laughter mixed in.

Anthony's face turned green and red.

His character had always been irritable, and he could be said to be a typical example of someone who would explode at the slightest provocation. Now that he suspected that he had been tricked, he was even more furious.

The white man threw away the purple card in his hand, stood up from the gambling table, and strode to the person opposite him.

The white-haired youth looked at him with a smile. His light pink eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons. Just looking at him was enough to make one angry.

The veins on the back of Anthony's hand bulged, and the tips of his fingernails were dyed a deep and ominous black.

He didn't know why, but he had a premonition that the white-haired youth in front of him had used some unknown method.

And he, Anthony, had stepped into this trap in front of everyone. He had lost all face, and was played like a donkey.

"You damned liar …"

The man with brown hair and blue eyes took a step forward. His chest was burning with anger from being fooled, and he grabbed the person in front of him by the collar.

Zong Jiu noticed his movement and took a step back. A poker card suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and the curve of his mouth became playful.

"What's the meaning of this? Are you a sore loser?"

"Oh —" He dragged out his voice.

"So the second-in-command of the Night people is someone who can't even afford to lose in gambling."

This time, the whispers of the people around them became louder and louder.

"You want to use public opinion to pressure me?"

Anthony sneered. "Then you are very wrong. I don't care about winning or losing, but since you dared to fool me, you will pay the price for fooling me. "

The A-level sitting on the sofa facepalmed. "Anthony has started."

The other B-level obviously felt guilty. "He is a one-track minded guy who follows the instincts of a beast. He always does things the moment he is not convinced. He is not the least bit reasonable. He really is a barbarian."

Anthony's nickname was the barbarian. When this guy's temper flared, he did not care if he was reasonable or not. As long as he felt there was a problem, he would directly use his fists. He was anxious and violent, and did not care about what others thought.

Negotiations had failed, so he could only use violence.

Just as Zong Jiu shrugged and was about to experience what it was like to fight with an A-level —

A cold voice suddenly came from above.

"Anthony, back down."

This voice was firm and majestic, and very directly reminded people of a decisive general on the battlefield, or some kind of person in power who had an iron-blooded aura. His methods were ruthless, and he would not allow anyone to disobey him.

A man in a black and gold military uniform slowly walked down from the central gambling pool. The No. 7 red mark on his chest was very glaring. The square nails made by Lao Yin made a "du, du, du" sound with his bright military boots, accompanied by a military knife hanging at his waist, rhythmically knocking on everyone's hearts.

His skin was pale, his face deep and cold, his gray hair neat, his dark red eyes proud and sharp. With every step he took, his body's dense Yin aura seemed to sweep out, and it was very oppressive.

Hearing this voice, the white vampire's back stiffened, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he directly knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness."

Anthony's kneeling made the audience silent for a while.

In the past, when they were in the Infinite Loop, the teams could not meet each other, and there was no superior way of transmitting information like the main system's live broadcast. So for the Night people, an organization that stood at the top of all the survivors, most of them had heard of it.

In addition to the news that their core members were all half-vampires, the most talked about thing was the strict and terrifying hierarchy within the Night people organization.

In the Infinite Loop, the survivors struggled on the edge of life and death. The closer it was to this kind of life and death situation, the more the differences between the levels of humans evolved.

Apart from those who were willing to do anything to survive, there were also countless dirty deals and methods that were used in order to survive. But even so, to have the Night people in the Infinite Loop, such a low-level attitude of submission to a higher-level was extremely rare. There was only one.

[Oh my god … What the hell is this, directly kneeling? No, did the Qing dynasty die early?]

[So the rumors of the Night people's internal terror were all true. Seeing is believing.]

[Actually, it's normal. You should understand as long as you've been to a horror dungeon with a vampire theme. In the Blood Breeds, level represents everything. From Prince to Duke, to Marquis to Count, to Viscount to Baron, the level gap in between is insurmountable. From the Embrace onwards, the level gap is fixed. Since Fan Zhuo was personally transformed by a third generation Blood Breed Prince, then he's a fourth generation Blood Breed. In terms of bloodline, he naturally suppresses Anthony's seventh or eighth generation Blood Breed.]

[That's right, the Blood Breed's bloodline suppression is very scary. As long as your bloodline isn't as high as other Blood Breeds, not to mention your strength, even your mentality will tend to submit.]

[F * ck. Psychological submission sounds scary. Sure enough, you have to pay the price for obtaining power. Tsk, tsk, tsk.]

But even as he knelt, the man in the military uniform didn't even look at the person on the ground.

Cold sweat seeped out of Anthony's forehead. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the military boots coldly brush past his shoulder.

Just yesterday, after the second round of the level evaluation, His Highness had instructed him to pay attention to the white-haired C-rank. But it was clear that it was too difficult to find someone who had anything to do with this newbie among so many horror trainees, so Anthony acted on his own initiative and got up to test him.

His original intention was to show the newbie who he was and do what His Highness had instructed him to do. But later, Anthony was too angry to care and forgot about it for a while.

What he didn't expect was that His Highness would personally step in!

Regret and anxiety intertwined in Anthony's heart, mixed with hatred for the white-haired liar.

But now, no one cared about what he thought.

Everyone watched as the man in the military uniform walked step by step in front of the white-haired youth.

The man was very tall, and his appearance had the unique advantage of having Germanic blood. He was almost a head taller than Zong Jiu, who was 6.3 meters tall. When he stood in front of Zong Jiu, it was as if he was shrouded in a shadow, and it was easy for people to feel oppressed.

Zong Jiu didn't like to look up at people, and he didn't like to retreat even more. So he very calmly sat back in his chair, one hand playing cards, the other supporting his head. His gaze was lazy, and his posture was relaxed and casual.

Obviously, this action made the people around him suck in a breath of cold air.

Everyone knew that No.7 had a cold personality, and he was a man of his word. In the past, he was the God of Slaughter. Zong Jiu was the first person who dared to act so rashly in front of him.

But not only did Zong Jiu do that, he also slowly spun the cards on his fingertips and spoke first. "Sir, are you here to seek justice for your subordinates?"

Everyone was stunned.

[No way, he actually spoke first, he actually spoke first?]

[No matter if it's true or not … I'll burn a stick of incense for this white-haired warrior.]

[I think even if he wants to seek justice, it's unlikely that he'll do it in front of everyone. No.7 is the leader of the Night people. His subordinates lost a card, how can he not be magnanimous?]

[I think the above poster has a point.]

Although he said that, Zong Jiu's arms, which were hidden under his long sleeves, were already tense.

The opponent's aura was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. At first glance, it was obvious that he had fought on the battlefield and had countless subordinates. It was very likely that he had experienced some kind of special dungeon.

Facing the A-Class Anthony, he only needed to seize the initiative. With Zong Jiu's temporarily strengthened hands, the odds of winning were still 05%. But facing this person in military uniform, Zong Jiu conservatively estimated that with his current strength, he would not be able to last more than three moves.

To be safe, Zong Jiu decided that he could not let the opponent seize the opportunity to speak first. It was better for him to strike first.

"You think too much."

After a long while. After the unfathomable sharp gaze slowly swept across the white-haired youth, the owner of the dark red eyes finally spoke. "I'm here to apologize for not being strict enough with my subordinates."

There was an uproar.

Anthony, who was still kneeling on the ground, screamed in disbelief, "Your Highness —"

This time, it was Zong Jiu who was stunned.

After a moment, he put away the poker cards and clapped with a smile. The applause echoed in the Golden Palace.

"As expected of the No.7, your magnanimity is worthy of respect."

The white-haired young man stood up from the gambling table and casually played with the gold card with 45,555 chips at his fingertips. He lowered his eyes.

"But I don't like to be misunderstood. Since your subordinates are questioning me, why don't we play another round to prove our innocence. "

Her light pink eyes curved, and she didn't avoid looking at the dark red eyes. She smiled slightly and asked, "What do you think?"

Zong Jiu was gambling.

After winning the A-Class pool, his next goal was the Central Gambling Table.

Of course, before entering the Central Gambling Table, he had to find a legitimate reason to play against the S-Class. Otherwise, these S-Class would be self-conscious and would not be willing to gamble with a C-Class newcomer like him. Not to mention, he had to find a few spendthrifts with a lot of leeks and take some chips from their pockets.

Didn't these spendthrifts come knocking on his door?

Other than that, there was something else that Zong Jiu was particularly concerned about.

He felt that this No.7 called Fan Zhuo was looking at him with a strange gaze.

It was hard to describe with words. It was 15% examination, 85% contemplation, and an indescribable feeling.

If he had to describe it, it was as if ….. he knew him before.

But how was that possible?

Zong Jiu was certain that he did not know him. Not to mention that he was a real book transmigrator.

So there was only one explanation.

That was that Fan Zhuo knew the Host.

This guess was not impossible. After all, Zong Jiu hadn't even finished reading the first instance of the original novel, and the original owner had received a bento not long after the beginning of the first instance. No.7 wasn't even in the mental hospital instance, let alone meeting him.

Thinking deeper, with the Host's incomparably flamboyant appearance, it was impossible for him to be an unknown existence in the real world. So maybe the two of them knew each other before. After all, the main system would block knowledge of the real world, but it would not block memories of interpersonal relationships. If someone he knew was dragged into the infinite loop, then it was very common for them to recognize each other.

Zong Jiu waited for a reply while his mind was in a whirl.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other and he could clearly see the complex emotions hidden behind the coldness in the latter's eyes.

After a while, Fan Zhuo slowly and elegantly nodded. "Why not?"

He slightly leaned forward and the double headed eagle badge on his chest slid down his outstretched arm, pointing to the center of the table.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

This time, the crowd that did not dare to breathe loudly once again erupted.

"Does this mean he wants to bet again?"

"Wait, what is this situation? It's not Anthony betting again, it's Fan Zhuo who wants to bet with him?"

"Sir Fan Zhuo wants to personally bet with this white haired C level?"

"My god, this is the number two master …."

Zong Jiu slightly smiled, straightened his back, and walked through the bustling crowd on both sides, looking at them with awe. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, he walked straight to the luxurious table in the center of Las Vegas.

But in the next moment, the people under the dome went silent again.

Because at the end of the table, there was already a person sitting in the main seat.

The man was wearing a black suit, the white shirt in front of his body was neatly folded, and the rose on his chest was covered in evening dew.

His handsome face under the illumination of the lights was demonic and mysterious, and the shadow that lingered in the darkness under his feet cruised ominously.

"Aiya."

The demon narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden pupils firmly fell on the white haired youth.

He licked his lips, and the smile on his lips widened, like a child who found a new toy, making people shudder.

"Do you want to play a game? Why don't you add me? "