Chapter 28

The highest painted dome of the Golden Palace was directly facing the center of the central gambling table that was the center of attention.

All of Las Vegas had their eyes focused on the screen facing the central gambling table, and so did the audience in the live streaming room.

Cries of surprise, gasps of cold air, murmurs … they rose and fell one after another, incessantly ringing in his ears.

[Oh my god, it's that lord —!]

[Ahhhhhh, I'm already incoherent. I can only move my hands and take screenshots like crazy.]

[I just went out to take a look at the forum. It's all blown up. I rushed to the live streaming room. Thank goodness I made it in time.]

This was the first time that all the survivors had seen this lord in such close proximity.

No. 6, the devil.

No one knew his real name. The only thing that everyone knew was this codename that had already become a god in the Infinite Loop.

No one dared to make an accurate conclusion about how terrifying he was. This was because as long as the word "devil" was involved, it was all turned into legends. It was to the point that he had ascended to the supreme altar, and people could only look up to him.

Very few people had actually seen him. Everything only existed in word of mouth.

What was left for the survivors was an unshakable score in the terrifying dungeons, and an action mode that always fought alone without distinguishing between friend and foe. He appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Everything was covered in a gray fog, and there was an indescribable fear.

In the extreme environment of the Infinite Loop where everyone worshipped the strong, countless people went up to him and worshipped him as the god in their hearts, the creator of the new era, and fanatically followed him. This kind of abnormal worship and admiration even made these followers an existence similar to an evil cult. They were willing to give up their lives for him.

However, it was clear that all of this was a spontaneous organization. As the No. 6 devil, he had never expressed his opinion about this.

That was also true. An existence of his level didn't need to create his own force or recruit followers like others.

He didn't need it, and he disdained it.

However, it was precisely because of this that his indifference and his attitude of looking down on everyone like ants made his followers even more fanatical.

The man sat under the spotlight. His half-length black hair was tied behind his head with a scarlet headband, and it slid down the shoulders of his suit.

An extremely contradictory gloomy aura settled on his body. He was walking on the boundary between elegance and madness like a tightrope. Like a black hole in the universe that could annihilate light, he easily grabbed the attention of others and sank into the deep and gloomy evil thoughts.

He was full of danger, extreme, and astonishing charisma.

The young man stood behind Fan Zhuo. Through the black and gold epaulets of his military uniform, he raised his eyes and coincidentally met Fan Zhuo's gaze.

Zong Jiu felt uneasy when he saw the pair of dark golden eyes hidden under the black hair that looked like some kind of cold-blooded animal.

This time, he was the first to look away.

The shudder that he had felt during the second level evaluation once again crawled up his spine from Zong Jiu's tailbone. It was hard for him to ignore the slimy malice.

Zong Jiu felt that he seemed to have grasped a flash of inspiration that he had not grasped the last time.

Zong Jiu had only felt such a gaze from one person before.

Fan Zhuo frowned.

"Since this is a public gambling table, players are free to participate. Please do as you wish."

"You can't say that."

The devil smiled. "Since I'm the banker who decides the rules of the game, I should be the one who decides the minimum amount of chips for the unlimited bet."

Was he trying to intimidate him again?

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Although he now had a huge sum of 45,555 chips in his hands, to be honest, 45,555 chips was not enough in front of the S-class players at the central table.

Everyone thought that this man was trying to intimidate the white-haired C-level trainee.

But no one expected the devil to lazily wave his hand and signal the purple-clothed Dealer standing behind him to explain the rules to everyone.

The Dealer respectfully bowed to the back of the chair and slowly began to speak.

"According to the master's instructions, the rules of the game are still Texas Hold 'em. The minimum bet is 05,555 chips."

05,555 chips?!

That was not a very high category. Not to mention the S class, if they really wanted to, the A class trainees could barely squeeze together.

Just as everyone was rubbing their hands and eager to leave an impression on the master, the purple-clothed Dealer smiled and announced the second rule.

"There are three rounds of raising. There is no upper limit to the amount of chips that can be raised each time, but the chips must be higher than the previous player's. In addition to folding on the spot, players must raise their chips in every round. If they fail to raise their chips, they will automatically forfeit the game. "

Everyone was in an uproar, and the bullet screen was abuzz with discussion.

[The initial bet of 05,555 chips may not be high for a high-level trainee, but the rule of having to raise chips is a little scary. One round is enough, but three rounds … shudder.jpg]

[Indeed, if a normal A-class player with only 05,555 or 15,555 chips goes up to play, it's very likely that he won't have any chips left to raise his chips in the first round. After all, the chips must be higher than the previous player's chips … If there is a big shot in the middle who has a good hand and directly doubles the bet, wouldn't you be forced to fold even if you have a good hand and don't have enough chips to call?]

[That's right … and this kind of folding is really depressing. You have to leave a total of 05,555 chips in the gambling pool. Although you can get a chance to sit at the same table as the master, the risk is too great. The loss outweighs the gain.]

[Sigh, you're all right. But this is the master we're talking about! The same table! Other things aside, if I really have the ability to do so, spending 05,555 chips to leave an impression on the master would be good.]

How could the trainees in Las Vegas not see through the fact that these low-level survivors could think through the bullet screen?

Even so, there were still countless fanatical admirers who wanted to sit at the central table.

After the Dealer in Purple announced the rules, countless high-level trainees raised their hands, indicating that they wanted to participate in the gambling at the central table.

Even a few S-class trainees came to join in the fun.

No.0's hearty laughter came from not far away. "Old Devil and I just left for a while, and this place is already so lively? Let's make it clear first, count us in. "

Beside him, Azan in Black crossed his arms. When he glanced at the Messiah at the table, he frowned, but in the end, he did not refute the exorcist's words.

On the other side, among the countless A-class trainees, they began to arrange themselves according to the number of chips they had, to determine the number of people who would sit at the central table.

In the end, there were ten people sitting at the central table.

No.6 Devil, No.7 Fan Zhuo, No.9 Azan in Black, No.0 Exorcist, No.2 Messiah, and No.65 Onmyoji.

In addition to these S-level big shots whose names could make people tremble, there were also three A-level big shots whose eyes were fixed on the main seat. In addition to Zong Jiu who was a C-level big shot, there were exactly ten players at the central gambling table.

Waiters in black and white tuxedos followed behind the ten players, holding champagne and towels in their hands. They pulled out seats and served them meticulously.

At this point, the development of the situation was completely out of Zong Jiu's control.

If No.6 was determined not to let Zong Jiu cheat at the table, he could have just asked for two or three hundred thousand chips.

However, No.6 did not do so. He only asked the purple-clothed officer to throw out a modified rule.

Now, Zong Jiu's biggest concern was not whether he could cheat at the central table, but whether he had enough chips.

He was not worried about his skills, or rather, he had the confidence and the means to cheat. But the rules set by No.6 seemed ordinary, and the threshold was only fifty thousand. But when he thought about it, the amount of chips needed was definitely more terrifying than the initial two or three hundred thousand. It was almost like a bottomless pit!

If Zong Jiu did not have enough chips and could not survive three rounds of raising, then even if he had a royal straight flush, he would be forced to fold.

Not to mention that Zong Jiu had just bought a bunch of leeks at the A-class table. If he could not enter the central table now, he could only settle for the next best thing, which was to temporarily return to the A-class area.

But because Zong Jiu's previous leeks were too exaggerated, no A-class trainees would be willing to gamble with him for a while. And ninety thousand chips was far from Zong Jiu's goal of entering Las Vegas.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu suddenly realized a problem.

He felt that this No. 6 was born to be at odds with him.

Last time, during the level evaluation, the No. 6 looked down at him with an amused gaze. Coincidentally, he was unlucky that time.

This time, Zong Jiu had finally hooked Fan Zhuo through Anthony, the spy, and had a legitimate reason to enter the central table. But now, No. 6 had suddenly jumped out and disrupted his plans.

At this time, he could not help but think of the "old enemy theory" that Zhuge An had mentioned.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the "joker" exposed by his sleeve. His light pink pupils were coated with a layer of dark light.

Unfortunately, everything was still the same as what Zong Jiu had told Zhuge An.

Magicians did not believe in fate.

Just as everyone was seated, the young man suddenly stood up from the table.

His thin shirt was so white that it glowed under the light. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slender fingers. His white hair flowed down, and his delicate skin glowed under the warm light.

Without a doubt, at this moment when the gambling was about to begin, everyone's attention was focused on his sudden movement.

"Sorry, I need to go to the washroom."

Zong Jiu picked up the purple card on the table and nodded to the others. He walked down the stairs and headed to the washroom without looking back.

When the people standing around the central table saw this, they began to whisper to each other.

"Sitting at the same table with so many big shots, this C-class can't be a little scared, right?"

"That's right. Physiological needs have been suspended during the competition. It's fine even if he doesn't eat or go to the washroom. If he wants to go to the washroom now, he might be trying to escape."

"Sigh, it's normal. Think about what kind of people are at the gambling table in the Central Committee. He's just a C-class. Winning 45,555 chips just now might have been due to luck. But looking at the situation at the central table, it doesn't seem like luck can solve it. What if those S-class big shots are in a good mood and raise the stakes to more than 655,555? Wouldn't the 45,555 that he just won go down the drain? In my opinion, it's better to recognize his position early and cut his losses in time. "

"That's true. Let's see if he can recognize the truth."

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In the midst of the noisy discussion, Zong Jiu walked into the washroom without a change in expression.

Aphrodite, who was made of pure gold, had a long scarf draped over her shoulders. Red wine flowed in the wine pool in her arms, making a dripping sound.

Everything in Las Vegas was luxurious and extravagant. Even the washrooms that almost no one used were in warm colors. They were luxurious and luxurious. There was nothing that wasn't beautiful.

The white-haired young man walked to the mirror on the sink, cupped a handful of cold water with his hands, and slowly washed his face.

The cold water droplets rolled down from his high brow bone, down his high nose, and into his chin.

Zong Jiu grabbed the ironed towel on the counter, wiped his face, and said coldly.

"Didn't you say the next time we meet is when I come to find you?"

He wiped away the water droplets from the corners of his eyes and looked up at the black-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Zhuge An didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at him calmly, and his eyes were deep in thought.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Zong Jiu threw the towel into the basket and waved his hand.

"I'm guessing … you came to me at this time. Are you here to give me chips?"

Zhuge An narrowed his eyes and finally spoke.

He didn't respond to Zong Jiu's probing. Instead, he changed the topic.

"Do you know … why everyone is so afraid of No. 6?"

He really didn't know. Since someone sent him information, it would be a waste if he didn't listen.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and made a gesture that said, "I'd like to hear more."

High level trainees all had their own unique skills that made them famous.

For example, Black Shirt Azan's Ghost Rearing Technique, Shaman's Nature Magic, Exorcist's Holy Water, etc.

Other than these people with specific mysterious professions, there were also people who became famous solely because of their special physiques obtained from scary dungeons. For example, the half-vampire Fan Zhuo, the No. 7 Psychic Physique, and the No. 4 Psychic Physique.

Other than the above, there was also a very rare type of ability user. For example, the No. 1 who could control the water element, and an A-level trainee who had the ability to track objects.

Compared to the other two, ability users were more flexible and had a higher upper limit. Their numbers were also so low that they were often ignored.

The No. 6 Devil was such an ability user.

"Manipulation, his ability is manipulation," Zhuge An said.

"Puppeteer, Puppet Master, Puppet Master, String Manipulator, Puppet Master … these are the best descriptions of No. 6's ability."

"He can manipulate others through strings without anyone noticing."

The black-haired man opened his wide palm and revealed a five.

"The Devil has a total of five Puppet Strings. They represent reading, subconscious, movement, mind, and soul invasion. There are prerequisites for each string to be implanted. Once all five Puppet Strings are implanted at the same time, the person implanted with the Puppet Strings will lose their self-awareness and directly become a walking corpse or a string puppet under the Devil's control. "

"The person he manipulates with the strings could be an NPC, a normal person, or even any trainee around him. The scariest thing is that his manipulation doesn't leave any traces and can't be detected. Anyone can be manipulated by him. The person implanted with the Puppet Strings won't feel anything. From one to five, anytime, anywhere, unknowingly. "

"He's everywhere."