Chapter 30

Under the dome, the white-haired youth walked back with his hands in his pockets and climbed up the golden stairs again.

Everyone was surprised by Zong Jiu's return.

【Damn, why did this newbie come back? Sigh, young people just don't listen to advice. Do they have to lose fifty thousand chips at the gambling table? Wouldn't it be better to exchange it for survival points?】

[That's right. With this outcome, don't even talk about the 05,555 chips, even the 45,555 that I won with much difficulty from the A-level table will probably go down the drain … Damn, it's clearly not my chips, but why do I feel the same heartache!]

[Why are newbies nowadays so arrogant and incompetent? I was a genuine fan when I saw him play poker cards. Sigh, if he really goes to the central gambling table and faces so many big shots, it won't be easy to clean up the mess if he embarrasses himself.]

【My bad habit of feeling embarrassed for others is back.】

Not only were the comments from the audience, but the trainees in the venue were also in disbelief as they whispered to each other.

"He took a really long time to go to the washroom this time. The purple Dealer clearly said that if he didn't see anyone in five minutes, he would immediately start the game. I didn't think he would be able to make it back in time."

"Do you think this C-level wants to leave an impression in front of that big shot? It'll be good when the time comes …"

"Who knows. Anyway, he's back now. If he doesn't fight back, he'll take the ninety thousand and leave with his tail between his legs."

"Yeah, he'll either make a name for himself or become a joke."

Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

He had a meaningful smile on his face. He didn't avoid or hide, but instead provocatively raised his eyebrows at the main seat of the gambling table. He casually sat down in the seat pulled out by the waiter.

Interesting.

This attitude was completely different from before. It was obvious that he was confident in his victory.

What had changed?

The devil narrowed his eyes. His cold pupils were like deep pools of eerie arcs, making people unable to see the end of them.

He clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Since everyone is here, let's begin."

"Yes, big shot."

The purple Dealer respectfully saluted him and began to prepare to deal the cards.

Inside and outside the arena, there was complete silence. Everyone watched anxiously and expectantly as the gambling house progressed.

The two cards were handed out one by one in a clockwise order. When they landed in the hands of the ten people, they were immediately pressed down by their bent fingers.

Zong Jiu sat at the bottom of the round gambling table, facing the devil at the top. They were like two ends of light and darkness.

This time, Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to change his cards.

He followed everyone's actions and pretended to look down at his own cards.

Even though Zong Jiu had exchanged for three days of flexible hands from the system, his hands had only recovered to the peak level of the card magician he used to be. If he could earn more chips in Las Vegas, he might be able to further strengthen his hands and even surpass his former peak.

There was only one purple Dealer in all of Las Vegas. When he was at the A-level table, the red Dealer seemed to have sensed his change of cards. Maybe the higher-level Dealer had other trump cards. To be safe, Zong Jiu decided to bide his time for now.

All in all, he only needed to change his cards when the last card was revealed. He could wait until all five community cards were revealed.

This time, Zong Jiu did not plan to be merciful. Not only did he want to take advantage of the situation, he wanted to take advantage of it.

After all, he had a grudge with No. 6.

Thinking about the three pieces of information he had divined, Zong Jiu could not help but laugh coldly in his heart.

His opponent was bullying him. How could he tolerate it? It would be unreasonable if he did not return the favor with a big gift.

"The cards have been dealt. The first round of betting begins."

Maybe it was because it was the first round, but everyone wanted to test the waters. Everyone at the table tacitly did not raise their chips too high.

According to the rules, the person with the highest bet had priority. However, the devil waved his hand with interest, indicating that they should start with his left hand and that he would be the finale.

No one else objected.

If they were ranked by the number of chips, this person would undoubtedly be the top. If he was the first to raise, he would happily bet a few hundred thousand chips. This table would probably be over. It would be perfect for him to be the finale.

Zong Jiu raised his chips all the way until he raised ten thousand chips. At the end of the round, No. 6 lazily threw out fifty thousand chips.

The Dealer froze his chips and flipped over the first three cards.

Eight of Hearts, Ace of Spades, and Jack of Spades.

This card …

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes as he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Maybe it was because they were not professional players, but the moment the cards were revealed, everyone at the table had a lot of subtle expressions. Zong Jiu quickly scanned the table and had a rough idea of what was going on.

Just as everyone held their breaths and prepared for the second round of betting, the purple-clothed Dealer suddenly raised her hand and signaled for a pause.

She walked straight to an A-level trainee and said in a gentle tone, "Sir, please raise your left hand."

The A-level trainee who was called out stiffened.

His gaze was evasive as he retracted his hand and said sternly, "What are you doing?!"

The Dealer did not need to speak again. The person at the head of the table lazily raised her finger.

The A-level trainee was horrified to find that his left arm was suddenly out of control. It was as if it was being pulled by something irresistible. He was suddenly pulled up from the dark green table into the air.

Two cards fell from his open sleeves and rolled under the table.

The owner of the card was suspended in mid-air, and he could only watch this scene with his eyes wide open.

Boom —

This unforeseen event almost caused an uproar in the entire casino.

The audience's discussion was like an avalanche that could topple mountains and overturn seas.

"He was caught cheating. What kind of social death scene is this …"

"This A-level trainee is quite brave. He cheated openly at the central table with so many people watching. That purple-clothed Dealer is not someone to be trifled with. There's only one purple-clothed dealer in the entire casino. "

"It's fine if he cheated, but he was caught by the Dealer and refused to admit it. In the end, he was hammered to death by No. 6. This is too embarrassing."

"Actually, it's okay. After all, Las Vegas doesn't stipulate that a thousand must pay with a life. It's just that a lot of chips will be deducted. If I remember correctly, it should be three times the deduction? Wow, a total of 605,555 chips. Even this A-level trainee can't afford it. "

The endless discussions were mixed with merciless mockery, which made the A-level trainee extremely embarrassed.

The main system's judgment was immediately issued.

[A-level trainee Wei Zhenghao cheated. Immediately deducting three times the starting bet. Implementation confirmed.]

The balance of the purple-clothed card on the side immediately jumped to a bright red negative number.

Under the golden chandelier, No. 6 said coldly, "I don't like ants who have no strength and still want to show off in public."

The man's finger on the table fell, and the A-level trainee was directly thrown out of the central gambling pool. He fell heavily on the smooth golden floor of the hall like a broken sack.

The whispers stopped abruptly. People looked up with eyes full of fear and reverence.

No one saw how the devil made his move.

Even No. 7 Fan Zhuo, who was sitting at the gambling table, was the same.

He thoughtfully stroked the cold handle of his military knife, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

The purple-clothed Dealer put away the A-level card and returned to the gambling table.

"Next, let's start the second round of raising."

Perhaps because the probing was eliminated, or because there were only nine people left at the gambling table, this round of raising was much more intense.

As the only C-level trainee at the gambling table, the white-haired youth was the center of attention. Everyone was guessing how far he could go at the gambling table, and whether he would be eliminated in this round.

The exorcist laughed. "Old man, since you're betting forty thousand, I'll bet fifty thousand. Anyway, the two of us are just playing. There's no point in raising the stakes too high. "

The exorcist had originally dragged the black-clothed Azan over to join in the fun. They didn't care about winning or losing. Moreover, rashly raising the stakes would easily attract hatred.

He was able to reach his current position of No. 0. He didn't join any organization, but he had a good relationship with each individual. He was a qualified Master Duanshui. If he could sell his personal feelings, the exorcist would generally do so.

In addition to the S-level trainees, there were A-level and C-level trainees at this table. Everyone was a newcomer, and they knew the hardships involved. Since it didn't matter whether they won or lost, there was no need to deliberately raise the stakes and ungracefully push people off the gambling table at this time.

It was better to leave a way out for others in the future.

Zong Jiu smiled at the exorcist in a friendly manner.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a gentle voice from the side.

The blond saint pushed out the chips in front of him, his tone gentle.

"One hundred thousand."

Everyone was in an uproar.

[Ah … The saint is sitting in front of the white-haired C-level. If he raises one hundred thousand, then wouldn't the C-level have to take out more chips than one hundred thousand?]

[That's true, but the problem is that I remember that this C-level only has ninety thousand chips from the A-level table. He doesn't have one hundred thousand. Wait, if he doesn't have enough chips, does he have to fold?]

[I don't understand what the saint is doing … Speaking of which, sisters, don't you feel that he seems to have changed a lot? Previously in the mental hospital, he even smiled when he saw He Jianlan die. I always feel that he's been a bit strange ever since he became a trainee.]

[Strange + 6]

After this bullet screen appeared, countless different voices appeared in the livestream.

[Upstairs, can you stop slandering people? I also saw the live broadcast at the mental hospital. The saint was not free to save He Jianlan. Now that you're saying it, it's as if the saint deliberately caused her death. When He Jianlan was caught by a ghost, didn't the saint immediately take out the high priest's staff to help?]

[That's right. If it wasn't for the unsolvable existence, how could the saint not be able to save her?]

[These newbies only know how to talk nonsense. We seniors know best what kind of person the Messiah is. When we were still newbies, she helped us a lot. It's really uncomfortable for you to make wild guesses about her. Besides, this is the central gambling table. If you fold, you only need to pay 05,555 chips. It's better than betting like a bottomless pit and only realizing that you've lost all your money when you reveal your trump card.]

[That's right. The saint is obviously helping this C-level. You don't understand her good intentions and have to twist it. I'm speechless.]

.....

Zong Jiu looked at Messiah on his right.

There was still a refreshing smile on the other party's face. His blue eyes were curved, like the clear blue sky after the rain, without any haze.

"Sorry, I acted on my own accord."

When he saw the white-haired youth looking over, he explained softly, "This is only the second round. If you wait until the third round, you'll probably have to raise the chips to more than a hundred thousand. Folding now is the wisest choice. Don't be blinded by the high stakes in the prize pool."

"For a C-level, you're already very good to be able to get ninety thousand chips."

Messiah's voice was laced with worry. It sounded as if she was genuinely concerned about him.

If Zong Jiu really placed Messiah in the position of a peerless good person, he probably wouldn't feel that there was anything wrong with his words.

But the problem was —

Zong Jiu clearly knew that there was a big problem with Messiah. After all, the reason he was able to get an S-level in the first dungeon was not unrelated to the two moles, Sheng Yu and Messiah.

The saint was definitely not as good as he appeared to be.

He seemed to be considerate and considerate of others, but in reality, everything he did was for his own benefit. He was so cold that it made people's hair stand on end. He was more evil than anyone else.

Unfortunately, the divination only had three initial times. The next time had to wait for twelve hours. Otherwise, Zong Jiu would have divined whether Messiah and No.6 had some unknown connection.

The white-haired youth no longer looked at him. He turned around and handed the purple gold card to the Dealer. "A hundred thousand."

He turned around and met the blond saint's stunned gaze. He smiled hypocritically. "Thank you for your kindness, Saint, but I have confidence in myself."

"… Maybe I'll be the final winner."

This arrogant statement not only attracted the attention of the surrounding audience, but also the people at the gambling table.

Fan Zhuo crossed his arms. His dark red eyes were full of deep meaning.

The exorcist praised his boldness and seemed to admire his courage.

The black-clothed Azan did not move. Instead, he looked at Fan Zhuo with a scrutinizing gaze.

The other A-level and No.65S all had different expressions. One of them openly sneered, as if mocking the C-level for overestimating himself.

"Your words are really courageous."

The devil slowly clapped for him. His dark golden eyes stared straight at the white-haired youth. He had no intention of hiding his strong interest in him.

Messiah was stunned. She immediately put on a gentle smile. "My actions were unnecessary. Little brother, please forgive me."

Zong Jiu put on a fake smile and waved his hand, indicating that he did not take it to heart.

The second round of betting ended. The Dealer flipped over the fourth community card.

King of Spades.

Zong Jiu immediately closed his left hand.

He realized that his worst premonition had come true.

In Texas poker, there was a special deck that was second to none. It was called the Royal Flush.

The Royal Flush referred to five cards of any suit: A, K, Q, J, and 65. The probability of them appearing was extremely low. Because the probability of them appearing was so low, it meant that the Goddess of Luck was watching over them.

The Royal Flush was above all other cards. Once it appeared, it meant that the "Emperor" had appeared. The game was over.

King of Spades, Ace of Spades, and Jack of Spades appeared in the community card.

Zong Jiu only needed to change his cards to the 65 of spades and the Q of spades, and he would have a perfect royal royal flush.

But now …

If Zong Jiu guessed correctly, these were the two cards that No.6 had.

His intuition told him that no matter what No.6's trump card was, it would definitely be these two cards when the time came. After all, there was no better card than a royal straight flush. Moreover, the fact that there were consecutive Aces, K, and J in the same suit in the community card made him think so.

Everyone knew that it was impossible for two identical cards to appear on the table.

If it appeared, it meant that someone had cheated.

The white-haired young man looked up.

After noticing Zong Jiu's gaze, No.6 casually pulled off his tie across the table and gave him an ambiguous and dangerous smile.

Zong Jiu did not believe that the appearance of the three community cards was an accident.

Although he did not see it with his eyes, the devil must have used some advanced method that he did not know of to cheat.

Thinking about this guy's other hidden identity, Zong Jiu felt that it was understandable.

Therefore, the problem that Zong Jiu was facing was —

The two of them might have cheated together.