Chapter 31

After Zong Jiu pushed out 655,555 chips, the entire casino fell silent for a moment.

The stakes continued to be raised, jumping from the white-haired youth to the next No. 65. Soon, another round had passed.

At this moment, the Dealer finished calculating his chips.

After two rounds of betting, the chips on the entire central gambling table had already reached as high as 155,555 yuan. The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

[It's going to be the third round of betting soon. I wonder who will get the prize pool.]

[To be honest, I think this is really too much … but it's really so nerve-wracking and exciting! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[Let's just blindly guess who will sweep the entire field. Actually, I don't think there's even a need to look. There's no suspense at all, alright?]

[Let's not talk about this for now. I want to know why this Grade C went to the bathroom and came out with a hundred thousand chips, dumbfounded.jpg]

Not only the bullet screen, but the trainees were also discussing this issue.

"Wasn't there only 45,555 chips on the A-level table?"

"Yeah, I remember that too. So, how did he get his 655,555 chips?"

"Could it be that he still has some items that he hasn't exchanged?"

"What are you thinking? He's just a newbie, how could he … I'm more inclined to think that some big shot helped him."

As these people discussed, they continued to watch the situation at the central gambling table.

Zong Jiu sat upright and still, looking down at his two trump cards.

At first, he was just guessing, but now that he saw the evil smile on the demon's face, he knew that the collision was most likely a done deal.

This … As the saying went, whoever wore the same outfit would be embarrassed. If they were to be cheated, it would definitely be awkward for the person who didn't have a backer.

Zong Jiu was well aware of this. If they were to compete in terms of background, he would never be able to win against this devil.

This person also had another identity as a teacher. There was a natural difference in status between him and contestants like them. It was also likely that this was related to the main system.

As for why Zong Jiu knew, it was because of his omnipotent divination!

Zong Jiu muttered three questions in his mind as he performed the divination in the bathroom.

[Question 6: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu and No. 6?]

Result: Devil, correct.

Question 7: What is the relationship between Sheng Yu, the F-level trainee, and No.6?

Result: Devil, correct.

Question 8: What is the relationship between the mentor of the thriller trainees and No. 6?

Result: Devil, correct.

In tarot divination, the interpretation of the card would be completely different whether it was in the right or wrong position.

But the problem was that Zong Jiu did not even pull out a single inversion. He drew three cards, and each time, he drew the same card. Combined with the information that Zhuge An had told him before, these three were easily found out by him from the legendary Devil Disguise that no one could recognize.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man's gaze suddenly turned and fixed on one point.

Just behind the central gambling table, a slender black figure was leaning against the wall and looking over. His whole body was indifferent, and he did not fit in with this luxurious casino.

Zong Jiu saw that Zhuge An was looking at him. His line of sight briefly paused for two seconds, and then quietly moved away.

He felt that this guy was definitely here to watch the show.

At that moment, the Dealer flipped open the last community card.

Five of Clubs.

Actually, it didn't matter whether this card appeared or not. There were already three spades in the community cards. It was enough to make a royal flush.

The Dealer in purple smiled. "All the community cards have been revealed. After the five-minute break, the last round of betting will begin."

Everyone at the gambling table looked at the five community cards with different expressions.

The five-minute break was also a short time to think.

Fan Zhuo crossed his arms and looked at the Dealer sharply.

The Exorcist was chatting casually with Azan in black. They were not talking about the bet, and it seemed like they did not care about it.

The Messiah was still sitting there with a gentle smile, like a holy light shining on everything.

The Yin Yang Master rubbed his hands nervously and looked up at the others from time to time. His posture was uneasy.

As for the other two A-level trainees, they stared at No. 6 with fanatical eyes throughout the whole process. They wished they could kneel down on the spot and worship him as if he was a god.

The demon was still sitting on the velvet chair, casually playing with a glass full of scarlet wine in his hand.

No matter how fancy his movements were, not a single drop of the dark wine spilled out of the glass. The pure white gloves shone coldly under the light from the crystal chandelier.

Zong Jiu sighed.

It was useless to think too much. The most important thing now was to change the two cards in his hand.

Although Zong Jiu trusted his methods, he still decided to use the most cautious approach. There was no harm in being cautious. What if he saw a ghost in the middle of the night?

The white-haired young man raised his hand lazily and waved behind him.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The attendant standing guard behind him immediately responded and leaned forward to inquire.

Zong Jiu whispered a few words, and the waiter immediately followed the order and walked toward the resting area of the central casino.

Because of this gesture, the others whispered with lingering fear.

"F * ck, this familiar scene is happening again."

"Do you think this white-haired C-level will ask the waiter to get another 'Beginner's Guide to Texas Poker' …"

"It's not impossible. The guide is so thick, how can he finish it?"

Zong Jiu who heard their whispers: "…?"

As a former magician, Zong Jiu could use the tricks and techniques of a magician to perfection.

A magician's performance on stage was almost completely different from how it was in daily life. On stage, they were good at using words. They used exaggerated expressions, exaggerated body movements, and words to divert the audience's attention to achieve their goal.

Although Zong Jiu was quiet as a virgin off the stage and looked very cold, once he was on the stage, he had to jump up and down like a rabbit with schizophrenia. But this was something that couldn't be helped. This was what magicians did for a living. Not only did they have to deceive people's eyes, but they also had to deceive people's minds. If you went on stage with a cold face and didn't interact with the audience, the performance of the magic would be greatly reduced.

Because of this, magicians were also known as deceivers.

Just like how Zong Jiu took out the "Texas Poker Beginner's Guide," his real purpose was to stir up trouble in that atmosphere. He didn't want to cheat anyone, but he wanted to make those trainees at the A-level table restless. That way, his goal would be achieved.

But he was a very professional magician. He wouldn't use the same trick twice in a short period of time.

Therefore, Zong Jiu had to change his method of deceit.

Soon, under the curiosity of others, the waiter in tuxedo returned to the gambling table with a tray.

This time, the tray didn't hold the 'Beginner's Guide to Texas Poker' with a dark green cover. Instead, it was a small cigarette box with a silver skull logo on it.

Zong Jiu tore open the cover and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. The waiter quickly bent down to light it for him.

"Zeng —"

The golden-red flame jumped up on the cold iron cover of the lighter and gently licked the end of the cigarette.

He lowered his head and skillfully took a puff. The flame burned the cigarette red and lit the tobacco.

The young man's well-defined fingers held the cigarette and his sleeves were rolled up to half his arm. He gently placed it on the dark green tablecloth of the gambling table.

His pure white hair flowed down from his shoulders. His thin chin was slightly raised, revealing a white and slender swan neck. When he raised his head, he had the fragile beauty of a swan's death in a Russian opera.

He squinted his eyes lazily and covered the beautiful red at the corner of his lips. He exhaled through the light-colored smoke, outlining a blurred and dreamy picture. It stopped in the rainbow color of the crystal.

At this moment, he didn't look like a human. Instead, he looked like a charming ghost in the boundless autumn moon.

After taking a puff, Zong Jiu swept away the ashes and smiled. "Sorry, I'm addicted to smoking again."

Although he said that, he had no intention of stopping.

Absolute silence.

Everyone watched the white-haired beauty puff out smoke. Every time he exhaled, his silhouette became more and more indistinct.

After the thick smoke covered the air, the interesting line of sight in the dark golden pupils was also blocked.

Under the ambiguous light, everything was far away. Only the faint smoke remained.

It was like a drop of mosquito blood buried deep in the heart.

Whoa, it's done.

Zong Jiu frowned at the smoke in his heart. He quickly used the smoke as cover to tamper with the two cards spread out on the table.

This was his trump card. He could steal the sky without anyone noticing. No matter how many people stared at him, he could divert their attention and hit the mark without exception.

After Zong Jiu was done, he looked up and saw that the Purple Dealer was still standing behind No. 6. He didn't seem to notice at all.

He had to finish the act. Since he lit the cigarette, he couldn't waste it.

Zong Jiu felt the stimulation of the smoke flowing through his lungs. His mind became clearer.

If the devil cheated the same way as him, there were only two results.

Either the devil with higher authority than him used some method to make the Purple Dealer determine that Zong Jiu cheated.

Or both of them were royal flushes and the Central Gambling Pool's prize money would be split in half.

Based on the current clues, the second result was more likely.

According to the clues given by Zhuge An, Zong Jiu was more inclined to believe that the main system was an emotionless terminal program.

Emotionless meant that it was fair and just. It was inflexible and unreasonable.

Although Zong Jiu didn't know what kind of deal the devil made with the main system, from what he could see, the devil wasn't completely free of worries.

If it was really as he speculated, the devil had the same authority as the main system. He wouldn't have made such a big deal out of giving him an 'f' during the rating process.

The Purple Dealer didn't notice when he changed the cards, so this option could most likely be eliminated.

In conclusion, Zong Jiu took a risk and deduced that No. 6 didn't have enough authority to control everything.

Just like No. 6's mysterious Puppeteer ability, it seemed scary, but it had some kind of harsh restriction.

So, should he take a gamble?

The smoke burned to the end.

The white-haired young man turned his wrist and put out the cigarette in the tray of water the waiter was holding.

When he put out the cigarette, Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at her.

Behind the central gambling table, the black figure had already disappeared.

Let's take a gamble.

If you don't take a gamble, how can you seek riches from danger? How can you get the tiger cub from the tiger's den? A gambling dog would never admit defeat!

Most importantly — —

To be honest, he didn't want to give up a single cent to the devil.

"Everyone, I have a suggestion."

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly smiled.

"Since it's the last round, why don't we play something more interesting, like …"

The young man's thin lips moved slightly as he pushed out the chips in his hand. "Let's go all in."

This suggestion ignited everyone's anticipation and pushed it to the highest point.

[Holy sh * t, the newbie is amazing. Go all in, you're really something. jpg]

[Newbies nowadays are so stubborn. They worked so hard to earn their chips, and they're going all in just like that? Don't they want to give themselves a way out?]

[Ah, why do you all think that way? Am I the only one who thinks that this newbie's trump card is good? Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm and have the courage to suggest going all in. But if he really is the winner, then the other bigwigs who are going all in will suffer a huge loss. Their bets must be more than this newbie's.]

[You're right, but you've neglected the premise of the problem. The premise is that this newbie has to win. If he can't win, then say something.]

The person at the head of the table sized him up with an indecipherable gaze, then suddenly chuckled.

"Sure." The devil readily agreed.

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this newbie wasn't hiding among the bigwigs. Instead, he was eager to do something.

The exorcist laughed. "All in? That's a big bet. Looks like we can't just join in the fun. "

Sitting beside him, Azan in black coldly crossed his arms. "It doesn't matter, go all in then."

He didn't feel the pinch. Azan in black wasn't very good at gambling. As early as when he entered Las Vegas, he carried a backpack full of materials to the front desk and directly used chips to exchange for the items he liked. He didn't even go down to gamble. The remaining balance in his card was won from the exorcist when he had a solo fight with him.

After the two Rank S players expressed their stance, Fan Zhuo finally lifted his gaze from the back of his hand.

He once again looked at Zong Jiu with a very strange gaze. His wrist pressed down diagonally, and he used the hilt of his knife to push the card surface out of the table.

Another all in!

Four Rank S players went all in, and the money in the prize pool exceeded one million.

At this moment, the two Rank A players clenched their teeth and chose all in at almost the same time. The No.65 Yin Yang Master furrowed his brows and finally raised his hand to fold.

When he left the gambling table, his expression was rather unsightly.

Folding in this kind of situation was indeed a shameful thing to do. But fortunately, the others all went all in, and the Yin Yang Master confirmed the fact that his cards were really bad.

Originally, he wanted to be a blind cat that hit a dead mouse, but now it seemed that there was no need to waste his chips. He might as well put down his bets and withdraw as soon as possible.

Now, there were only eight people left at the table.

The winner would be the one who would emerge victorious.

It was on the verge of breaking out.