Chapter 32

At this moment, without exception, everyone was anxiously watching the central table under the golden dome.

[Let me take a look at the current situation. One was caught cheating, one folded, and there are eight players left on the table. Other than the level C white-haired player, the rest are all in. Is that right?]

[That's right, the cards are about to be revealed. The prize pool is more than a million chips. If someone has a special card, they'll take it all.]

[Huh? Didn't you read the rules given by the main system? The rules in Las Vegas are different from reality. The prize in the prize pool will be divided according to proportion. If there's a special card type, you'll definitely get a bigger share. However, you won't get all the chips worth more than one million, unless there's a royal flush … Wait, let me see. Oh, if there's a royal flush, you should get exactly one million.]

[Stop joking. How could he possibly get a royal royal flush? Have you never played cards before?]

[I'm dying of laughter. You've never played before. There are already three community spades on the table. Why can't there be a royal flush?]

The bullet screen was noisy, and the gambling table was full of swords and crossbows. It was the most critical moment.

The exorcist whistled. "Since everyone is in, why don't we reveal our cards?"

At this moment, Zong Jiu spoke again. "Wait."

The white-haired youth smiled. "It's not fair to reveal our cards directly."

In the eyes of those who were looking forward to this scene, these words were simply inexplicable to the extreme.

"There's no such thing as fair or unfair. Have you never played cards before?"

"That's right. Everyone's all in. How is it unfair?"

In the face of these doubts, Zong Jiu's expression didn't change at all.

"Although everyone has bet all in, some people have put in more chips, while others have put in less."

He gave an example. "For example, I'm the one with the least chips."

"Think about it carefully. If everyone's in, the person with the most chips will get the same treatment as me. Isn't that unfair?"

The others were stunned.

"That seems to be the case."

"It seems logical."

The person at the head of the table put down his wine glass and rested his chin on his crossed hands. The interest in his eyes grew stronger.

No one would wake up early if there were no benefits. If there were no ulterior motives, who would talk so much here?

No one understood this principle better than the demons.

It was precisely because of this that he was even more curious about the other party's next move.

The white-haired young man, who was the focus of everyone's attention, revealed a standard mysterious smile that belonged to a great magician. He gently placed his index finger on his lips.

Zong Jiu didn't even realize that he was already treating Las Vegas as his first stage after his comeback. He couldn't wait to put on a show.

The white-haired youth turned his gaze to the head of the dark green table. "The solution is simple. Why don't we start with the player with the lowest chips? The player with the highest chips should have the capital to play the finale."

When he said this, Zong Jiu deliberately turned his gaze and looked directly at the person sitting at the head of the table.

That pair of light pink eyes were shockingly bright under the dim light, as if they were burning with a bright light that made one's heart palpitate.

The beauty that burst forth at this moment was indescribable.

"What do you think?"

Without a doubt, he was provoking and arrogant enough.

What a pair of beautiful eyes.

The demon licked his lips and downed the cold red wine in his glass.

It had been a long time since someone dared to directly invite him like this.

It was undeniable that he was excited.

The Dealer in purple frowned. "Las Vegas has never had a precedent like this before …"

However, before she could finish her sentence, she was lazily interrupted.

"Sure."

Everyone looked at No. 6 in shock.

Zong Jiu smiled and clapped. "Since I've received your approval, I'll make a fool of myself."

He had achieved his goal.

At the same time, Zong Jiu quickly contacted the main system.

He had made a very dangerous and frightening decision.

Previously, Zong Jiu had only used [Sheng Yu's relationship with No. 6] and [NPC doctor's relationship with No. 6] to exchange chips with the main system. He still had a trump card in his hand.

The clue [Mentor is No. 6] was his trump card and also Zong Jiu's biggest bet.

He was betting on whether or not the main system was as he had guessed, a high-dimensional program with no emotions and only rules.

From the beginning to the end, he had not seen the main system give out any orders or instructions that were subjective.

All the survival trainees' graves were, without exception, terrifying dungeons. As for the main system, unless it violated the unshakable iron law of the infinite loop, the main system would never actively endanger the survival trainees' lives. Just like when he first entered the infinite loop, the trainees who entered the studio could escape, but those who did not could only die.

All of the decisions made by the main system were cold and mechanical.

If Zong Jiu made the right bet, then even if he told the main system that his mentor was No. 6, the main system would not overstep its authority to kill him. Instead, he could use this information to threaten the demon in the main system and get what he wanted.

As for the wrong bet … Maybe he would be killed on the spot, or his soul would be scattered, or there would be something even more terrifying.

Who cared?

Gamblers only enjoyed their incomparable conceit. As for the possibility of losing the bet?

That was definitely not something they would care about.

When the two cards were revealed, everyone was shocked.

The next moment, the exclamations almost overturned the dome with the murals of the Olympian gods.

There was no other reason other than the 65 of spades and the Q of spades that were shining on the table.

[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, who just said a royal royal flush, the great prophet!!!]

[This, this, this, this, this, this, this, I'm dumbfounded.]

[A royal royal flush, amazing, who would have thought. No wonder this white-haired guy is so brave. Good guy, I'm calling him good guy, so this is what he was waiting for.]

[Who just said that a royal royal flush could get a million chips, that's a million … My God, I'm going to die.]

[Wait a minute, doesn't that mean that he's taken everyone at the gambling table into consideration? He didn't even know who he was facing …]

When this sentence came out, the bullet screen went silent.

Compared to the discussion in the live stream, the casino was already silent.

Everyone understood the meaning behind Zong Jiu's series of actions.

First, he called for everyone to go all in, then he tried to be the first to reveal his cards. Everyone was puzzled as to why he was able to remain calm in front of so many big shots.

After this round, it was no wonder he was so calm and confident, he had already been prepared.

If Zong Jiu had waited until the third round to reveal his cards, then no one would have blamed him.

Although it was normal for everyone to go all in when they were high, he just had to play so many tricks. He used the fact that even the C-level bosses didn't take him seriously and set a trap for everyone to jump into one by one.

This was a blatant calculation, an open conspiracy.

However, no one knew if such a bold move would incur the displeasure of this Lord.

Even the other S-level and A-level bosses at the same table were frowning.

However, Zong Jiu, who was in the middle of the storm, was calm and collected, he even had the mood to order a shot of tequila from the waiter.

It was not shameful to cheat, it was shameful to flip the cards later.

Anyway, he had gambled and flipped the cards, he had done all the preparatory work that he could.

The final result, whether it would be one of them who unseated the devil and split the prize, or if they would be cheated, could only be left to fate.

Zong Jiu guessed that at this time, the main system had already informed the devil that he knew the identity of the mentor.

Although Zong Jiu didn't know who the mentor was, the tarot cards told him that the devil was either the mentor himself, or the devil used some unknown method to control the original mentor.

Most importantly, the main system determined that this information couldn't be revealed casually, or it could be said that it wasn't the right time to reveal it yet. Otherwise, why didn't the devil just sit in the mentor's seat and work so hard to be the mastermind behind the scenes?

Everyone was silent, waiting for a result.

Unexpectedly, after a few minutes, the person in the main seat still didn't make any moves.

The man still sat in the scarlet chair in an elegant and dangerous posture, his half-length black braids slid down his shoulders. He lowered his gaze slightly and casually looked at the two cards in front of him.

Very few people knew that these two cards were exactly the same as the two cards that were flipped over just now.

The devil crossed his white-gloved hands and slowly rubbed them, as if he was subconsciously in some kind of deep thought.

Light and shadow spread out from the top of his head, white wings fell from the bright side, and ominous shadows covered the dark side.

Just when everyone thought that something bad was about to happen, the devil suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Hahahahaha —"

The laughter got louder and louder, from low to high, and finally to shrill, making everyone's hair stand on end.

He stood up from his high seat, his black leather shoes stepping on the crystal chandelier's reflection, closed his eyes, and laughed loudly as if there was no one around. He was like the legendary Gotham Clown, who was associated with evil and darkness. He was also like the crazy red-haired Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. He was immersed in his own world.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this wasn't a sneer or a mocking laugh, but a genuine laugh.

It was a joy that came from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, no one knew why he was laughing so happily. But there was no doubt that while this scene sent chills down everyone's spine, it was also filled with an indescribable strange bewitchment.

The Purple Dealer reminded him softly, "Sir, you can't leave your seat for a long time during the game."

After the cards were dealt, from the three rounds of raising until the result of the game, it was absolutely forbidden to leave the table. If the player insisted on leaving for more than three minutes, the main system would treat it as folding.

Obviously, three minutes had passed, and unfortunately, because all the community cards had been dealt, there was no way to fold now.

Soon, the main system's cold voice sounded, [No.6 forfeits the right to gamble.]

No one would have thought that in a situation where there was no option to fold, No. 6 would actually choose to give up the bet directly.

This meant that he wouldn't be able to get back all the chips he had spent in this game.

However, the devil seemed to be unaware of this.

His dark golden eyes stared at the white-haired youth standing there, and he suddenly took a step forward.

His leather shoes stepped on the soft, golden-red carpet, leaving a long shadow behind. Every step he took brought the darkness closer by two degrees.

This process seemed to be very long, very long. It was so long that it seemed to have been half a century. It made people feel extremely oppressed, dangerous, and the illusion that they were walking on the edge of death.

He crossed the line that represented danger to strangers and closed the distance between them to only an arm's length.

However, Zong Jiu stood there as if he had nothing to do with this. He didn't take a step back, and even raised a polite smile.

Fuck.

Zong Jiu still had the mind to curse.

Did the people in the infinite loop use survival points to increase their height? Why are they all so much taller than me?

He thought that his height of 6.3 meters was not bad, but he didn't expect to be looked down at by two people. It was really annoying.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, the devil did something that no one expected.

He suddenly pulled out the budding red rose from his chest.

There was a series of gasps around them.

This was the legendary Lord!

The distance between the two of them was very close, so close that Zong Jiu could see the sparkling dew on the scarlet petals. He could see the sticky malice in the pair of eyes opposite him, as if they wanted to drag him into a quagmire and into a dark golden prison that would imprison him forever.

No one knew the meaning of the action of pulling out the rose, but everyone knew that the red rose was one of the devil's signature items.

Could it be that he felt that this white-haired C class was talented and wanted to express his appreciation?

Haha.

If it wasn't for the sharp killing intent emanating from the other party's body, Zong Jiu would have believed him.

In fact, he was now shrouded in the shadow of the other party's tall body, and his muscles were tense.

Seeing the white-haired youth's vigilant eyes, the devil laughed again.

He lowered his voice and handed the red rose over. His voice was hoarse and seductive, like the whispers between lovers.

"I like you very much."