28. Chapter 28

The center of the highest painted dome in the Golden Hall is exactly opposite to the central gambling table that everyone is paying attention to.

The eyes of the whole Las Vegas are focused on the screen facing the central gambling table, and so are the audience in the live broadcast room outside the venue.

Exclamations, gasps, murmurs... one after another, endless.

[Oh my God, it's that adult——! ]

[Ahhhhhh, I'm already incoherent, I just know to move my hands to take screenshots frantically]

[I just switched out to take a look at the forum, the forum has exploded, I rushed to the live broadcast room, wow wow wow luckily I caught up]

This is the first time that all the survivors have seen this adult so close.

No.1, the devil.

No one knows his real name, the only thing everyone knows is this code name that has been deified in an infinite loop.

No one dares to make an accurate conclusion about how terrible he is, because all rumors involving the word "demon" have been turned into legends, so that he has ascended to the supreme altar and can only be admired.

Few people have actually seen him, and everything only exists by word of mouth.

All that is left for the survivors is the unshakable record scores in the horror dungeon, and the action mode of always fighting alone, regardless of enemy and friend, and the elusive track and whereabouts. Everything is covered in the gray mist, with indescribable fear.

In the extreme environment of infinite loop where everyone admires the strong, countless people come one after another, worship him as the god in their minds, the creator of the new era, and follow him fanatically. This deformed worship and admiration for the strong even makes these followers become a kind of existence similar to a cult organization. Willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

But it is obvious that all of this is a spontaneous organization. The demon himself, who is the number 1, has never expressed his opinion on this.

Yes, a person of his level does not need to create his own power or recruit followers like others.

No need, even less disdain.

But it is precisely because of this that such indifference and contempt for everyone like ants make the followers more fanatical.

The man sat under the spotlight, with half-long black hair tied behind his head with a scarlet headband, sliding diagonally down the shoulders of his suit.

He exuded an extremely contradictory and cold aura, walking on the boundary between elegance and madness like a tightrope, like a black hole in the universe that can annihilate light, easily grabbing the attention of others and sinking into the deep and gloomy evil thoughts.

Full of dangerous, extreme, and amazing personality charm.

The young man stood behind Fan Zhuo, raised his eyes through the black and gold shoulder straps of his military uniform, and happened to look at him.

Facing the dark golden eyes hidden under the black hair, like some kind of cold-blooded animal, Zong Jiu felt uneasy.

This time, he was the first to look away.

The trembling feeling he felt during the second level rating climbed up his spine from Zong Jiu's tailbone again, carrying with it a sticky malice that was hard to ignore.

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

Zong Jiu had only felt this kind of gaze from one person.

Fan Zhuo frowned.

"Since it is a public gambling table, players can of course participate freely, please do as you please."

"You can't say that."

The devil smiled, "Since I am the dealer who decides the rules of the game, the threshold chips for unlimited bets should naturally be determined by me."

Is this another way to show him off?

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Although he now has a huge sum of 90,000 chips in his hand, to be honest, 90,000 chips are not enough to be placed in front of the S-level players at the central gambling table.

Everyone thought that this adult was going to give the white-haired C-level trainee a head start.

But no one expected that the devil lazily raised his hand and signaled the purple-clothed dealer standing behind him to explain to everyone.

The dealer bowed respectfully to the back of the chair and spoke slowly.

"According to the adults' meaning, the way to unfold this game is still Texas Hold'em, and the pre-bet is 50,000 chips."

50,000 chips? !

This is not a very high category. Let alone S-level, if you really want to, the A-level trainees can barely squeeze in.

Just when everyone was rubbing their hands, eager to try, and intending to leave an impression in front of this adult, the purple-clothed dealer smiled and announced the second rule.

"The raise is divided into three rounds, and the amount of each raise is not limited, but it must be higher than the previous one. In addition to discarding the cards on the spot, players must raise the bet in each round. If the raise fails, it is automatically regarded as giving up the game."

Everyone was in an uproar, and the barrage was even more discussed.

[The 50,000 chips upfront may not be high for advanced trainees, but the rule that requires additional bets is a bit scary. Not only one round, but also three rounds... shivering.jpg]

[Indeed, if an ordinary A-level player with only 50,000 or 60,000 chips plays, it is very likely that he will have no chips left to raise the bet after the first round. After all, the raise must be higher than the chips of the previous player... What if there is a big guy in the middle who has good cards and doubles the raise directly? Even if you have a good hand, you will be forced to fold if you don't have enough chips to follow the bet? ]

[Yes... And this kind of folding is really frustrating. You have to leave a full 50,000 bet in the pool. Although you can get the opportunity to sit at the same table with that adult, the risk is too great and the gain does not outweigh the loss]

[Alas, you are all right. But this is that adult! The same gambling table! Apart from anything else, if I really have the ability, I would spend 50,000 chips to leave an impression on the adult]

How could the trainees watching in Las Vegas not see the fact that these low-level survivors can figure out?

Even so, there are still countless fanatical admirers who want to get on the central gambling table.

After the purple-robed dealer announced the rules, countless senior trainees raised their hands, saying that they also wanted to participate in the gambling at the central gambling table.

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

No.5's hearty laughter came from not far away: "I and Laogui just left for a while, and it's so lively here? Let's make a deal first, I'll take one seat too."

The black-robed Azan who followed him crossed his arms, and when he glanced at Messiah at the gambling table, his brows furrowed, but he didn't refute the exorcist's words.

On the other side, among the countless A-level trainees, they began to arrange according to the number of chips to decide the number of people who would go to the central gambling table.

In the end, ten people sat at the central gambling table.

No.1 Devil, No.2 Fan Zhuo, No.4 Black-robed Azan, No.5 Exorcist, No.7 Messiah, No.10 Onmyoji.

In addition to these S-level bosses whose names can make people tremble, there are three A-levels who follow the main seat closely, plus Zong Jiu, the C-level who broke in, so there are just ten players on the central gambling table.

The waiters in black and white tuxedos followed behind the ten players, holding champagne and towels in their hands, pulling out seats and serving them meticulously.

At this point, the development of the situation has completely gone beyond Zong Jiu's control.

If No.1 was determined not to let Zong Jiu open the gambling table, he could just open 200,000 or 300,000 chips.

But No.1 didn't do that. He only asked the purple-robed dealer to throw out a modified rule.

Now the problem that Zong Jiu needs to worry about most is not whether he can cheat successfully on the central gambling table, but whether he has enough chips.

He is not worried about his skills, or he has confidence and methods. But the rule set by the other party seems ordinary, and the threshold is only 50,000. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the chips needed are definitely more terrible than the 200,000 or 300,000 required bets at the beginning, which is almost a bottomless pit!

If Zong Jiu does not have enough chips and cannot survive three rounds of betting, then even if he has a royal flush in his hand, he will be forced to fold.

What's more, Zong Jiu just collected a lot of leeks at the A-level gambling table. If he can't enter the central gambling table now, he can only retreat to the second best and return to the A-level area temporarily.

But because Zong Jiu's previous wave of cutting leeks was too exaggerated, no A-level trainee would be willing to gamble with him for a while. And 90,000 chips are far from Zong Jiu's goal of entering Las Vegas this time.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu suddenly found a problem.

He felt that this No. 1 seemed to be born with a conflict with him.

During the last level evaluation, the other party looked down at him with an interesting look, and as luck would have it, he was unlucky that time.

This time, Zong Jiu finally caught Fan Zhuo, the victim, through Anthony's secret line, and had a legitimate reason to enter the central gambling table. As a result, this No. 1 suddenly jumped out and directly disrupted his plan.

At this time, I have to think of Zhuge An's "enemy theory".

He lowered his eyes and looked at the "joker" exposed from his sleeves, and his light pink pupils were coated with a layer of dark light.

Unfortunately, everything was still the same as Zong Jiu said to Zhuge An at that time.

Magicians never believe in fate.

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

His thin shirt was so white that it glowed under the light, his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, his fingers were slender like jade, his white hair was flowing, and his delicate skin was flowing with a light color in the warm light.

There is no doubt that at this moment when everyone was paying attention and the gambling was about to start, everyone focused their attention on his sudden action.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Zong Jiu picked up the purple gold card on the table, nodded to the others, and walked down the stairs to the bathroom without looking back.

Seeing this, the people standing by the central gambling pool began to talk to each other in a low voice.

"Sitting at the same gambling table with so many big shots, this C-level must be a little scared."

"That's right. During the game, physiological needs have long been suspended. You can even skip meals and toilets. If he says he wants to go to the toilet at this time, he might be trying to pee."

"Well, it's normal. Think about who are at the central gambling table. He's just a C-level. He might have won 90,000 chips just now because of luck. But now the situation at the central gambling table doesn't seem to be solved by luck. What if those S-level bosses are in a good mood and raise the bet to more than 100,000? Wouldn't the 90,000 just won be wasted? In my opinion, it's better to see your position earlier, stop losses in time, and retreat bravely."

"That's the truth. It depends on whether he can recognize the facts."

......

In the midst of a noisy discussion, Zong Jiu walked into the bathroom without changing his expression.

Aphrodite, made of pure gold, was wearing a long scarf. In her lowered arms, she held flowing red wine, which flowed in the wine pool, making a dripping sound.

Everything in Las Vegas is decorated in a luxurious and extravagant way. Even the bathroom, which almost no one uses, is decorated in warm colors. It is luxurious and beautiful.

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

The cold water drops rolled over his high brow bones, and sank into his chin along the curve of his tall nose bridge.

Zong Jiu pulled the ironed towel on the countertop, wiped his face, and suddenly spoke.

"Didn't you say that the next meeting would wait for me to find you?"

He wiped the water drops from the end of his eyes and looked up at the black-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms folded in the mirror.

Zhuge An didn't say anything, but looked at him very calmly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Why don't you say anything?"

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

"I guess... you came to my door at this time, are you here to give me chips?"

Zhuge An narrowed his eyes and finally spoke.

He did not respond to Zong Jiu's probing, but opened another topic.

"Do you know... why everyone is so afraid of No. 1?"

He really didn't know this. Since someone has delivered the information to his door, of course he would rather listen.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of wanting to hear more.

High-level trainees basically have their own famous skills.

Like the feared ghost-raising technique of Azan in black, the natural magic of shamans, the holy water of exorcists, and so on.

In addition to these people with specific mysterious professions, there are also those who rely solely on some special physiques obtained from horror copies to become famous, such as No. 2's half-vampire Fan Zhuo, the top psychic medium.

In addition to the above, there is also a very rare ability user. For example, a certain A-level trainee who can manipulate water elements and has the ability to track items.

Compared with the other two items above, ability users are more flexible, have a higher upper limit of strength, and are so rare that they are often ignored.

No. 1's demon is such an ability user.

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

"Puppeteer, puppeteer, puppeteer, string master, puppeteer... these are the best overview of No. 1's ability."

"He can manipulate others through silk threads without anyone noticing."

The black-haired man spread his broad palm and revealed a five.

"The devil has a total of five puppet threads, representing reading, subconsciousness, action, mind, and soul occupation. Each implantation requires certain prerequisites. Once the five puppet threads are implanted at the same time, the person implanted with the puppet thread will lose self-awareness and directly turn into a walking corpse under the devil, a puppet."

"The existence he manipulates with silk threads may be an NPC, an ordinary person, or even any trainee around him. The most terrifying thing is that his manipulation will not leave any traces and cannot be discovered. Anyone may be manipulated by him, and the person implanted with puppet threads will not feel it, from one to five, anytime, anywhere, without knowing or feeling."

"——He is everywhere."