Superman of the American Comics

Turn the clock back an hour ago.

Luke looked up at the hell hotel with thick smoke and dark flame and walked to the front of the long queue.

As Howard did, he held a few bills between his fingers and handed them to the little black brother with a big gold chain.

The latter readily took over and gave up his position.

At any time, the ink smell of banknotes is so addictive.

"Las Vegas residents turn a blind eye to the strangeness of this hotel, but they come in an endless stream."

Luke used the "omnivision eye" in the book of visander to sweep over and look at the two security guards guarding the door.

Under the skin of human beings, there is a ferocious body with hell flames and demon sheep's horns.

Walking into the gate of the hotel, the welcoming lady dressed as a charm is almost the same as herself.

They all have red skin, enchanting posture, evil chest, and a slender tail that keeps shaking.

"It suits Howard's taste."

Luke suddenly remembered a very serious thing.

According to Alessandro, Howard went into the hell Hotel and never came out again.

He preconceived that Mephisto had engaged in some conspiracy.

But another way of thinking, an old color batch like Howard may have been squeezed dry by the demon.

In the exhausted state of running out of ammunition and food, weak legs and unable to walk.

After thinking about it carefully, Luke thought it was highly possible.

After all, Howard has even been on female vampires. His taste is very mixed.

"Let me find Mephisto. Where is the old devil..."

Luke went to the front desk to exchange chips, and his attention was immediately attracted.

Under his "omnivision eye", those chips with blue, red and white, branded with sheep horn devil patterns, turned into distorted faces.

All are human souls!

"Pain and suffering are the currency of hell hotel."

The waiter who exchanged chips read the written lines and said expressionless, "guest, everything you need can be obtained at the hell hotel."

"But the premise is that you have to pay your soul to win one game after another."

Luke pursed his lips, and Mephisto was also a wizard.

With the model of soul chip + casino, a circulation system is constructed.

It seems that the old devil has learned all kinds of ways to cut leeks during his wandering years in the world.

What kind of devil securities company, hell lending company - the advertising language has been figured out: borrowing without threshold, ensuring the minimum interest, and no violent collection.

"Without chips, can I go to the gambling table?"

Luke glanced at the Libra weighing his soul and wondered if he was going to expose himself.

"It doesn't matter. We have a pledge contract here. As long as you sign your name, you can get chips."

The waiter took out several paper contracts with exquisite patterns on the edge of the paper.

"You can change to one blue chip in ten years, three in thirty years, and so on."

Blue chips are equivalent to ten thousand yuan bills in the casino, followed by red chips and white chips, representing different values.

"Wow, there is a 1000 year pledge contract."

Luke made an exaggerated cry. The old devil was cruel enough to cut leeks.

If anyone thinks it's just a game, sign the pledge contract.

Once the soul chips are lost, he will give Mephisto a thousand years of white work and never rest in peace in his life.

"I want to sign a thousand years."

Luke drew out the pledge contract and signed it without hesitation - the name of the supreme mage.

Such contracts are binding, so it's better to use Gu Yi as a shield.

Anyway, the supreme mage should be very experienced in refusing to collect and repay debts.

"OK, guest, here's your chip."

The waiter happily put away the contract and handed Luke the tray full of blue chips.

"Let me see what's interesting... Texas poker, that's it."

Luke made a turn, squeezed into a large number of poker areas, randomly picked a gambling table and sat down.

"Here comes another fat sheep."

Hashim, pretending to be a gambler, glanced at the chips in Luke's tray and smiled coldly.

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Time goes back to the present.

Texas poker has always been a popular game in casinos.

The number of participants generally ranges from two to twenty.

It is divided into three categories: limited betting table, limited betting table and unlimited betting table.

The rules are complicated to elaborate, and it is easy to misunderstand others.

So to sum up, at the beginning of the game, each player will get two cards face down.

After several rounds of licensing and betting, players should combine their cards with public cards to form the largest card, and then compare the size with other players.

From big to small, there are almost ten card types.

The biggest is the royal flush, and the smaller ones are three, two pairs, one pair and so on.

Texas poker competition is to calculate the card type and psychological game.

Experts can read and guess cards.

Basically, you know what card type you should have in this round at the beginning, and then you start to guess the other party's card type and start a fierce psychological game.

For example, some people obviously do not have a big card type, but they like crazy betting and putting pressure on their opponents.

There are also some old hands who are good at "bluffing".

Speak loudly, act arrogant,

Use this kind of performance to frighten the opponent not to follow the note, or be suspicious, so as to achieve the ultimate goal.

Hashim was once the re elected champion of the poker world competition. He is proficient in a variety of playing methods of poker, including bridge, Soha, blackjack and so on.

Texas poker is his specialty. His innate talent of reading cards enables this guy to form the most appropriate card type every round and win each other's chips smoothly.

Since the soul fell into hell and lost its freedom.

Hashim endured the heat, the smell of sulfur, and the chattering of inferior demons every day.

Hell is not a good place.

Otherwise, those demons, demons, even Mephisto himself, why do they come to the world for two times when they have nothing to do.

Until the establishment of hell Hotel, Hashim, who was gambling on dogs, was remembered by Mephisto.

He has become a devil's pawn and temporarily left the terrible lower hell.

Become the regional manager of the hotel casino, specializing in all affairs of poker.

In just a few days, Hashim has let dozens of guests lose their property, lost all their soul chips and become a slave to the Lord of hell.

In short, his performance is very good.

Until Hashim met the bastard sitting opposite, a young man who won 32 games in a row!

"You are definitely cheating!"

Hashim was powerless and furious, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

The bloodshot protruding eyeballs stared straight at Luke's spread card.

A. The five cards K, Q, J, 10 and 10 are of the same color, just forming a royal flush.

"How can this card type appear!"

His cheeks were thin, and Hashim, like a drug addict, felt that his brain was about to explode.

According to his calculation, the ratio of royal flush is 30939:1, and the conversion probability is 0.003%.

In other words, unless there is really a miracle, or Luke cheated, it is impossible to come up with this rare card type that takes all the audience.

"Can't afford to win, can't afford to lose? It's a bad behavior to arbitrarily accuse your opponent of cheating without evidence."

A blue chip with the largest face value rolled between Luke's fingers and entered the casino in less than two hours. He had won five souls.

"That's it. You've made me lose my interest in continuing the game, and you've lost all."

Luke bent his fingers and bounced the rolling chips to the nearby Miss succubus.

The chips branded with the pattern of sheep horn devil fell into the middle of the latter's chest.

"You are so charming! Hell hotel always welcomes guests like you!"

A blue chip is roughly equivalent to one-third to one-fifth of the human soul.

This is not a small number.

Miss succubus wanted to stick her body to Luke.

Hell hotels also have performance evaluation. They work for Mephisto and can also earn a certain amount of soul chips.

The old devil knows how to drive the "employees" under his hand and let a group of demons enjoy the welfare treatment of social animals.

"Wait! I can bet again!"

Hashim thought of his performance and bonus, and his face showed a cruel color.

"I can bet my soul!"