Thriller Trainee

After Zong Jiu launched one hundred thousand chips, the whole casino was quiet for a while.

The raise continued, and jumped from the white-haired youth to the next no.10 body, and quickly walked another round.

At this moment, the croupier also liquidated the chips,

By the end of the two rounds of raises, the entire central gaming table had as high as 600,000 chips, and the crowds onlookers were all dumbfounded.

[It will be the third round of raising soon, and I don’t know who will get this prize pool]

[To be reasonable, I think this game is really too big...but it's really nervous and exciting]

[Guess a no.1 blindly and sweep the audience, in fact, I don’t think I need to watch it, there is no suspense, okay]

[Don't discuss this first, I want to know why this C-level went to the bathroom, he had a hundred thousand chips when he came out, stunned. jpg]

Not only the barrage, the trainees are also discussing this issue.

"I just came down from the A-level gaming table, isn't it only 90,000 chips?"

"Yes, I remember this too, so how did he get his 100,000 chips?"

"Does he still have any props that can't be exchanged?"

"What are you thinking about, how could he be a rookie...I prefer a big boss to help him."

These people continued to watch the battle at the central gaming table while discussing.

Zong Jiu was sitting in distress, staring down at his two hole cards.

Originally, he was just guessing. Now that he saw the evil smile on his face, he knew that Chu Chien crashed the car.

This... well, as the saying goes, whoever is ugly in the shirt is embarrassed, if this is out of thousands, it must be embarrassing who is not backstage.

Zong Jiu knew this well, if he was fighting backstage, he would definitely not be able to fight the opposite demon.

This person also has an identity sitting in the mentor's seat, which naturally has a status gap with players like them, and is also estimated to have an intricate relationship with the main system.

To say why Zong Jiu knew it, of course it was a omnipotent divination!

During the divination in the bathroom, Zong Jiu meditated three questions in his heart.

Question 1: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu in the mental hospital and no.1?

Result: Devil, upright.

Question 2: What is the relationship between F-level trainee Sheng Yu and no.1?

Result: Devil, upright.

Question 3: What is the relationship between the mentor of the thriller trainee and no.1?

Result: Devil, upright.

In Tarot divination, the interpretation of this card is completely different, whether the card is in the upright position or the inverse position.

But the problem is that Zong Jiu didn't make a reversal either. He drew three times and he drew the same card every time. Combined with the news that Zhuge An told him before, in the legendary demon vest that no one can recognize, these three were so easily picked out by him.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man's sloppy eyes suddenly changed, and suddenly he stopped a bit.

Just behind the central gaming table, a slender black shadow was leaning against the wall to look over, his whole body indifferent, incompatible with this large-scale casino with drunken gold fans.

Zong Jiu watched Zhuge secretly stare at him, and then moved away calmly after a brief pause of two seconds.

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

At this moment, the croupier turned over the last community card.

Plum 5.

In fact, it doesn't make much sense whether this card is played or not, because there are already three spades in the community card, and it is completely possible to make a royal flush.

The dealer in Ziyi said with a smile: "All the community cards have been drawn, and after the five-minute break, the final round of raises will begin."

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

The five-minute break is also a room for brief thinking.

Van Zhuo folded his hands and his eyesight was sharp.

The exorcist was chatting with Azan in black with one pair of them, and neither of them talked about the gambling game, nor seemed to take the gambling game to heart.

The Messiah still sat on the spot and smiled softly, as if the light was shining all over.

Master Onmyoji rubbed his hands nervously, and looked up at other people from time to time, his posture cramped.

As for the other two A-level trainees, they watched fanatically at No.1 on the first seat all the way, wishing to kneel on the spot, worship, and behave like gods.

The devil was still sitting on the velvet chair, casually playing with a glass full of scarlet wine.

No matter how fancy his movements, the dark liquor in the glass did not leak even a drop. The pure white gloves are still cold and shining in the light projected by the crystal chandelier.

Zong Jiu sighed.

It's useless to think so much now. The top priority is to change the two hole cards in his hand first.

Although Zong Jiu trusted his approach, he still decided to use the most cautious attitude. It doesn't hurt to be cautious. If you walk too long at night, you will be hell.

The white-haired young man lazily raised his hand and raised it towards his back.

"Sir, what's your order?"

The waiter standing behind him immediately responded, leaning slightly to ask.

Zong Jiu whispered a few words, and the waiter with extremely high service quality immediately led the order and walked towards the rest area of ​​the central gambling pool.

Because of this posture, other people whispered with lingering fears.

"Damn, this familiar scene is staged again."

"You said that this white-haired C-level won't let the waiter pick up a "Texas Hold'em Beginner's Guide" again..."

"It's not impossible, the guide is so thick just now, can he finish it?"

Zong Jiu who heard their whispers: "......?"

As a former master of magic, Zong Jiu is a master of tricks and skills.

When magicians perform on the stage, they are almost two in their daily life. On the stage, they are good at speaking skills. They use exaggerated expressions and exaggerated body movements, and then use words to induce the audience to divert attention to achieve their secret moves. The purpose of hands and feet.

Although Zong Jiu seemed to be cold and quiet in the stage, he had to jump around as if he was schizophrenic as soon as he got on the stage. But there is no other way. The magician eats this meal, not only to deceive people's eyes, but also to deceive people's thinking. If you take the stage with a cold face and do not interact with the audience, the magic's performance will be greatly reduced.

Because of this, magicians are also called fraudsters.

Just like Zong Jiu’s "Texas Poker Beginner's Guide", the real purpose is to stir the muddy water in that atmosphere, not to be fooled, to make the trainees at the A-level gaming table impetuous. The purpose is achieved.

But he is a very professional magician, the same trick will never be used a second time in a short time.

Therefore, Zong Jiu had to change to a fraudulent method.

Soon, in the curiosity of others, the tuxedo waiter with the tray returned to the gaming table.

This time, what was placed in the tray was indeed not the "Texas Hold'em Getting Started Guide" with a dark green cover, but a small cigarette case with a silver skull logo on it.

Zong Jiu tore the skin off and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. The waiter hurriedly bent over to light him.

"rub--"

The golden-red flame sprang up on the cold iron cover of the lighter, licking the end of the pipe lightly.

He lowered his head and took a sigh of skill. The flame burned the cigarette red and ignited the tobacco.

The young man's distinct fingers clamped the cigarette, his cuffs were half-armed, and he draped it gently on the dark green tablecloth of the gaming table.

The long, pure white hair fell from the young man's shoulders, and his thin chin lifted slightly, revealing a white and slender swan neck. When I lift up, I have the fragile beauty of the death of a swan in the Swan Lake of the Russian Grand Theatre.

He squinted his eyes lazily, his lips closed with the bright red color, and he vomited hazily along the light-colored smoke, sketching out a blurred dreamlike picture, and stopped in the colorful colors under the crystal.

At this moment, he was not like a person, but like a charming ghost with a breathtaking charm in the boundless autumn moon.

After a mouthful, Zong Jiu swept the ashes away, smiling at the corners of his lips, "I'm a smoker, sorry."

Having said that, he didn't mean to stop.

There was no sound.

Everyone watched the white-haired beauty swallowing clouds, and with every breath, the outline became more and more fascinating.

Behind the air covered by the heavy smoke, the interesting sight in the dark golden pupils was also blocked.

Under the ambiguous lamp line, everything is gone, only the misty mist still exists.

Like a drop of mosquito blood, buried deep in my heart.

Oh, it's done.

While Zong Jiu frowned at the smell of smoke in his heart, he quickly moved his hands and feet to the two hole cards spread out on the table under the cover of the smoke.

This trick is his assassin's skill, and it changes the day without knowing it. No matter how many people stare at him, they can be distracted.

After Zong Jiu had done all this, he looked up and saw that the purple-clothed dealer was still standing behind No.1, his expression was not even noticeable.

The play should be done honestly. Since the cigarette is lit, this one cannot be wasted.

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

If the devil played the same cards as him, then the result would be nothing more than two.

Either the devil with higher authority than him used some method to make the dealer in purple clothes judge that Zong Jiu is a thousand people.

Either they are both considered a Royal Flush, and the prize money in the central pool is divided equally between each.

According to the existing clues, the second result is more likely.

According to the clues given by Zhuge An, Zong Jiu prefers that the main system is a terminal program with no emotions.

No emotion means fairness and justice, rigid and unreasonable.

Although I don't know what deal has been reached between the devil and the main system, in Zong Jiu's view, the devil is not at ease.

If, as he speculated, the other party has the same authority as the main system, then he can't make such a fuss when rating it.

But the dealer in purple clothes didn't notice it when he changed the cards, and most of them could rule out this option.

In summary, Zong Jiu ventured to infer that the power of No. 1 is not yet large enough to control everything.

Just like no.1's unpredictable puppeteer's ability, it looks terrifying, but with some unknown harsh constraints.

So, take a gamble?

The smoke burned to the end.

The white-haired young man turned his wrists and put out the cigarette **** in the tray of water held by the waiter.

When extinguishing the cigarette butt, Zong Jiu looked up specifically.

Behind the central gaming table, the black figure has disappeared.

Gamble, gamble.

Don't bet on where the dangers come from seeking wealth, where can you get into the tiger's den? Betting on a dog will never admit defeat!

the most important is--

To be honest, he didn't want to give that demon a dime.

"Everyone, I have a proposal."

Facing everyone's gaze, he slowly smiled.

"Since it's the last round, we might as well have fun, such as..."

The youth's thin lips lightly opened, and the chips in his hand suddenly pushed out, "Go straight to Allin."

This proposal ignited everyone's expectations and directly pushed it to the highest point.

[Damn, the newcomer is fierce, direct Allin, I really have you.jpg]

[Why is the current rookie so strong? The bargaining chip finally earned, saying that Allin is Allin? Don't leave yourself a retreat? 】

[Ah, why do you all think so, I alone think this newcomer's hole cards should be good? Otherwise, he would not be so calm and calm, and still have the courage to propose Allin. But if the winner is really him, wouldn’t the other big guys who followed Allin lose a lot? Their blinds must be more than this newcomer’s]

[What you said upstairs is right, but you ignore the premise of the problem. The premise is that the newcomer has to win. If he can't win, then say Jill]

The person in the first seat looked at him with an increasingly obscure gaze, and suddenly laughed lowly.

"Okay." The devil readily agreed.

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see that not only did this newcomer not be a man with a tail between a group of bigwigs, but he was eager to do something.

The exorcist laughed, "Allin? It's a lot of fun, it seems that you can't just join in the fun."

The black Azan sitting beside him coldly said, "It doesn't matter, Allin is Allin."

He didn't feel distressed, and Azan in black was not good at betting at first. As early as when he entered Las Vegas, he went to the front desk with a backpack of materials and exchanged his fancy props directly with chips. He didn't end up betting a few. Now the remaining balance of Kali was just won from the opponent's hand when he was soloing with the exorcist.

The two S-classes expressed their opinions, and Fan Zhuo finally lifted his gaze from the back of his hands.

He glanced at Zong Jiu again with that very strange look, pressed his wrist obliquely, and pushed out the card surface on the table with the handle of the knife.

Another Allin!

With four S-level Allins in a row, the amount in the prize pool has exceeded one million.

At this time, the two A-levels gritted their teeth and chose Allin at almost the same time. But the no.10 Onmyoji frowned, and finally raised his hand and chose to fold.

When he left the gambling table, his face was quite ugly.

Folding in this situation is indeed a shame. But fortunately, the successive Allin of others also made the Onmyoji confirm the fact that his cards are really bad.

Originally, he wanted to blindly hit a dead mouse, but now it seems that there is no need to waste his chips. It is better to leave an antecedent bet and withdraw as soon as possible.

Now, only the last eight people are left at the gambling table.

The winner is the winner.

It's about to happen.