Demacia in American comics

Polly listened to the conversation between the two. He would be lying if he said he was not curious. He asked the little man beside him:

"What's going on over there, that blank piece of paper?"

Unexpectedly, the little man showed ridicule and said:

"My skills are not as good as others. I wanted to get my money back if I lost, so I put my own shares in the company up for grabs. I didn't expect that I would lose everything."

I don't know whether he was laughing at the man with gold-rimmed glasses as being miserable, or whether he was laughing at the fact that the man deserved it.

It seems that there should be some stories in it.

After listening to this brief description, Polly curled his lips a little boredly, thinking it was something interesting, but it turned out to be this old-fashioned plot that has not changed for thousands of years.

In places like casinos, it is not uncommon for people to lose all their wealth in a fit of rage after gambling. In Las Vegas, people are thrown out every day because they lose their money.

So Polly sat down and started playing his cards. At first, he was a little playful, thinking that he would have fun, but he didn't expect that the people here were more greedy than he thought. His cards were slightly better, and his opponent folded. The speed is not bad, so he simply doesn't look at the cards every time, and bets with his eyes closed, and he bets heavily every time.

For a time, the hairy-chested man in front of him was a little unsure. Is this man here to throw money? Is he having trouble with money? But he didn't care about these details, because the chips in Polly's hand were getting less and less with repeated bets.

When only the last and largest chip was left, he looked at it and said boredly:

"Get it all down, that's all I have left. I'll leave when I'm done playing."

The brawny man with hairy chest and the little man with triangular eyes didn't say anything, but the gold-rimmed glasses who had been watching coldly on the side were dumbfounded. How can there be such fun? Isn't this obviously a loss of money?

He said:

"Sir, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was glared back by the hairy-chested man opposite him, but Polly didn't care:

"It doesn't matter. In life, luck won't always be so bad."

As he said this, he also did not pick up the cards this time because he had no weight, so the rest of the people speeded up their pace to see whether he lost or won.

There was no surprise. Polly’s trump cards were two terrible cards that could not be combined with any other cards. He sighed in pretending to be annoyed:

"Hey, I'm not having any luck today, but it's still fun. I have to go. I have to watch the speeding car race later."

As he spoke, he was about to get up and leave, but at this moment, the little man with triangular eyes on the side stopped him and said:

"This guest, you haven't settled the bill yet."

Polly asked pretending to be strange:

"What's the bill to pay? I haven't eaten or consumed anything. What's the bill to pay? Don't try to lie to me."

At this time, the little man explained everything to him, and Polly opened his eyes wide and shouted:

"You mean, I have to make up for the chips I had at the beginning. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had known, I wouldn't have played."

At this time, the hairy-chested man spoke:

"My friend, this is the default rule for everyone. No one will make an exception. You can ask other people. When you get to the table, you must abide by the rules."

At this time, he repeated his old trick and said:

"Of course, if you want to continue playing, you can pledge something valuable and I can continue to give you chips."

It seemed that he wanted to take out Polly like he had just done with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Polly sighed and sounded like a rich man:

"Okay, although I don't have much money, I have to watch the game later, so I won't play anymore. You can arrange for someone to accompany me to the car to get my wallet."

Polly didn't talk about much money. In fact, the weights totaled 2 U.S. dollars, which was not a small sum anywhere. But after staying with Charles for a long time, he would also be tainted with the temperament of not being short of money, so he said to take it. When it comes to making money, everyone else thinks that this is a rich owner, and they hope to continue to make another fortune from him after watching the game.

Later, Chest Hair arranged for two smart people to go with Polly. One of them was the little man with triangular eyes, and the other was a strong man. It was obvious that this strong man was to prevent Polly from escaping.

But it goes without saying what Polly wanted to do. He took the two people to the so-called car to get money, just to get the weapons he had hidden. He led the two people to a dark place a little away from the crowd.

It was less than 2 seconds from the time Polly picked up the big sword weapon to the time the two fell to the ground.

Of course, after getting the weapon, the accelerated attack with a "fatal" effect was naturally given to the strong man. This strong man was not as bluffing as he appeared. After receiving a "fatal" blow, he stood in the corner. He passed out immediately.

As for the little man with triangular eyes, Polly didn't dare to use the big sword directly. He was afraid that the little man would be beaten to death with a sword, which would be troublesome, so Polly punched him in the face. He flew to the corner faster than the strong man, and then fainted simply.

Polly seemed a little unsatisfied, because these two people really didn't give him any surprises, whether it was experience gold coins or strength, it always felt almost boring.

When he returned to the fire with a big sword and weapon, the hairy-chested man looked at Polly who came back alone, frowned and asked:

"Where are the triangle eyes and the nigger?"

This title is really vivid.

Polly smiled and said:

"When I just went to withdraw the money, Triangle Eyes solemnly apologized to me, saying that you guys were working together to deceive me. He felt very sorry and had no face to face me, so he left with the nigger."

"And I, thinking about this matter, you actually come to me to ask for money, I think I should ask you for an explanation."

When Chest Hair saw Polly holding a big sword in his hand, he had a bad feeling. When he heard what this man said, he knew something was wrong. He didn't believe the money-hungry triangular eyes. would say so.

So Chest Hair stood up and immediately blew the whistle hanging on his chest. After a while, another group of people came from the crowd. This group of people were dressed in a punk style, but they were not good-looking.

After seeing the person coming, Chest Hair felt much more at ease. He said coldly:

"Where are the triangle eyes and niggas? I advise you not to cause trouble here. You don't want to know who the people up here are."

Listening to this tone, it seems that there are some powerful people above them, but Polly doesn't care about this. When he gains experience and reaches a higher level, no matter who you are, he can still beat you into submission.

Among the people who came over, there was a man whose arms were covered with tattoos. He was wearing sunglasses late at night. He didn’t know where he learned how to dress up. He taunted his chest hair:

"Hairy Chest Monster, you're the only one who whistled. I thought the police were here again."

"Man with flowery arms, this guy is weird. Two people followed him, but neither of them came back."

"Then give him some color and wait until he lies on the ground to see if he is willing to tell the truth."

This man with sunglasses and flowery arms spoke in a very arrogant tone, as if he didn't take anyone seriously, and he didn't know if he was used to the feeling of being surrounded by people. When he came up, he wanted to knock Polly down and make him kneel on the ground. answer.

But he obviously misjudged his own strength. In the next second, Polly's big sword came into close contact with the man. Then, after hearing several "clicks", the man was fanned out several meters away. The ribs must have been broken a lot.

The flower-armed man who fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment shouted hysterically:

"Fuck me, kill him, I want his life"

So, everyone swarmed forward in an attempt to win over Polly and get the first prize.

Polly waited for a long time, and it was at this moment that when everyone rushed forward, he advanced instead of retreating, and opened the Judgment e towards the crowd that was coming.

Just like last time, Polly was spinning like a top and twisting in the crowd. He was like a meat grinder. Anyone who touched him, or to be precise, touched his sword, would either die or die. hurt

Polly didn't have a good impression of the people here, so he didn't hold back at all. As a result, many people who jumped on him either had broken arms, broken legs, or had their skulls cracked.

Finally, when more than half of the people had fallen, Polly stopped the trial. It was not because he wanted to stop, because it was time. He shook his head, which was still a little uncomfortable, and said to his chest hair:

"Keep coming."

Just such a sentence makes my chest hair tingle. This is simply a devil.

In this moment, at least a dozen people were lying on the ground wailing and bleeding.

But this demon acted as if nothing was wrong, as if he had just swatted a fly to death, and said he wanted to continue. Could it be that he was a demon that climbed up from the abyss, and was he specifically here to deal with him?

At this moment, Chest Hair thought of what he had done before. On the edge of life and death, he suddenly felt that he had sinned deeply, and he could only get a chance to survive by begging God for forgiveness.

So he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy:

"Don't kill me. I am guilty. My sins are serious. I am willing to accept God's punishment and beg God to forgive my crimes."

Polly looked at this chest hair with some strangeness. At this time, he actually started to beg God for forgiveness. He didn't realize that this chest hair was still a believer.

And at this moment when the chest hair knelt down to beg for mercy, it seemed to have a domino effect. The remaining people who were still standing all knelt down. They were either kneeling or squatting, not knowing whether they were really or not begging for forgiveness.

The flower-armed man curled up on the ground nearby also covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from making any more noise. He was afraid that if he made a sound, he would become the target of this demon again.

Seeing this scene, Polly lost his mood and continued to fight.

Firstly, he had enough experience, and secondly, these people had lost the fight, and he also lost interest. Looking at the people in the place, he said to himself:

"Being a Demacian is really lonely."