One of the pirate swords splits the new world

Aslan took Ryan through the exit on the right, went straight to the class stairs, and stopped at the door of a room on the second floor.

Aslan stepped forward and knocked on the door until he heard someone inside reply: "Come in." Aslan turned the door handle to open the door and made a gesture to Ryan to come in.

Ryan didn't hesitate and stepped into the room.

The room was empty, with only a round gaming table in the center and a lamp hanging above the table. A huge guy sat at the table.

Ryan walked to the table and casually pulled out a chair to sit down. He placed the knife on the edge of the table, then leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs, looking at the fat man in front of him who was probably in his forties.

This is a typical nouveau riche - this is the first impression that the fat man in front of him gave Ryan. He wears a gold necklace as thick as his little finger around his neck, bracelets on his wrists, and gold rings on all ten fingers of his hands. , holding a cigar in his mouth.

After the strong man who helped Ryan get the money put the money on the table in front of Ryan and turned to leave, the casino manager Aslan closed the door first, then walked behind the fat man and said: "This is my boss La La." Mr. Li. Boss, this is Mr. Lane."

Fat Larry nodded when he heard this and said to Ryan: "Mr. Ryan, what would you like to do when we first meet?"

"Didn't you say this is a high-end gambling establishment? Why are there just the two of us?" Ryan did not directly answer Fat Larry, but changed the topic and looked around as he spoke.

Fat Larry didn't care when he heard this. He just took a puff of his cigar and said calmly: "High-end gambling does not necessarily mean there are many people. As long as there are enough chips or people with superb gambling skills to participate, it can be called high-end gambling." .”

"It seems that the man named Yeager was the former, and I am the latter."

Fat Larry was noncommittal and just said: "I heard from people below that Mr. Lane was killing everyone on the dice-size gambling table. How about we just play like this?"

"Okay." Ryan answered simply. After all, he knew how to do this in the casino. In fact, he really wanted to play fried golden flowers with Fat Larry, but he guessed that Fat Larry wouldn't be able to play this way.

Aslan, who was standing aside, heard this, took out a gambling set from under the table, and put on a tablecloth. Fat Larry said: "I will roll the dice, and you bet. If the bet is correct, I will pay you the amount you bet. Of course, if you bet on the leopard, I will pay you 36 times. If you don't bet, I will pay you times." , the chips are mine. How about it?"

"Very reasonable rules." Ryan agreed.

Seeing that Ryan had no objection, Fat Larry continued to add: "Of course, the high-end game must look like a high-end game. The minimum amount of each bet is 100,000 beli. Otherwise, if you play bit by bit, this gambling table will be played until dawn. There’s no end to the game. Of course, there’s no limit. Do you have any objections?” He was asking, but Fat Larry had already started rolling the dice.

"Aren't you afraid that if I win you will lose everything?"

"Mr. Lane, if you can make me lose everything, I will admit it." After saying this, he stopped what he was doing, placed the dice cup in the center of the round table, and made a "please" gesture to Lane.

"Mr. Lane, please place your bet."

Ryan grabbed the 100,000 beli bill, first stretched it towards the "small" and felt the feeling of light on his back, and then stretched out towards the "big", and the feeling disappeared. Immediately, Ryan pressed 100,000 Baileys up.

"Haha, Mr. Lane, do you think the result of this first game is 'big', but why do I feel it is 'small'?" Fatty Larry said as he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the lid of the dice cup. The ring hits the dice cup to make a sound, then opens the lid.

"One-one-five, seven o'clock. Mr. Lane seems to be my guess more accurately."

Ryan had no reaction to Fat Larry's words. He had been looking at the dice in the dice cup since the results came out - the three were neatly leaning on Fat Larry's right side until the lid of the dice cup appeared in his sight, covering the dice. .

"Mr. Lane, it's the second game."

Just like the first game, Fat Larry placed the dice cup in the center of the table after shaking the dice and made a "please" gesture to Ryan.

Ryan picked up the 100,000 Bailey again, and after testing it for a while, he pressed Bailey on "Small".

"Mr. Lane, do you think it's 'small' in the second game, but why do I think it's 'big'?" After that, Fat Larry opened the dice cup with his left hand.

"Four-four-three, it's eleven o'clock. It seems that my guess is more accurate."

After finishing speaking, Fat Larry laughed at Ryan, and then he found that Ryan also laughed too.

"Mr. Lane, are you so happy after losing?"

After hearing this, Ryan stopped laughing, but still had a smile on his face. He lowered his head and looked at the three dice neatly arranged in the dice cup on Fat Larry's left hand. He reached out and used his index finger and thumb to twist one out of the dice cup and put it in front of his eyes to play with.

Fat Larry saw a trace of panic in his eyes when he saw Ryan's actions, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Ryan, let's start the next round."

Ryan ignored him. He said sentence by sentence: "I have roughly summarized the operation style of your casino."

"Choose the gambler who wins the most money that day"

"Let him win other gamblers' money by luck downstairs first."

"Then let him participate in this so-called high-end gambling game."

"Win all his money"

"It's equivalent to winning the money of all the casino's customers"

"And how can you win the money of the luckiest gambler that day?"

"The answer is of course"

"Cheating"

At this point, Ryan paused for a moment, and then continued: "I still know the truth of gambling and cheating nine times out of ten."

"So, I have been observing your movements from the beginning."

"The question I've been thinking about is, 'How do you cheat?'"

"If I'm not mistaken, this die is wrapped with a magnet." As he spoke, Ryan crushed the dice with two fingers. reveal the magnet inside

"Mr. Larry, your ring also has a magnet."

"You control the points of the dice through the different magnetic poles in your left and right hands."

"And deliberately used a ring to hit the dice cup to make a sound to cover up the sound of the dice being attracted by the magnet and hitting the dice cup."

"And he kept trying to distract me with words, trying to make me ignore the unusual fact that the dice are always neatly placed next to your hand that opens the cup."

"And I guess the reason why you don't use these tricks in the casino downstairs, but set up this high-end game alone, is because you are afraid of being seen through by others."

Fat Larry listened calmly to what Ryan said. After a long time, he said, "Mr. Ryan is a smart man. Now that the words are broken, Mr. Ryan, you know that there is something fishy about my gambling game and you still dare to come here. What do you want?" ah."

"What do you think, Mr. Larry?"

"Mr. Lane never leaves his body. He is probably seeking wealth. Is Mr. Lane so confident that he can seek wealth and get it?"

Ryan actually wants to take down this black casino. Betting on dogs is not worthy of pity, but it is even more abominable to deliberately set up traps to harm others. There are no just policemen in this world, and CIPHERPOL (CP0~9) is just a lackey of the Celestial Dragons. So Ryan decided to act as a messenger of justice - and make some money on the way.

"The last gambler who came in, Yeager, was participating in the gambling game, and your casino manager Aslan was busy below. But when I, the gambler with a knife, was participating in the gambling game, he was standing next to you. I I guess he is not only the casino manager, but also your bodyguard. Am I wrong, Mr. Aslan?"