ghost world

The sentence "I'll leave it to you" made Mamen's horsepower go all the way.In just half an hour, Isabella was wiped out, Metatron escaped death, and Mammon ran the fastest.

Mamen said leisurely: "Ask her if there is anything else she hasn't brought to the table." Although the population base of hell is huge, it cannot stand the long years.Ever since he gambled everything he could catch in Hell, he rarely had the chance to end up in person.It's rare for a "warrior" to hit me today, and I'd be too sorry for myself if I didn't make a good profit.

Metatron coughed dryly and said, "Let's stop here."

Isabella seemed to be pardoned, "I'll go get some snacks." Then, with a whoosh, she ran away without looking back.

Mamen looked at the snacks on the table, shrugged and said, "She has taken it ten times."

Metatron sighed. "It's just her job."

"Her business skills are not up to standard." If it was his employee, he would definitely let her go back and rebuild.

Metatron looked at him with a smile, as if pampered.

Mamen's eyes shifted, she leaned over, took a breath on her fair neck, and said with a low smile, "I won for you, what's the reward?"

"Reward?" Metatron restrained his face and looked at him indifferently.

"You should know that I never suffer." Mammon's fingers ran through Metatron's hair lightly, and the hair fell on her hands like a stream in the sun. "Since I have paid, I must gain something."

Metatron tilted his head, the hair slipped from his fingers, "What if not?"

Mammon's fingers were slightly stiff, she slowly retracted, and said with a casual smile, "Guess."

Metatron lowered his eyes, avoiding his too hot gaze, "I can't guess."

Mammon was silent.

Not only Metatron couldn't guess it, but he couldn't even guess it himself.

If it were someone else, if he dared to ask him to pay without giving anything in return, he would definitely torture the other party to death.Even Lucifer never let him do white work.After developing hell, he is the richest man in hell, and this is the price of the exchange.

But if it's Metatron...

He was at a loss.

He may not care about doing white work, but it is difficult for him not to care about the feelings he gave for nothing.

——Even if it’s just his wishful thinking.

Metatron is by his side.

within reach.

The deep-buried desire was beating in the chest, just like before the fall.Restrained and depressed, even breathing hurts.

The door was flung open.

The cold wind came in.

Mamen's face turned cold, the desire in her chest quickly withdrew, and she raised her head indifferently.

Three angels of different shapes strode in.

The one in the lead was wearing a short golden suit, his face was taut, and he looked like a creditor who owed him everything.

The one behind was slightly shorter, with a round face and big and round eyes, as if smiling anytime and anywhere.

The last was the tallest, the leanest, with the least flesh in the cheeks, the thinnest hair, and a sickly gait.Obviously the legs are the longest, but the steps are the smallest. It seems that if the two legs are a little further apart, it will be difficult for the body to maintain balance.

The three angels shook their wings after they came in, just like people want to shake the dust off their clothes before entering the room, and then they occupied the other three sides of the square table without saying a word, using Metatron directly as the air.

Metatron slowly put away the cards.

Isabella came in quickly, bowed deeply to the three people, and then introduced: "This is Menon."

The round-faced angel pretended to see Metatron at this time, nodded and said: "I am Nylon. But don't confuse me with Old Nylon. He was the previous Director of the Executive Bureau. I am just a junior in the Miscellaneous Division Director. You can also call me Little Nylon."

The cold-faced angel said coldly: "Baird."

Mammon whispered to Metatron, "I like these two."

Metatron didn't speak, but asked with his eyes.

Mamen said with a smile: "A smiling tiger, a mean person. This kind of person's behavior after losing money is the most interesting."

The last tall man tilted his head and looked at Metatron for a while before slowly speaking: "Gordon."

Isabella took out two decks of cards again, and said, "Should we still play it to death?" Seeing that the three angels had no objection, she said, "Let's start then?"

Nylon smiled and said, "Okay. Lord Baird and Lord Gordon are always busy, so don't waste their time."

Baird sneered: "Shouldn't your executive bureau be the busiest?"

Nylon laughed and said, "I dare not compare with the city lord's envoy."

Nylon from the Executive Bureau, Baird from the city lord's side... Although the last one didn't introduce himself, Metatron intuitively believed that he was related to the Supervision Bureau.In addition, he should be regarded as representing the city of joy now——

Does the game arranged by Julian represent the four major forces in the main city?

Metatron thought quietly.

Isabella shuffled the cards, placed them in the center, and said, "Please allow me to explain the rules a little bit."

Baird mocked: "Just to introduce the rules? Do you want to recognize each card?"

Nylon glanced at Metatron and said with a smile, "You old gambler! Do you think everyone is like you, who learned 54 cards before learning words?"

Baird pouted.

"Two decks, a total of one hundred and eight cards..." Isabella began to introduce.

Metatron covered his mouth with his hand and said softly, "Understood?"

Mamen said: "Hell is called Zhongyan, and human beings are called Doudizhu." Winning this kind of game is simply no challenge!

Gordon suddenly turned his head to stare at Metatron, and said, "What were you talking about just now?"

Metatron put down his hands freely, and said with a smile, "I'm praying."

Gordon frowned: "Pray? To whom?"

……

Don't the angels of this city even know God exists?

Metatron's eyes moved slightly, and he replied, "The city lord."

Baird sneered and said, "The city lord won't meddle in such nosy matters."

Nylon smiled and said, "This kid is so cute. I'm a little bit in love with him." As soon as he said that, he felt cold, as if he was being stared at by something terrible. He couldn't help but looked around vigilantly, seeing nothing different Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

This was the first time Metatron had heard him being called a child since he came into the world, especially when the other party was obviously much younger than him.This feeling is really... a bit mixed.

Seeing his pensive look, Isabella reminded in a low voice, "Take the cards."

Metatron smiled and picked up the cards.

Isabella asked, "Are you a target?"

There are six hole cards left in the center.

Metatron didn't understand the meaning of the target, but Mamen knew it very well, he glanced at the cards in Metatron's hand, then quickly circled behind the other three, and said firmly: "Damn. "

Metatron nodded at Isabella and said, "Okay."

Both Nylon and Baird had treacherous smiles in their eyes.

But soon, they stopped laughing.

The straight in Nylon's hand has no chance to fight back against Metatron's pair.

Baird had three cards in his hand, but after breaking them twice, he was out of the game.

Gordon's cards were even worse, and he didn't even have a chance to enter the game. He watched Metatron knock out the last "three of clubs" in his hand.

Metatron said modestly, "Thank you."

……

Thank you for your size!

The three of them flipped the cards over and slapped them on the table.

After three consecutive failures, the three angels finally teamed up in a real sense, instead of doing their own thing like the previous three rounds, thinking about letting themselves run out first.

The policy they use is simple.No matter what card Metatron plays, press it in order!Absolutely don't let him have a chance to escape.

But soon they discovered that this suppressive method obviously couldn't resist the super invincible card in Metatron's hand like divine help.

Gambling for so many years in the city of joy is not as exciting as just two hours.

For example, five hands in a row did not play a single card, allowing Metatron to slowly throw away all the cards in his hand.

Another example is to only give each of them a chance to play three cards in a row, and then continue to discard all the cards in their hands.

Another example...

Baird finally couldn't help but jumped up and said, "You cheated!"

Although the other two did not speak, their faces were not good-looking. At this moment, they were enjoying Baird's performance as if they were watching a play.They are all rich, but no matter how rich they are, they will not bear to lose their money in such an unclear... and uncomfortable way.

Generally speaking, although there have been big winners in the deadly battle, there is absolutely no precedent for being able to hit the target twenty times in a row and win every time.Although Baird's words were straightforward, they were indeed their innermost feelings.

Metatron was also helpless.He doesn't know how to play cards, and he doesn't know how to put water if he wants to.Wanting to let Mammon go, but also afraid that Gordon would be suspicious, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and win.Perhaps the only happy person in this game is Mammon.Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up indistinctly, and he no longer cared about the accident in front of him.

Seeing that something was wrong, Isabella was about to report secretly, but the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Julian stood outside the door, a pair of wings that matched the boy's figure, bathed in the light of the corridor.

Baird's face suddenly turned from red to white.

"It seems that everyone is having a good time." Julian glanced over one by one, and finally fell on Metatron's face.

Metatron's face remained unchanged.

Nylon stood up to smooth things over and said, "I slipped out in the middle of work, so I have to go back immediately."

Gordon nodded and said, "Well, I think it's almost the same."

Baird's face became even uglier.In this way, it seems that he is the only one making trouble for no reason.

"Go slowly." Julian raised an eyebrow at Isabella, "Take the guests to exchange the remaining chips, and then send them back."

The remaining bargaining chips made Nylon and Gordon, who originally wanted to evade debts, feel hot on their faces.Baird saw it and sneered in his heart.

Julian ignored them and said to Metatron, "Come with me."

Metatron stood up, said goodbye to Nylon and the others politely, and then slowly followed in the direction Julian left.

Mamen suddenly said, "You said he was a four-winged angel."

"Yes."

"But he only showed a pair of wings." Mamen said.

Metatron noticed too. "He can fold his wings."

In heaven, angels who cannot fold their wings are considered different, but in the tenth world it is just the opposite.

An angel who can fold its wings...

Metatron intuited that Julian was the key to unraveling the doubts.