Beauty has a lot of bad thoughts

"Surrender." Xue Dingbang said.

The crowd burst into flames, with such a good start, the player actually wanted a Surrender! ! !

Sometimes, if the cards are too low, players will indeed choose "Surrender" when there are only two cards to start with.

"Surrender" means "surrender", stop the loss in time, and get back half of the bet amount.

But now, Xue Dingbang's cards are so good, he actually chose "Surrender"! ! !

There was a slight looseness on Chamberlain's expressionless face.

"There's no need to divide the chips." Xue Dingbang stood up straight, put his hands in his pockets and took out a cigarette, "I'll give you a tip."

Chamberlain, who was splitting the chips, was taken aback for a moment, and then retracted his disgusted gaze from Chris Uemeda.

"Thank you sir." He replied politely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his voice was no longer stiff and cold.

"Hey, what cards did you hold?" Maeda Chris was full of doubts, reaching out his hand to reveal Xue Dingbang's hole cards, "Don't you even look at it?"

Xue Dingbang grabbed the magician's thin wrist and dragged him over.

Chris Maeda fell into Xue Dingbang's arms unexpectedly, looking up at Xue Dingbang's eyes, a bit shy and sullen.

"It's almost one o'clock, Chris." Xue Dingbang took out his pocket watch and glanced, "I'll take you back, where do you live?"

"It's long past the time for a good boy to go to bed." Chris Maeda's eyes fluttered, showing a sweet smile. He lightly rubbed Xue Dingbang's arm, coquettishly like a cat, "Dingbangsang, Do you want to sleep with me, a bad boy?"

"No, thank you." Xue Dingbang said, "I usually don't go to bed so early."

Chris Maeda took Xue Dingbang's arm and rubbed it happily like a cat: "If you don't go to bed early, then... let's go drink, shall we?"

Behind them, Chamberlain, who was clearing the card table, had a complicated expression on his face.

The supervisor in a black suit walked towards them with big strides.

"Sir, please come with us."

The surrounding light dimmed, as if dark clouds covered the sun.

Xue Dingbang turned his head and saw several muscular men looking at him indifferently.

The supervisor cleaned Chamberlain's table and drove away the guests who still wanted to have fun here.

They supported the flustered Chamberlain and pushed him to Xue Dingbang's side.

The three walked side by side, and the guards formed a circle to drive them in.

Chris Maeda was on the left of Xue Dingbang, tightly grasping Xue Dingbang's arm and not letting go.Chamberlain is on the right of Schrödingbang, with his head bowed all the time, his golden bangs swaying between his slender eyelashes and the high bridge of his nose.

Walking outside the hotel elevator, Chamberlain was led to another elevator down.

The supervisors took Maeda Chris and Xue Dingbang to another elevator and went straight up.

The brilliant lights of Las Vegas skitter down the elevator shaft.

The deep night did not affect the continuation of the fountain show.

The grotesque lights stay for the water column, pass through the transparent windows of the elevator shaft, and cast a shadow on the tense face of Maeda Chris.

The young magician stretched out his hand and pinched Schrödingbang's fingertips trembling.

Xue Dingbang turned his head and held his wet palm instead.

"Chris, I'm sorry to involve you in this." Xue Dingbang whispered to him softly, "Don't be afraid, I will find a way."

In the palm of his hand, Magic's body trembled violently.

"Dingbangsang?" Starlight shone in Chris Maeda's eyes, and the shadow of the fountain danced on his beautiful face. "You mean——will you protect me?"

"Chris, this matter has nothing to do with you." Xue Dingbang lowered his eyes, squeezed Chris Maeda's hand hard, and then let it go gently, "You are just passing by, right?"

Chris Maeda seemed to understand his hint, but he didn't seem to.He twisted his hands together, his face was flushed, and he said softly: "Actually..."

"Shut up." The supervisor interrupted their conversation with a blank expression.

After receiving the warning, Chris Maeda pursed his lips obediently, and his little finger secretly hooked Xue Dingbang's finger.

Xue Dingbang withdrew his hand calmly, took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

The elevator took them all the way up and soon reached the top floor of the hotel.

With a "ding", the elevator door slowly opened, and what appeared in the eyeliner was an entire floor, a room that was opened up.

Floor-to-ceiling glass is everywhere, even in the toilet and bathroom.

At such a height, standing by the window can overlook the entire Las Vegas.

The light from the drone is refracted back and forth between the glass, sometimes like a mirror, sometimes like glass.

The owner who lives here is undoubtedly at the pinnacle of power in this city.His palace, like a magic light show in Las Vegas, is full of strange lights everywhere.

The hotel supervisor led them through the corridor to the center of the entire floor and the center of the hotel building.The black-clothed bodyguard standing by the door pushed open two heavy carved glass doors.

The room was empty and cold, except for the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there were only mirror-like glass walls left.The only furniture is a heavy, large black desk with matching leather chairs.

"Boss." The supervisor put away his arrogance and bowed slightly, showing great humility, "It's them."

Curls of smoke rose from behind the leather chair facing the door, followed by a head.The person sitting in the chair sat up straight.Downstairs in the hotel, the light show of the fountain was still performing, and the searchlight leaked in from the window, dyeing his curly silver hair with a faint light.

"Sir," he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse.Stretching out his hand from behind the seat, he held the cigar with clean and slender fingers, his nails were meticulously cared for, shining brightly, and an inconspicuous small tail ring was clasped on his little finger, "You probably, I saw The luckiest one ever."

Chris Maeda froze and shrank back instinctively.

Xue Dingbang smiled, and concealed his slender body behind his body without any trace.

The chair turned around, it was a face full of years, he should be wrinkled, but his eyes and demeanor did not look old at all.On the contrary, the man with silvery white hair and long curly hair on the chair is hale and hearty and has a strong physique.The elegance that came out of his bones made him look like a kind elder, not a judge without kindness.

Chris Maeda shrank even smaller behind Xue Dingbang, and the magician's slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of Xue Dingbang's clothes.His helpless trembling and uneasy emotions are clearly conveyed through the fabric.

It is not difficult to guess why the magician behind Xue Dingbang was so nervous and afraid.Because in his opinion, the man in front of him is definitely not a kind person.

"The [-]th company exploded." The man raised his eyelids, his eyes were as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, staring at Xue Dingbang standing in front of him, "It's really surprising."

Xue Dingbang settled his mind and replied: "To be precise, it is ten consecutive explosions. I understand the rules of the casino. If necessary, I will sign a backoff agreement."

The man laughed softly, his laughter was like the wind blowing through the treetops in summer, but there was still water running deep in his eyes.

"Sir, if it's just for those boring casino rules, I don't need someone to bring you here." The man said, turning his eyes to the magician behind Xue Dingbang, "That cute kitten behind you , he is far more clear than anyone here - what are the rules here? Or should it be said..."

Maeda, who had been hiding behind Xue Dingbang, could no longer hide himself at this moment, so he could only stand out from behind Xue Dingbang, timidly, trembling, with a somewhat frightened voice, and whispered: "Nelson from Las Vegas The rules ... Nelson is the rules."

The man laughed softly again, his silver hair swayed slightly in the laughter, shining with a different kind of luster.

Cigars were placed in solid gold ashtrays.The poker card that had been turned upside down on the table replaced the original cigar in the man's hand. After repeated playing, the black bottom was faintly revealed.

Looking at the poker card that was flipped repeatedly in the man's hand, Xue Dingbang frowned slightly.

Nelson Gaiman, his industry covers almost the entire city.He is a well-deserved spokesperson for capital, and he is also invincible-the king of Las Vegas.His deeds and rumors are all legendary.

Even Schrödingbang, who was in academia, has heard of his name.

However, for Schrödingbang, the only purpose of his coming to Las Vegas is entertainment.And Yin Ren, who was waiting for work to come to an end, came to Las Vegas to play with him.He has no intention, nor does he want to get involved with such a person.

Xue Dingbang smiled and said calmly: "Mr. Gaiman. I think there may be some misunderstanding here."

With a smile on the corner of Nelson's mouth, he waved his hands and stood up. His straight suit made him even taller.

The King of Las Vegas walked slowly to Xue Dingbang's side. He was handsome, but looked at people as if examining goods: "Misunderstanding? If you want to call this a misunderstanding, it's not impossible. But compared to To misunderstand, I'd rather call it 'good luck.' Young sir. You know what? The last time I met a fellow as lucky as you, it was some Mr. Champion."

Under the fountain, the light of the searchlight soared into the sky.Fireworks explode around the King of Las Vegas.A loud sound came through the sound-proof glass, and there was a dull sound.It seems to isolate the sound and light thousands of miles away and spread to the eyes and ears.

The fire illuminates the sky, and Nelson, who is backlit, exudes a strong sense of oppression.His gaze no longer stayed on Xue Dingbang, and turned to the projection on the glass.

Chris Maeda raised his head timidly, and followed his gaze. It was a man with a mustache, with his arms folded, and the capitalized subtitle on it read: World Series of Blackjack King - Lucky William.Eleven gold bracelet holders!

Xue Dingbang also noticed the person on the projection, he didn't speak, but smiled helplessly.

lucky?

If you look at it from the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed the case.

Otherwise, how could the crown of "lucky" be given to William.

But for Schrödingbang, blackjack is mathematics and probability, and it is definitely not as simple as just luck.

Nelson flipped the playing card with his fingertips. He stared into Schrödingbang's eyes and asked, "Young gentleman, do you seem to have a different opinion on what I said?"

Xue Dingbang narrowed his eyes slightly, and shook his head slightly: "No, Mr. Gaiman, you are right. I did have some good luck, and I would like to thank you for the good luck that has brought you unnecessary trouble and sensation. Apologies and can promise not to appear here again in the future."

Nelson narrowed his eyes slightly, and stopped turning his fingers over the playing cards. He asked, "Young man, tell me your name."

Xue Dingbang hesitated for a moment, put his hand in his pocket, gently stroked the pocket watch inside with his fingertips, and replied loudly: "I am Xue Dingbang."

"Xue... Dingbang..." Nelson chewed on Xue Dingbang's name repeatedly with his crappy pronunciation. After a while, his sharp eyes that obviously did not match his age suddenly flashed some light, and his face was full of years. There was also a ambiguous smile on his face, "I have to say——I haven't met such an interesting guy as you for a long time, Mr. Xue."

As Nelson said, he flipped over the playing cards in his hand again.His technique is no longer fancy, Xue Dingbang can clearly see that the face of the playing card - Ace of Spades.

"Erwin Xue, a native of China, was admitted to MIT at the age of 14, graduated with a Ph.D. at the age of 21, stayed at MIT to teach, and was nominated for Fields Medal, Wolf Medal and Abel Prize one after another. Nielsen laughed. Then, he finally revealed the face of the playing card at his fingertips—it was indeed an Ace of Spades.

Schrödingbang, whose background was revealed, was not panicked. He looked at Nelson with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Gaiman, those are just my past identities. I resigned from MIT at Christmas the year before last. And, genius mathematician It’s also a little over-the-top, after all, for the title of genius, he didn’t win any prizes, not even the qualification to speak for an hour, which is really too embarrassing.”

Nelson laughed loudly: "Mr. Xue, you are indeed a very interesting person. I have to feel sorry and annoyed for the reckless decision I made against you many years ago."

Xue Dingbang frowned slightly, there was something in Nelson's words.

Standing behind him, Chris Maeda opened his eyes wide, looking at Xue Dingbang with an almost adoring gaze.There was a little bit of starlight in his dark eyes, as if he had forgotten that he was in such a dangerous environment.

"Mr. Gaiman, if you are interested in mathematics, we can make an appointment another day. Maybe we can continue to discuss the three awards." Schrodingbang said softly, "But not today, it is already very late. Can you Let my friend go first? He was involved unintentionally, and he is innocent."

Nelson glanced at Chris Maeda, who was standing aside and staring at Xue Dingbang, and couldn't help but smile: "Little cat, if I remember correctly, your name seems to be Chris Maeda?"

The king of Las Vegas' sudden change of subject is not a good sign.

His words made Maeda Chris's body tremble, and he unconsciously grasped the hem of Xue Dingbang's clothes and trembled.

The author has something to say:

Chris Maeda: King of Las Vegas!

Schrödingbang: Sounds like a guy similar to "Burger King".

Nelson: ...How familiar do you want to be?

Chris Maeda trembled.

Nelson: Don't be afraid, kid, I mean burgers.