Thriller Trainee

After Zongjiu introduced 100,000 chips, the entire casino was quiet for a moment.

The raise continued, jumping from the white-haired young man to the next No. 10, and soon there was another round.

At this moment, the dealer also finished clearing the chips.

By the end of two rounds of betting, the number of chips on the entire central gaming table had reached as high as 600,000, and the onlookers were all stunned.

[The third round of raising is coming soon, and I don’t know who will get this prize pool]

[To be honest, I think this game is really too big...but it’s really tense and exciting.]

[Let’s blindly guess a No.1 and sweep the whole place. In fact, I don’t think I even need to read it. There is no suspense, okay?]

[Don’t discuss this yet, I want to know why this C-level guy went to the bathroom and came out with 100,000 chips, so confused.jpg]

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

"The A-level gambling table just came down, didn't it only have 90,000 chips?"

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

"Does he still have any props that he hasn't redeemed?"

"What are you thinking about? How could he be a newbie...I would rather have some big shot help him."

While these people were discussing, they continued to watch the battle at the central gaming table.

Zong Jiu sat upright, staring down at his two trump cards.

At first, he was just guessing, but now that he saw the devil on the other side smiling with evil intentions, he knew that Deqian's crash was probably a certainty.

This... As the saying goes, whoever is ugly will be embarrassed when wearing matching clothes. If this happens, it will definitely be embarrassing whoever has no backstage.

Zongjiu knew this very well. If he was fighting backstage, he would never be able to fight against the devil opposite him.

This person also has the identity of sitting in the instructor's seat. There is a natural status gap between him and players like them. He is also probably inextricably related to the main system.

If you want to talk about why Zongjiu knows, it is of course the omnipotent divination!

While doing divination in the bathroom, Zong Jiu pondered three questions in his mind.

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

Result: Devil, in good position.

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

Result: Devil, in good position.

Question 3: What is the relationship between the mentor of the horror trainee and No.1?

Result: Devil, in good position.

In tarot divination, whether the card is upright or reversed, the interpretation of the card will be completely different.

But the problem is that Zongjiu didn't even draw a reverse position. He drew cards three times, and each time he drew the same card. Combined with the information Zhuge An told him before, he could easily pick out these three from the legendary demon vest that no one could recognize.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man's unfocused gaze suddenly turned and suddenly settled on one point.

Just behind the central gambling table, a slender black figure was leaning against the wall and looking over. His whole body was indifferent, and he was incompatible with this large, lavish casino.

Zong Jiu watched Zhuge secretly look at him, his eyes briefly paused for two seconds and then moved away calmly.

He felt that this guy was definitely here to see a show.

At this moment, the dealer revealed the last community card.

Club 5.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether this card appears or not, because there are already three spades in the community cards, which can completely make up a royal flush.

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

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

The five-minute break is also a space for brief reflection.

Fanzhuo crossed his arms and looked sharply.

The exorcist was chatting with Azan in black. The two of them were not talking about the bet, and they didn't seem to take the bet to heart.

The Messiah still sat there with a gentle smile, as if the holy light was shining.

The Onmyoji rubbed his hands nervously and looked up at the others from time to time, his posture awkward.

As for the other two A-level trainees, they were looking at No. 1 on the first seat with feverish eyes throughout the whole process, wishing they could kneel down on the spot, worship him like a god.

The devil was still sitting on the velvet armchair, carelessly playing with a glass filled with scarlet wine.

No matter how fancy his movements were, not even a drop of the dark liquid in the wine glass leaked out. The pure white gloves still shone coldly in the light cast by the crystal chandelier.

Zongjiu sighed.

It's useless to think about it now. The first priority is to change the two trump cards in his hand.

Although Zongjiu trusted his own methods, he still decided to use the most cautious attitude. It never hurts to be cautious. If you walk too much at night, you might see a ghost.

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

"Sir, what are your orders?"

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

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

Because of this gesture, others whispered in fear.

"Damn, this familiar scene is happening again."

"You think this white-haired C-level guy won't ask the waiter to get a copy of "Introduction to Texas Hold'em"..."

"It's not impossible. The guidebook just now is so thick. Can he finish reading it?"

Zongjiu, who heard their whispers: "...?"

As a former master of magic, Zong Jiu was extremely skilled in the tricks and techniques that magicians knew.

Magicians look exactly the same when performing on the stage as they do in daily life. On the stage, they are good at talking, using exaggerated expressions, exaggerated body movements, and words to induce the audience to divert their attention in order to achieve their own secret movements. The purpose of the hands and feet.

Although Zongjiu looks as cool as a virgin off stage, once on stage he has to jump up and down like a schizophrenic rabbit. But there is nothing that can be done about it. This is what magicians do, not only to deceive people's eyes, but also to deceive people's thinking. If you go on stage with a cold face and don't interact with the audience, the performance of your magic will be greatly reduced.

Because of this, magicians are also called tricksters.

Just like Zong Jiu's "Introduction to Texas Hold'em Guide", in fact, the real purpose is to stir up trouble in that atmosphere, not to cheat, but to make the trainees at the A-level gambling table a little restless. The purpose is achieved.

But he is a very professional magician and will never use the same trick twice in a short period of time.

Therefore, Zongjiu had to change to a deceptive method.

Soon, amidst the curiosity of others, the tuxedoed waiter carrying a tray returned to the gaming table.

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

Zongjiu tore open the skin and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. The waiter quickly bent down to light it for him.

"rub--"

Golden-red flames shot up on the cold iron cover of the lighter, gently licking the end of the pipe.

He lowered his head and took a skillful puff. The flame burned the cigarette red and ignited the tobacco.

The young man held the cigarette between his bony fingers, rolled up his cuffs to half of his arms, and gently placed them on the dark green tablecloth of the gaming table.

Pure white long hair flowed down from the young man's shoulders, and his thin chin was slightly raised, revealing a fair and slender swan neck. When raised, it carries the fragile beauty of the death of the swan in the Bolshoi Theater's Swan Lake.

He squinted his eyes lazily and pursed his lips. The bright red color at the corners of his lips was hazy and exhaled along the light smoke, outlining a blurry and dreamlike picture, stopping in the colorful folds of the crystal.

At this moment, he didn't look like a human being, but rather like a charming ghost in the boundless autumn moon.

After taking a sip, Zong Jiu swept away the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile, "I'm addicted to cigarettes, I'm sorry."

Having said that, he had no intention of stopping.

Silence fell.

Everyone watched the white-haired beauty puff away her breath, her outline becoming more and more shadowy with every breath she took.

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

Under the ambiguous light line, everything has gone away, only the mist remains.

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

Oops, it's done.

Zongjiu frowned at the smell of smoke in his mind, and quickly took advantage of the smoke to do something with his two trump cards spread out on the table.

This move is his trump card, he can change the situation without anyone noticing. No matter how many people are staring at him, their focus will be diverted, and the shots will hit the target without exception.

After Zong Jiu finished all this, he looked up and saw that the purple-clothed dealer was still standing behind No. 1, with an expression that didn't even notice him at all.

The play must be played out honestly. Now that you've lit up a cigarette, you can't waste it.

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

If the devil's cheating card is the same as his, there are only two outcomes.

Either a demon with higher authority than him used some method to make the dealer in purple decide that Zong Jiu was cheating.

Either they both get a royal flush, and each of them splits half of the prize money from the central pool.

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 an emotionless terminal program.

Being emotionless means being fair and just, being rigid and unreasonable.

Although it is unknown what deal was reached between the demon and the main system, from Zongjiu's point of view, the demon is not resting easy.

If, as he speculated, the other party had the same authority as the main system, then he wouldn't have to make such a fuss by putting an "F" in the rating.

The dealer in purple didn't notice when he changed the cards, so he could probably eliminate this option.

To sum up, Zong Jiu ventured to conclude that the power of No. 1 is not big enough to control everything.

Just like No. 1's unpredictable puppet master's ability, it seems terrifying, but it has some unknown and harsh restrictions.

So, take a gamble?

The smoke has reached its end.

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

When he put out the cigarette butt, Zongjiu looked up specifically.

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

Just bet.

If you don't gamble, where can you seek wealth from danger? How can you get into the tiger's den and catch the tiger's cubs? Never admit defeat when betting on dogs!

the most important is--

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

"Everyone, I have a proposal."

Facing everyone's gaze, he smiled slowly.

"Since it's the last round, let's do something interesting, like..."

The young man opened his thin lips and pushed out the chips in his hand, "Just go all in."

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

[Damn, the newcomer is so fierce, just all in, I really have you.jpg]

[Why are newcomers so stubborn these days? With the chips they finally earned, they are all in? Don’t you leave yourself some escape route? 】

[Ah, why do you all think so? I’m the only one who thinks this newcomer’s trump card should be good? Otherwise, I wouldn't be so calm and calm, and have the courage to propose all-in. But if the winner is really him, then wouldn’t the other big guys who followed all in suffer big losses? Their blind bets must be larger than this newcomer’s.]

[What the person above said is correct, but you have ignored the premise of the question, which is that the newcomer must win. If he can’t win, then say hello]

The person in the front seat looked at him with an increasingly unclear look, and suddenly smiled softly.

"Okay." The devil agreed readily.

At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this newcomer is not only no longer trying to be a member of a group of big guys, but is also eager to do something.

The exorcist laughed loudly, "All in? It's quite a big game. It seems that you can't just join in the excitement."

Azan, who was sitting next to him in black, crossed his hands coldly, "It doesn't matter, just all in."

He didn't feel bad, as Azan in black was not very good at gambling. As early as when he entered Las Vegas, he went to the front desk with a backpack of materials and exchanged chips for the props he liked, without even taking a few gambles. The remaining balance in the card is still what I won from the other party when I was playing solo with the Exorcist just now.

The two S-class people expressed their opinions, and Fanzhuo finally raised his eyes from the back of his hand.

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

Another all in!

Four S-level players were all in, and the amount in the prize pool exceeded one million.

It was at this time that the two A-levels gritted their teeth and chose all-in almost at 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 looked quite ugly.

It is indeed a shame to fold in such a situation. Fortunately, other people came all-in one after another, which allowed Onmyoji to confirm the fact that his cards were really bad.

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

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

Whoever wins is the winner.

On the verge of breaking out.