The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

In the dull sight of the man, the "ordinary citizen" who was more ferocious than the thugs walked around him, waved at him, and then walked into the depths of the darkness.

Swick followed behind him cautiously with his waist bowed, as humble as a dog.

"Damn... Who said that good people don't get rewarded."

The man suddenly burst into tears, and kowtowed vigorously towards Mu En's disappearance.

"Bruce Wayne..."

In his mouth, he chanted the name devoutly.

……

……

"you lose."

In the luxurious casino, Mouse King Sam put down the cards in his hand, and looked at the sweaty middle-aged man in front of him with disdain.

"How... how is it possible?"

The middle-aged man slumped down on the chair, looking at his hand in disbelief.

"I have three, why did I lose three?"

"You have three, but I have four."

Sam tapped the four identical numbers in his hand, showing a sneer:

"The winner takes all. This is the rule of the casino, boy, you don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

"I……"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a beautiful dealer in a low-cut short skirt pushed all the chips in front of him to Mouse King Sam.

Just now, confident in his own hand, in order to get his money back, he directly chose Stud.

So now, all his chips, a total of 100 million, will belong to the man across the long table, who is as short as a dwarf, but no one dares to underestimate him.

His idea of ​​getting his money back and even getting rich fell through. Now, he has nothing.

"and many more……"

In desperation, the middle-aged man held down the last few chips and said with trembling lips:

"I'm not done yet, please give me another chance, let me do it again, I will definitely... I will be able to win back all the money I lost, please give me another chance."

"The opportunity was not given to me."

Sam played with those exquisitely crafted chips, which were far more charming than banknotes, and said with a smile:

"One chip for a thousand Emiles, everyone is equal, if you want to make a comeback, you have to get more money."

"Money...but I don't have any money now. I got the money tonight by mortgaging all the property and fields at home. How can I have any money..."

"Really? You have no money."

Sam sighed regretfully, and then his expression suddenly turned cold:

"Waste my time without money? Someone, throw him out!"

"Wait... don't drag me away, don't drag me away, I can still get money, I can still get money, Sam, Sam, I can mortgage my daughter to you, and my wife, can mortgage Here it is, lend me some more money, before I lend me a little more, I feel that my luck has already come up, and I will definitely win next time!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, struggling constantly in the hands of the casino guards, desperately wanting to return to the place where he lost everything.

But Sam was unmoved at all, he took a deep breath of the cigar handed by his subordinates, and said disdainfully in the smog:

"Damn, who doesn't know that the two female dinosaurs and the little female dinosaurs in your family are even more ugly than the mud on the soles of my feet. Why do I want to come here to treat low blood pressure?"

In the heart-piercing wailing, the man who had nothing was thrown out of the casino, not knowing where he would go.

But almost everyone knows that there is a high probability that he will come back again, and continue to step into this bottomless abyss with the money he got from nowhere.

"Boss, are you still playing tonight?"

The confidant came over and asked in a low voice.

"tonight……"

Sam glanced across the casino.

According to his past practice, it will not end so early.

But recently, the rumors in the entire Belle Rand are not right, which caused the business of the casino to drop a lot. At a glance, there are no big fish at all.

"forget it."

Sam conveniently touched the big white and tender breasts of the croupier next to him, and said with a lewd smile:

"That kid Swick, didn't you present your sister? I'm going to play something else tonight."

"Ok."

The confidant responded, ready to go down and make arrangements.

But at this moment, a black figure appeared behind the empty gaming table at some point.

"Huh? Is it over yet?"

The figure took off the jacket of the dress, and put the simple cane and a silver box on the gaming table.

He raised his top hat with a wide brim, and smiled at Sam with a harmless and kind smile.

"It's a long night, Mr. Sam, would you like some more games?"

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"You are……"

Mouse King Sam, who was about to leave, stopped and looked at the man across the table.

The black dress had been taken off, and it was held in his hands, revealing a close-fitting gray vest and white shirt. The clothes were clearly cut by top tailors, and they fit the curves of the body very closely, making the man taller and taller.

The face under the top hat is three-dimensional and deep, with obvious characteristics of northern Slavs, but it is rare for Slavs to have such clear light blue eyes.

Only in the shadow of the top hat, it was difficult for Sam to see what was lurking in those eyes.

"Bruce Wayne."

The man pressed his top hat and nodded politely.

"Good evening, Your Honor Sam."

"Bruce Wayne?"

Sam frowned and chewed on this name. He had been in the lower city for a long time, and he was familiar with all the respectable people here, but he had never heard of this name.

Is it just a brat who didn't know where he got his name from?

"Sorry, I have to rest tonight."

Sam waved his hand indifferently, "Go and play with other people."

"is it?"

Mu En sighed regretfully, "It's a pity, I heard that the famous Mr. Sam is very good at gambling, so I specially prepared a little extra chips."

The silver box was opened, and with a crisp crashing sound, beautifully crafted chips flowed out of it, piling up on the gaming table to form a hill.

That was a total of 1000 million chips exchanged from Emile, a total of [-]. I don't know how they were packed into such a small box, but when they were all poured out, covering nearly half of the gaming table , it will still bring people great visual shock.

For a moment, all the eyes of the casino came together, sometimes accompanied by exclamations like local tyrants.

"Since Mr. Sam has no time to play, all I have to do is..."

"and many more!"

Sam sat back suddenly, his eyes flickered like a mouse saw cheese:

"Who said I don't have time."

"Can……"

"Nothing but."

Sam glanced at Mu En again, and this time, he found Mu En on his arm, and the luxurious gold thread decoration on the black dress coat.

Seemingly remembering something, Sam couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"You are not from Bellerand, are you from the Northern Territory?"

"Has it been discovered so quickly? It is indeed the rat king in the rumors in the streets."

Mu En took off her top hat, revealing her conspicuous... short silver-white hair, and smiled.

"I am indeed from the Northern Territory, and I have only recently entered Bellerand to see the world."

"No wonder..."

Sam licked his lips with hot eyes.

The Northern Territory is rich in rare mineral deposits, and similarly, it is also rich in nouveau riche sitting on rare mineral deposits.

Foolish people with a lot of money, alcoholism, gambling, and like to dress themselves up as bad nobles, but they don't even know a few big characters. This is the most authentic label the world has for those nouveau riche.

So no matter where they are, those who get rich in the Northern Territory are the most pleasing guests.

After all, no one is better than them... to slaughter.

"What are you still doing?"

Sam shouted angrily towards the surroundings:

"Why don't you give my most distinguished guest, dear Mr. Bruce, the best service?"

The originally deserted casino became agitated again.

Elegant music sounded leisurely.

The waiters were running around, bringing wine and cigars to the distinguished guests.

The beautiful croupier with a low cut wishing to be below her breasts and a short skirt wishing to be as high as her thighs, while helping Mu En to arrange the chips, casually showed off her enchanting figure to him.

"That's right."

With a cigar in one hand, Mu En slapped the beautiful croupier's ass with the other, causing a burst of exclamation and laughing loudly:

"It's a long night, you gotta have some fun, don't you?"

"Mr. Bruce is absolutely right."

Mouse King Sam also rubbed his hands excitedly, "Then shall we start?"

"Go, go."

Mu En waved her hand impatiently, "Start now."

I'm so anxious.

A cold smile flashed in Sam's eyes.

I hope that when you lose even your pants, you can still laugh.

"Then Mr. Bruce, since it's just the two of us, why don't we use Belleland's most common bass poker to decide the outcome?"

Sam flipped the chips in his hand flexibly with his fingers, and suggested.

"Of course." Mu En agreed with a smile.

The so-called bass poker is very similar to the Texas Hold'em in Mu En's previous life, but it has been simplified to a certain extent.

After the croupier issues two bottom cards, the bottom bet is placed, and then the face cards are issued. The bets cannot be lower than the bottom bets in each round of face cards.

Cards can be folded, but not capped.

After three rounds, if no one folds, the suit will be compared with the number, and the winner will get all the chips.

The winner takes all, the money comes quickly, the casino rake is low, and the rules are extremely simple, even those scum whose brains have been corrupted by alcohol and banned drugs can easily understand, making it quickly popular in the lower city of Belleland.

It is said that many aristocratic gentlemen in the upper city are obsessed with this kind of game.

However, many gangsters also like to play like this, in fact, because...

"Mr. Sam, something suddenly occurred to me."