American comics Lord of Hell

While gambling, Andrew secretly stuck small objects under the gaming table, as well as in some hidden places.

Sylvia was very surprised that Andrew had won consecutive bets. She asked in a low voice: "Will, how did you do it? You keep winning?"

This problem was not only faced by Sylvia, but also by others. Many people looked at Andrew in surprise and called him a lucky boy.

It is a kind of luck to keep winning, and it is also a kind of luck to be able to pick up a young lady like Sylvia.

"Did you know? There is a kind of cicada called the eighteen-year cicada. It has been buried in the ground for seventeen years and only cries for eighteen days."

Andrew replied: "I, Will, have lived for twenty-seven years just for this day. Today, I will kill God if I stand in the way of God, and kill Buddha if I stand in the way of Buddha. No one can stop me from winning money. Please call me the God of Gambling."

After saying that, Andrew put his hands on his hair, turning it into a slicked back look, and swallowed a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

It's a pity that it lacks some BGM, otherwise it would be perfect.

Sylvia didn't understand why Andrew ate chocolate and combed his hair. She complained: "If you put it this way, if you just pick an old man out of the slums, wouldn't he be able to kill everyone?"

"They are them and I am me. Today, I will win everything, including you."

Andrew looked at Sylvia with burning eyes, as if she was his prey. To be honest, this was a bit rude, but Sylvia's heart was beating fast.

“I haven’t seen such an energetic young man for a long time.”

Just then, a voice came from above: "Since you are so confident, then come up and play with us."

Andrew turned his head and saw a 'young man' standing on the second floor who was speaking. He was wearing a white suit and had a majestic and vicissitudes of temperament. He was obviously not a real young man.

Seeing this man, Sylvia was a little embarrassed and quickly got rid of Andrew's hand, because this man was her father, the big banker Philip.

Andrew actually knew the identity of the other party, but he pretended not to know and forcibly carried Sylvia up. Sylvia was very embarrassed, her whole body was stiff, and at the same time a little irritated. After all, she was resisting the most majestic father.

Phillip's mouth twitched a little. Has this guy taken the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage? How dare you do this to his daughter in front of him?

Phillip did not disclose his identity immediately. He thought for a while and asked the staff on the side to check Andrew's identity and see who he really was.

"If you want to play, then I will play with you. No matter in the past or in the future, I am a waste."

Andrew walked to the second floor and said to Phillip and others: "But today, I am the biggest, and I can succeed in whatever I want to do."

"If you are ambitious, let us see if you are a king today?"

Philip motioned for Andrew to take a seat. In addition to him, there were four other players. They looked at Andrew with interest, like watching gorillas in the park.

Such a guy can bring a little more fun to their peaceful lives. This is his greatest value and the reason why he is qualified to play cards with them.

These people were playing Texas Hold'em poker. Andrew didn't even look at the cards dealt to him, and just played for a hundred years.

Everyone was a little surprised. A hundred years is nothing. The key is that this guy didn't look at his trump card.

Phillip asked: "Are you so confident?"

"I told you, today I am so powerful that no one can stop me."

Andrew said arrogantly, and the other players laughed when they heard this. They had not seen such a self-righteous fool for many years. After all, not everyone is qualified to appear in front of them.

"Follow, deal the cards."

Phillip said, and everyone else followed suit. Bullying is their favorite thing.

Soon, the dealer dealt out five cards. Andrew's cards were Black-Hearted Ten, Black-Hearted J, and Black-Hearted King. The remaining two cards were covered and could not be seen.

Other players' cards were good and bad. Among them, Philip's card was the best, three nines. He looked at Andrew's arm and smiled: "Seven hundred years, do you dare to follow?"

Seven hundred years is the remaining time for Andrew. If he follows, once he loses, he will be eliminated immediately and die directly. He will not even be qualified to go back to the ghetto.

Sylvia looked at her father dissatisfied. Philip didn't care. This daughter was raised by him to be a bit innocent. It wouldn't be a bad thing to let her know more about the cruelty of the world.

The others' cards were not as good as Phillip's and they all folded. Andrew looked at Phillip and said, "I'll follow."

"Have courage."

Phillip laughed, and Sylvia punched Andrew on the shoulder dissatisfied. Andrew smiled and said, "Are you distressed? Don't worry, I won't lose, and I've already paid for the room."

"Room?"

Naturally, everyone knew what this meant, and they all looked at Phillip with amusement. Phillip's face was a little dark. This kid was really looking for death.

Sylvia's face was red and she wanted to kick this bastard away. How could she actually say this in public?

"Open the cards, young man, being bold may not be a good thing sometimes."

Phillip snorted coldly, opened the bottom of the card, and there were four nines. He said, "I don't believe it. Are you a flush?"

At this time, Andrew only had a few dozen seconds left on his arm, but he didn't panic at all. He ate a piece of chocolate first, and then opened the fifth card, Black Heart Q. Everyone was stunned. It couldn't really be a flush. ?

Andrew did not show off, and revealed the first card, which was the black-heart A. There was no doubt that Andrew really had a flush.

"I said, no one can stop me today."

Andrew laughed loudly, and the time on his arm skyrocketed to more than two thousand years. Philip and others were very surprised. They actually let him win? Isn't this incredible?

Sylvia was also shocked, and then couldn't help but cheer.

"Are you still playing? Tonight, I will definitely win, no matter who comes."

Andrew said arrogantly, I combed my God of Gamblers hair and ate God of Gamblers chocolates, what reason do I have to lose?

Of course, this is just a joke. The reason why Andrew has a flush is because he activated the blessing of the world (the protagonist's luck) and made himself prosperous.

"What a young man."

Phillip laughed and said, "Then let's play. I want to see if you can always win?"

"I never disappoint."

Andrew said, and then, the gambling game started again, and he won five consecutive games. Philip was so angry that he asked someone to check the cards to see if someone was cheating?

Philip didn't care about this little money. The problem was that every time Andrew won, his daughter Sylvia would cheer and even give Andrew benefits. How could he tolerate this?

The casino owner immediately asked someone to come over and check, but found nothing wrong. He took a look at Andrew and dealt the cards himself.

The gambling game here attracted a lot of people's attention. Many respectable people came over to watch. Some even replaced the original players and played along.

No matter who plays the game, the result is the same. Andrew kills God when God blocks him, and kills Buddha when Buddha blocks him. He spends more and more time on his body.

The men and women in the field looked at Andrew in surprise. Many people even worshiped him. He could win more than ten games in a row. Is this the god of gambling descending to earth?

The one who admired her the most was Sylvia. If Phillip hadn't been here, they would have kissed each other.

Phillip's face turned completely dark. At this moment, his men came over and told him Will's details in a low voice.

"I was just an ordinary worker one day ago, and now I'm actually in the first time zone and making a big splash?"

Phillip frowned, glanced at Andrew and Sylvia, who were getting closer, snorted coldly, and ordered in a low voice: "Find someone from the Time Administration, I suspect there is something wrong with this person."

"Yes, sir."

The men immediately called. Andrew naturally knew their actions and did not stop them. Everything was under his control.

At the Time Management Bureau, everyone was working overtime to find the whereabouts of a hundred years. At this moment, Raymond received a call from Philip. His eyes lit up and he suddenly made a fortune. Could this guy named Will be the one they were looking for? of people, right?

"Let's go and capture that guy."

Raymond said excitedly, and then the group set off in the car as fast as possible. Halfway through, Raymond thought of something, put his left arm on the instrument and said, "Apply for today's allowance."

"application passed."

The prompt sounded, and Raymond had one more day, but his total time was only one day and a few hours.

Yes, although the Time Management Bureau has great power, the people inside still have to fight for time. Even a captain like Raymond is no exception. If he fails to receive his allowance in time, he will also die.

However, Raymond didn't think there was any problem. Instead, he felt that he was a superior person and completely looked down on those in the slums, even though he himself had climbed up from the slums.

"Will?"

Raymond looked at Will's portrait and frowned slightly. He seemed to know this guy's father.

Soon, the people from the Time Administration arrived at the casino, and Andrew was still killing everyone inside. The accumulated time exceeded more than five thousand years. This number, even in a wealthy area, is not a small number.

Of course, after more than five thousand years, it is not in the eyes of those big guys. They are just simply unhappy. After all, they have lost more than a dozen games, which is too embarrassing.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

At this moment, the Time Administration entered the scene. They pushed away the people around and surrounded Andrew. Raymond said: "We suspect you of robbing time. Please come back with us and cooperate with the investigation."

"Robbery time?"

Everyone exclaimed, they didn’t expect this God of Gamblers to be a robber?

"That's impossible, Will isn't like that."

Sylvia shouted, and Raymond said: "Miss, he is just a garbage from the slums. This kind of garbage can do anything. You should stay away from him to avoid getting hurt."

Sylvia wanted to say something else, but Philip asked the bodyguard who came in to take her to stand behind him. Then, he smoked a cigar and watched the show with other big guys.

Their time is not so easy to win.