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"Sorry, I'm still older than you."

The young man sitting across from Hashim spread out his hole cards, and once again won a pile of chips of various colors branded with the horned devil.

"Looks like you're having bad luck today. Lady Luck lifted her skirts at me and raised her middle finger at you."

Chapter 3 Eleven: The Blessings of Hell, the Abyss of Wild Gambling

Turn the hour hand back one hour.

Luke looked up at the Hell Hotel that was emitting thick smoke and black flames, and walked to the front of the long queue.

Just like Howard did, he held a few bills between his fingers and handed them to the black brother with the big gold chain.

The latter took it readily, and then gave up his position.

No matter what the time, the ink smell of banknotes is so addictive.

"Las Vegas residents, oblivious to the hotel's oddities, flocked in."

Luke swept over with the "All-Seeing Eye" in the book of Vishandi, and looked at the two security guards guarding the door.

Under the human skin, there is a hideous body surrounded by hell flames and wearing demon horns.

Walking into the gate of the hotel, the welcome lady dressed as a succubus is almost the same as herself.

They all have red skin, voluptuous figures, evil chests, and a slender tail that keeps shaking.

"This is in line with Howard's taste."

Luke suddenly remembered a very serious matter.

According to Alessandro, Howard walked into the Hell Hotel and never came out again.

He preconceived that it was Mephisto's conspiracy.

But another way of thinking, an old pervert like Howard may have been squeezed dry by the succubus.

I was in a state of exhaustion, running out of ammunition and food, my legs were weak, and I couldn't walk.

After thinking about it carefully, Luke actually felt that the possibility of this was extremely high.

After all, Howard has even fucked female vampires, with mixed tastes.

"Let me find Mephisto, where is that old devil?"

Luke walked to the front desk where the chips were exchanged, and his attention was instantly attracted.

Under his "all-seeing eyes", the blue, red, and white chips, which were imprinted with the pattern of a demon with horns, turned into distorted faces.

All are human souls!

"Pain and suffering are the currency of the Hell Hotel."

The waiter who exchanged the chips read the written lines and said with a blank expression: "Guest, everything you need can be obtained at the Hell Hotel."

"But the premise is that you have to give your soul to win one game after another."

Luke pursed his lips, Mephisto is also a genius.

Using the soul chip casino model, a circulation system has been constructed.

It seems that the old devil has been proficient in various ways of cutting leeks during these years of wandering around the world.

The slogans of Devil Securities Company and Hell Lending Company have all been thought out: No threshold for borrowing, guaranteed minimum interest, and no violent collection.

"Without chips, can I go to the gambling table?"

Luke glanced at the scales that weighed souls, wondering if he was going to expose himself by standing on them.

"It's okay, we have a pledge contract here, as long as you sign your name, you can get chips."

The waiter took out several paper contracts, with circles of exquisite patterns on the edges of the paper.

"Ten years can be exchanged for one blue chip, 30 years for three, and so on."

The blue chip is equivalent to the ten thousand yuan bill of the casino, and there are red chips and white chips behind it, which represent different values.

"Wow, there is actually a 1000-year pledge contract."

Luke exaggeratedly screamed, the old devil is still hard enough to cut leeks.

If anyone thinks this is just a game, sign this pledge contract.

Once the soul chips are all lost, he will give Mephisto a 1000-year white job, and he will never be able to rest in peace in this life.

"I want to sign 1000 vintages."

Luke pulled out the pledge contract and signed the Supreme Mage's name without hesitation.

This kind of contract is binding, so it's better to use Gu Yi as a shield.

Anyway, the Supreme Master should be very experienced in refusing to collect money and repay debts.

"Okay, guest, here are your chips."

The waiter happily put away the contract, and handed the tray full of blue chips to Luke with both hands.

"Let me see if there's any good Texas Hold'em, this is it."

Luke turned around, squeezed into the poker area with a large number of people, and randomly picked a gaming table to sit down.

"Here comes another fat sheep."

Hashim, pretending to be a gambler, glanced at the chips in Luke's tray and smiled coldly.

Time goes back to the present.

Texas hold'em has always been a popular game in casinos.

The number of participants usually ranges from two to 20 people.

There are three types of betting tables: limit betting tables, betting limit tables, and no-limit betting tables.

The rules are more complicated to explain in detail, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings for others.

So in a nutshell, at the beginning of the game, each player will get two cards face down.

After several rounds of dealing and betting, the player must combine the hole cards with the public cards to form the largest winning card, and then compare the size with other players.

Counting from big to small, there are almost ten kinds of cards.

The largest is a Royal Flush, and the smaller ones are three of a kind, two pair, one pair, etc.

The Texas Hold'em competition is about calculating card types and psychological games.

Masters can read cards and guess cards.

Basically, at the beginning of the game, you know what kind of cards you should set for this round, and then you start to guess the opponent's cards and start a fierce psychological game.

For example, some people obviously don't have a big hand, but they like to call wildly to put pressure on their opponents.

There are also veteran players who are very good at using the "bluffing" method.

speak loudly, behave arrogantly,

Use this kind of performance to scare your opponents from calling, or make them suspicious, so as to achieve the ultimate goal.

Hashim was once the re-elected champion of the poker world competition, and he is proficient in many ways of playing poker, including bridge, stud, blackjack and so on.

Texas Hold'em is his specialty. His innate talent for reading cards allows this guy to form the most suitable cards in every round and win the opponent's chips smoothly.

Since the soul fell into hell and lost its freedom.

Hashim endured the scorching heat, the smoky smell of sulfur, and the chattering of inferior demons every day.

Hell is not a good place.

Otherwise, those demons, demons, and even Mephisto himself, why would they come to the world to wander around twice when they have nothing to do.

It wasn't until the establishment of the Hell Hotel that Hashem, who was a dog bettor during his lifetime, was remembered by Mephisto.

He, who has become a minion of the devil, temporarily leaves the terrible lower hell.

Become the regional manager of the hotel casino and be in charge of all things poker.

In just a few days, Hashim has bankrupted dozens of guests, lost all their soul chips, and became slaves to the Lord of Hell.

In short, he's doing well.

Until Hashim met the bastard sitting across from him, a young human who won 32 games in a row!

"You are definitely cheating!"

Hashem was impotent and furious, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

The bloodshot protruding eyeballs stared straight at the cards that Luke spread out.

A, k, q, j, 10, five cards of the same suit, just form a royal flush.

"How could such a card type appear!"

Thin-cheeked and addicted, Hashim felt like his brain was going to explode.

According to his calculations, the ratio of a royal flush is 30939:1, which translates to a probability of 0003.

In other words, unless there is a miracle, or Luke cheats, it is completely impossible to make up this rare card type that can take all the players.

"You can win, but you can't afford to lose? It is a very bad behavior to accuse your opponent of cheating without evidence."

A blue chip with the largest face value was rolling between Luke's fingers. Within two hours after entering the casino, he had already won five souls.

"Let's stop here, you've made me lose interest in continuing the game, and you've already lost everything."

Luke flexed his fingers and flicked the rolled chips to Miss Succubus next to him.

The chip with the horned devil pattern on it happened to fall into the middle of the latter's chest.

"You're charming! Hotel Hell always welcomes big spenders like you!"

A blue chip is roughly equivalent to one-third to one-fifth of the soul weight of a human being.

This is no small sum.

Miss Succubus wanted to stick her body to Luke.

The Hell Hotel also has a performance appraisal. They work for Mephisto and can also earn a certain amount of soul chips.

The old devil knows how to drive the "employees" under his hands, so that all the devils can enjoy the blessing treatment like social animals.

"Wait! I can gamble again!"

Hashim thought of his performance and bonus, with a ruthless look on his face.

"I can bet my soul!"

Chapter 3 If I lose, I will eat it on the spot

"Your soul doesn't belong to you, so what qualifications do you have as a bargaining chip?"

Luke put his arms around Miss Succubus who was pasted up, and let the latter carry a tray full of chips and swagger towards the next gaming table.

He didn't even look straight at the devil minion who lost all his chips. This is the contempt of the winner for the loser.

"And, no matter how many more rounds of the game you play, you will never be my opponent."

Luke spoke sarcastically in a standard villain tone.

Human gambling games are not difficult for him.

The card reading and counting that Hashim is proud of are nothing in front of Superman.

Not to mention the ridiculously low probability of a royal straight flush, if Luke is willing, he can play ten such cards in a row.

Besides, his super vision can see the opponent's hole cards clearly.

When it comes to playing Texas Hold'em, you can't beat my jpg

Luke really wanted to throw an emoticon pack at the other party.

"21 point."

Leaving the Texas Hold'em table, he began to harm the next place.

Only the defeated general with a look of despair and utter despondency was left behind.