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"If Mephisto doesn't come out, I'll win all the chips at every table."

This is Luke's idea. Anyway, in order to cut leeks, the old devil's casino does not limit the amount of bets at all.

In theory, as long as he wins enough chips fast enough, he can close the Hell Hotel.

"Everyone, this gentleman will pay for all the consumption tonight!"

Luke walked halfway and whispered something in Miss Succubus's ear.

The latter conveyed the original words, which immediately caused cheers in the casino.

The word that is most likely to be favored by others in the world is "treat".

And one of the easiest things to do is to "prostitute for nothing".

Hearing that someone was paying for the consumption, the guests who came in to have fun flocked to the buffet table.

They haven't realized that if they can't earn enough soul chips, they will never be able to leave this hotel.

"Have fun."

Luke is like a wealthy high roller, throwing out a lot of red and white chips.

Once again, a large group of people came around to fight for it, and he sat down at the blackjack table with Miss Succubus in his arms.

Due to various previous performances, he won chips wildly.Spending a lot of money made Luke at this time have the aura of a gambling god.

Not only the guests next to him took the initiative to give up space, even the sexy dealer who dealt the cards trembled.

With a relaxed smile on the corner of Luke's mouth, he pushed out all the chips in the tray and said softly, "Let's get started."

This calm and calm appearance made Miss Succubus, who was snuggling next to her, burst into joy, her eyes twinkling with stars.

She couldn't help getting closer, her slender tail flicking back and forth.

Luke didn't squint, focusing on the gaming table.

He has no interest in Miss Succubus who is smiling so hard that her legs can't be closed. Even in a friendly match, the contestants must be as good as the queen of the border of hell.

"Mondes, how many times has he won?"

Sitting on the top floor, watching Mephisto of the casino, there was no joy or anger on his face.

"This human being, he has won seventeen hands in a row, and every time it is exactly blackjack."

Even across the phone line, Mondes could feel the anger seething within the Helllord.

This kind of smashing behavior, even if it is placed in the human world, will provoke a "serious warning" from the casino.

What's more, the behind-the-scenes owner of the Hell Hotel is Mephisto, an old devil who has absolutely no kindness or mercy.

"Heh, it's all 21 o'clock, which is really arrogant."

Mephisto's tone was soft, but the more he said this, the more anger he accumulated in his heart.

The rules of the blackjack game are very simple, let the sum of the cards in your hand not exceed 21 points and try to be larger than others.

Generally speaking, players will continue to take cards when the sum of points is 48.

When 17 points and above, no longer draw cards, worrying about "exploding" even if the points exceed 21.

If someone can win seventeen hands in a row, it may also be attributed to good technique and good luck.

But if on this basis, not only wins in a row, but also all the hands are exactly blackjack, which is also a kill card, just like the Royal Flush in Texas Hold'em.

As long as you get it, you will win.

The disadvantage is that it is difficult and risky.

When the hand points reach 19 points, the probability of "exploding" will increase infinitely.

To get just enough blackjack, Mondes couldn't think of any other way than cheating.

"It's time to meet this guest, so as not to say that my hell hotel is not well received."

Mephisto hung up the phone and stood up.

A smile appeared on his sinister face, and the flames of hell lingering on his body turned into a red suit.

He built the hell hotel in the world just to harvest more souls.

But the appearance of Luke made the old devil's plan come to a standstill.

Play Texas Hold'em with a Royal Flush.

To play blackjack, add up the points of the two cards in the hands of Blackjack to a total of 21 points, such as an ace and a flower card or 21 points.

This is simply pointing at the casino owner's nose and saying, Master is cheating, what can you do?

Mephisto has never been a good-natured devil, and he has been offended before.

Except for the previous generation of supreme mages, this generation of supreme mages, and the next generation of supreme mages, those guys are all dead.

Leaning on the silver skull cane, Mephisto came to the casino.

He went straight to the blackjack table, looked at Luke and said, "I want to play a few games with you."

"Okay."

Luke nodded in agreement.

After gaining the authority of the god of death Seth, his soul light, which shone like a firefly in the night, was finally able to hide.

Otherwise, the old devil wouldn't think of himself as a human being who messed up.

If he could see the light of the soul, Mephisto should reflect seriously at this time.

What did I do to provoke the evil star in front of me.

"How about a stud to decide the outcome?"

Mephisto snapped his fingers, and the waiter behind him pushed a small cart with blue chips that could cover the entire gaming table.

"No problem, I also like this exciting gameplay."

Luke nodded again, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Miss Succubus, who was sitting next to her, had gradually distanced herself from him.

Whoa!

Stacks of blue chips are pushed into the middle area of ​​the gaming table, which are fresh souls one after another.

"Two cards for the player, two cards for the banker."

The turbulent sexy croupier trembled a little with his hand dealing the cards.

"You seem confident in yourself?"

Mephisto glanced at his bright and hidden cards, and took a sip of the red wine he served.

"I just feel like, lady luck is always on my side tonight."

Luke smiled slightly, he couldn't see the old devil's hand clearly.

Incomparably thick and pitch-black flames enveloped the range he was in.

It seems that the hell lord has noticed that the means used by Luke may not be "cheating methods" in the usual sense.

"Showdown."

Mephisto, who confirmed that he would no longer take the cards, looked confident that he was sure of winning.

In his long life, he was also addicted to gambling games invented by humans.

In other words, this old devil is actually a senior gambling dog.

"Nineteen! How can you beat me?"

Mephisto turned over his hidden cards and added the points of the bright cards to exactly nineteen.

It was only a little bit away from being exploded.

The old devil stared at Luke the whole time, and didn't find anything unusual about him.

No one can cheat in front of themselves without being caught!

Mephisto firmly believes in this.

In addition, Luke only needs one card, and the sum of his points is roughly estimated to be between 810 and [-].

Won!

"If you can lose my nineteen points in seconds, I'll eat this table on the spot!"

The old devil said with a sneer.

There was a flash of fire in his eyes, and he saw directly through Luke's hand.

Sure enough!

It's only ten o'clock in total!

"That's what you said, Your Excellency Mephisto."

The corner of Luke's mouth curled up, and he spread out all the cards in his hand.

"Excuse me, it's 21 o'clock."

I was calculated? !

Mephisto reacted, his eyes filled with hell flames, and looked fiercely at Luke who became the winner.

"who are you?"

The old devil asked with a gloomy expression.

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"who are you?"

Even though Luke hid it well and didn't reveal the fact that he was a big shot.

But when the hole card at 21 o'clock was revealed, no matter how slow Mephisto was, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite was extraordinary!

Being able to play tricks under his nose and win this round.

Not only do you need a lot of courage, but you also need to have enough strength.

The only time Mephisto lost to mortals dates back to the time of Faust a long time ago.

That sly, damned, shameless guy can fool the equally sly, damned, shameless old devil mainly because of the secret help of angels.

To be precise, it was an open and secret struggle between hell and heaven.

The mortal Faust is just a pawn caught in the middle.

To put it bluntly, a hell boss like Mephisto sitting at the gambling table will definitely not abide by the rules.

If you can cheat, you can cheat, if you can cheat, you can cheat.

If you lose, you don't admit it, and if you win, you taunt.

In the end, he ran out of chips, so he could flip the table and leave.

What's more shameless, he can also snatch back the chips that the opponent has won.

This is the true demeanor of the devil!

As long as you can play badly, you will never go head-to-head with your opponent.

Facing Mephisto, who doesn't care about face and dignity at all, he wants to win him.

Unless the opponent is of equal strength and can prevent the old devil from playing tricks, it is impossible.

"You know my name and you can win this round, you are definitely not an ordinary person!"

"Mage of Karma Taj? Sithorn, spokesperson of Saitorak?"

Mephisto kept asking questions with a gloomy face.

He didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter.

The young human sitting opposite did not reveal an overly strong magical aura.

Coupled with his strong physique, he doesn't look like a serious mage.

Except for that slightly handsome face, a little handsome face, and a rather outstanding mysterious temperament.