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"How about it, continue?" The "King" in Lancelot's hand fell back on the table,

"No more, you've won." K propped himself up on the table and smiled.

Lancelot waved his hand: "Remember to charge 100 million to my account."

Seeing that he was about to leave, K asked, "You left before the second game started?"

Lancelot turned his head, and the blue eyes under the reflective mask under the light were smiling: "I won't come, I will accept it as soon as I see it."

"The second game won't affect the bonus of the first game." K insisted on trying to keep him, and he already had another deck of poker in his hand.

It is equivalent to whether he wins or loses in the second game, Lancelot already has the 100 million in his pocket. If he wins the second game, the bonus will be even more attractive.

"I know." Lancelot still had no intention of continuing, he looked up at the crowd on the second floor who were watching.

"I really want to come to the second round with you." K's tone was slightly regretful.

Lancelot was slightly taken aback: "Let's talk about it later when we have a chance."

"It seems that there is still no room for this second deck of cards today." K put away the cards on the table resentfully, "But you are really an interesting person, sometimes you are too adventurous, and sometimes you are too adventurous. It’s a little too rigid.”

Lancelot looked at the second deck of cards on the table. The appearance was obviously much higher than the first deck. In fact, he really wanted to continue if given the chance.

"Then I think senior is praising me?"

"It can be regarded as a compliment, and we have made friends." K picked up a card on the table, flipped it down, and pushed the flipped card in front of Lancelot.

K signaled him to turn over the card, but Lancelot didn't make a move.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?" K asked him with a smile.

Lancelot got up and bowed slightly: "No."

"Let me also give you a piece of advice. Such a personality may make you unable to grasp some things. If one day you encounter this situation, you must break your inherent thinking and let yourself go. There may be unexpected results."

What K said was a bit obscure, Lancelot secretly remembered, nodded: "I thank you, senior."

When Lancelot walked out of the ring, he was already the focus of the crowd, and everyone saw the bet between him and K on the ring.

Lancelot knew that his plan had worked when he saw that there were many people following him, who followed him wherever he went.

It's not that he doesn't want the 1000 million in the second game, but the probability is too small for him. Although a goddess of luck will take care of him in front of K, it's just a blindfold, and he can win by staying for so many days. I figured it out bit by bit.

He needs a surer way to earn that 1000 million or more.

So there is now this trick.

Winning the famous K in the first game, and not yet playing the second game, was enough to make him the focus of the crowd.

After the first step was completed, Lancelot started the second step.

In the eyes of the crowd, the mysterious hoodie began to wander around the venue, standing still in front of a project, betting on a very unfavorable party, and even spent a lot of money, directly betting 100 million.

That project is called "Walking Horse Chess", which is similar to the game of Go, but it is also extended on the basis of Go, with a higher level of gameplay and high requirements for players' computing power.

The rules are cumbersome and difficult to understand, plus it is a brain-testing project, so there are very few people in this area.

Lancelot's shot attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Someone was doing some science popularization for novices, and at the same time was analyzing how bad Lancelot's game of chess was.

Everyone couldn't understand what Lancelot wanted to do. Is this a charity for the casino?Or is it that he and the player he bet on are acquaintances, spending a lot of money to support the game?

This is the scene in the eyes of everyone.

From Lancelot's point of view, he wasn't just wandering around the arena, but deliberately avoided crowded events, and then found events that he had squatted before and understood. But in fact, the undercurrent can turn the tide against the wind.

Coincidentally, he saw a person he had been paying attention to a few days ago, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with brown hair and a little freckles on his face.

He seems to be a loyal player of "Mars Chess". Lancelot chose this project as one of his goals at first, but was finally persuaded by the difficulty because of lack of time, but he noticed this boy.

The strength is strong enough, and he is very good at turning against the wind.The most important thing is that no one has paid attention to this little boy.

But even so, Lancelot was still a little vain when he bet all his net worth and the 100 million he just won.

That game of chess lasted for two hours, and several onlookers in the crowd went to the next area to gamble and came back before finally seeing the result.

The little boy Lancelot had bet on actually turned the tables and won.

His stake doubled to 200 million.

Now those onlookers all saw Lancelot's ability, and couldn't help but secretly stunned in the audience.

In the next few hours, Lancelot swept more than half of the items in this casino, and all bets were correct without exception.

At the beginning, there were still people watching the excitement, and later they all joined Lancelot's ranks. They bet whatever Lancelot bet.

But as more and more people bet with Lancelot, those bets that were not made by the dealer had almost no odds, and the profits were getting less and less.

Lancelot said to the people following him: "Everyone, please don't follow me, or everyone won't make money."

Someone in the crowd responded: "If we bet on the opposite side of the boss, we will lose money!"

"That's it."

"Boss, just play your game, don't worry about us."

Lancelot: "That's what you said, don't blame me if you don't make money."

"I'm sure it's not your fault."

"Yes, the boss helped us earn so much, thank you before it's too late."

Lancelot responded with a smile on his face, but he actually planned to run away.

The desperadoes in the casino see money, and if they lose money, they will not recognize anyone.

Now his final chess move has been set up, and it is only a matter of finishing.

In fact, this step can come later, and the fish that are caught with long lines will be more and bigger later, but Lancelot noticed that some unknown forces in the casino have already started to act.

He guessed that the dealer was about to make a move, and when the dealer made a move, he would really have no money to make.

Lancelot came to a project called "Reverse Black", and this time he took out another 100 million as the principal.

Seeing that he had won so much, those people followed suit and made a lot of bets.

As a result, Lancelot "overturned" this time, and even lost nothing.

Those popular scolds who followed suit and bet more than him.

Lancelot touched his head and smiled: "Hahaha sorry, the car overturned."

Just now those people who had been licking their faces with him lost money and turned their faces in an instant, and now one or two are vicious.

There is a person who bet 200 million, he was the loudest responder to Lancelot just now, but now he is the first to rush out and point to Lancelot's nose

The son is scolding.

Lancelot pretended to be helpless: "Sir, I should have told you not to follow me. If you insist on following me, you won't be able to play if you lose money."

The angry teeth were itchy, and he raised his fist while cursing in his mouth, ready to hit someone.

Counting the money he had won, Lancelot thought it would be worth the blow. He had already prepared his defensive posture, but the fist didn't land for a long while.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly there was another person in front of him.

Lancelot recognized who this person was at a glance, but because he was still pretending, he insisted on not making a sound.

The person standing in front of him was Uriah.

Lancelot muttered to himself how he was everywhere, and how timely he appeared every time.

Uriah took the unreasonable man's punch very easily: "Want to fight?" He exerted so much force on his hand that he could even hear the crisp sound of the bones, making the man howl in pain.

"No, no, no! I was the one who got excited. Losing money is a normal thing, a normal thing."

"Excited?" Uriah snorted coldly, and pressed the man's head on the table with his backhand, making a loud bang.

The man hurriedly replied: "Yes yes yes yes..."

Uriah narrowed his eyes, sneered and pulled the man's head up: "Okay, then I'll let you calm down."

I saw him lift the person up mercilessly, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the person far away, directly smashing another table, and the colored chips were scattered all over the ground.

It was the first time Lancelot saw such a ferocious Uriah, his eyes moved slightly, and he froze on the spot for a long time without saying a word.

Perhaps it was his movement that frightened the onlookers, and those who had lost money did not dare to say anything, and began to disperse in a despondent manner.

But I don't know who shouted at this time.

"That masked man cheated! He also bet 100 million on the other side with the virtual account of the terminal, and made a profit of more than 1000 million. Now it has been transferred to his account!"

In fact, this is the ultimate goal of Lancelot, to earn 1000 million while avoiding risks infinitely.

But this kind of trick is a big taboo in casinos. It's okay to be sneaky and not be discovered. Once discovered, it will be a target of public criticism.

This sentence was like thunder on the ground, and those scattered people gathered together again, swearing all the ugly words out of their mouths.

Even if they had ten arms and ten legs, they still couldn't beat these gamblers who lost money.

Uriah whispered, "I'll count to three and we'll run."

Lancelot responded, "Run west."

Uriah gave a soft "hmm": "One, two, three, run!"

"stop!"

"Don't run away if you have the ability!"

"How dare you run away when you cheat!"

"Damn it, pay back my hard-earned money!!"

......

After running far away from the casino, the two stopped in a hidden alley, both out of breath.

The hood of Lancelot's disguised hoodie also ran away, revealing his blond hair underneath.

"Aren't you going to take off the mask?" Uriah glanced at him.

Lancelot raised his hand and took off the mask: "How did you recognize me?"

"Maybe it's intuition?" Uriah thought for a while and said.

They both looked at each other and laughed.

It is false to say that the situation just now is not dangerous, but the speed of life and death is really exciting.

"You really bet on both sides." Uriah was in disbelief.

Lancelot nodded honestly: "Yes."

"Yes, I did what I always wanted to do." Uriah affirmed very seriously.

Lancelot was amused by his expression: "Shouldn't the Marshal despise my fishing behavior?"

Uriah: "Huh? What is there to despise? It should be the brains of those people who should be despised. I can only say that the brain is really a good thing."

The two looked at each other again, like children who had done something bad and were not caught, suddenly smirked.

Tired of laughing and squatting by the wall, Lancelot asked, "I haven't asked yet, did you install a tracker on me? Why do you appear so timely every time?"

Uriah raised his hands to show his innocence: "I really didn't install a tracker."

He smiled awkwardly and said, "You may not believe it, but the casino just now belongs to me."