put on my white vest

It's like playing a rough version of 'Choice'.

——This is Bai Lan's evaluation of the enemy double.

From a visual point of view, the golden and red staggered curtains sway and hang down from the top of the arc-shaped hall, and the melodious tunes come from the bright violins of the musicians. The original banquet hall is still the same, but there are more surreal scenes on the ceiling. thing.

The poor chandelier has been blown to shattered glass and the light source has been replaced with scattered light strips.

A crystal spider full of webs hangs upside down where the chandelier should have been. The spider web is hollow, and there are colorful playing cards, dice, weights, and even mahjong tumbling inside.

The contractor felt regretful: "I thought I could enjoy the holographic battle scene of SAO, but it turned out to be just a gamble..."

But this is in line with common sense. After all, no one wants to use a double in public for everyone to watch.

The rules are very simple, the situation of the game is not obvious, and the opponents are not limited. Participants win each other's chips one-on-one.

If the out-of-thousands are seen by the spider's compound eyes, their chips will be confiscated and they will lose their qualifications.After one hour, the three players with the most chips in their hands will face off against the dealer, and the winner will win the arrow as a bet.

At first glance, it sounds like a very favorable rule for players. After all, three of the four players in the final game are players, but everyone knows that the banker of the casino has an absolute advantage.

Not only because the croupier can make money in a more subtle manner, but also because the initial chip in each person's hand is no accident to block his own soul.

Every player who reached the end climbed up by stepping on the broken soul of his peers. As for the poor people who lost their souls...the mummy-like devices on the spider web are their fate.

'Yangmou. '

Bai Lan couldn't help but lament the practicability of auctioneer Casper's substitute.

All you need is a sufficiently attractive bait, and all the underworld/road newcomers in the field will start to kill each other. Even if they are lucky enough to become the top three, they may be deceived by the trap set by the dealer.

There is only one way to ensure that players can walk out of the [Royal Casino] safely, and that is to honestly hold their own souls, stay in the corner and do nothing until the end of the game.

But the newcomers who came to participate in the Roman feast and were still at the top of the auction were more or less cautious, and they couldn't just leave willingly.

Well, there is still one.

Unlike Bai Lan, who spends money like water at the auction, the Slavs who huddled in a corner and kept a low profile as much as possible.

Lermontov had a belch, and the rules that go in from the right ear will go out from the left ear the next second. The stubble-bearded Russian found a corner to hold his chip, and decided not to move even if there was a thunderbolt .

So he began to count the number of idiots from various countries in the field.

'The English, a bunch of fake bald heads...the French, oh, they use perfume for baby christenings...Irish, for God's sake!Can anyone really understand their language...'

'The Italians...the most asses in Italy!One two three... seven eight nine...'

nine? !

Ninth? ? ?

The uncle who hugged the vodka felt that he was half sober in an instant. Of course, he was scared.

He rubbed his eyes, and confirmed for the seventh time that the arrogant white head was indeed the damn Branjesso!

"блядь!"

It was a completely reasonable reaction to utter a profanity in his native language. He hadn't seen Bai Lan enter the arena just now, and he thought that this guy would be squatting at the gate to guard the unlucky guy who got the arrow, but he didn't expect that the other party would really come head-to-head!

Lermontov shrank back into the corner again. He tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and almost lay down on the ground and lifted the carpet to hide in.

But obviously, things backfired.

When he really was lying on the ground in an extremely unsightly posture looking for a crack in the ground, before he had time to study the discord revealed in the thick carpet, the white-haired young man who was regarded as an epic trouble by Lermontov turned towards him. He came over.

Closer, he was closer.

'It's over, he noticed the sight just now. '

The Russian's mouth was full of bitterness, his face was full of despair, and he, who had rich experience in gangsters, decided to fight hard, using the aura of the battle of Gele to face the evil forces!

I saw Lermontov standing up aggressively, standing up straight with a resolute expression, and the moment Bailan walked within three steps of him...

"I specialize in intelligence gathering, and I can play some cards! If you have anything to say, just ask—Master Bai Lan!!"

Casper on the stage wiped his sweat with a small handkerchief, and opened a small bottle of quick-acting heart-rescuing pills under the eyes of the players, looking as if he would die soon.

His stand-in [Royal Casino/Casino] was working hard while hanging upside down in mid-air, and even he couldn't stop it easily.

The arrow was fixed in the transparent abdomen by the crystal spider, emitting a little bit of golden light, and colorful chips circulated in the appendages, and the fangs moved, as if eagerly looking for a victim.

In order to demonstrate the so-called fairness, Casper opened the brand new playing cards and guns in public.They were sucked into the huge net-shaped pipe by the upside-down transparent spider, and after being disrupted, they were sent to the table one by one.

Who belongs to a certain force, who has a feud with whom, who may cooperate with whom... This is not a simple numbers game, but a competition of comprehensive courage, tricks, and strategies.

Moreover, since it is a gamble, the last thing that cannot be ignored is 'some means'.

More than one person had a similar idea, and all kinds of doubles quickly appeared in the air, and disappeared in just a moment; the smart guys found a comfortable position, and waited for the idiots to help them get rid of the muddy water.

Out of thousands - what a beautiful word with both risks and benefits.

No one is not cheating, the comparison is who can fool everyone more perfectly with wisdom and experience.

Bai Lan squinted at the inconspicuous twilight in the corner. Holmaggio offered to search the environment, and came back a few minutes later to report in a low voice: "There are cameras, from the ceiling to the carpet, but it is difficult to clean them."

Their bodies are too small, if you don't use [little feet] to shrink them down and look for them carefully, it may be difficult to find them.

Bai Lan's gaze shifted to the banker Casper again: "Did he wear earphones?"

"Yes, but the source of the signal cannot be found."

But even without checking, Bai Lan knew who it was.

It wasn't because Iluso, who was watching secretly in the mirror, saw the figure suspected to be the boss, but the frog that was foaming at the mouth and pinched out was shared by Meloni as a joke in the communicator.

The young godfather smiled, he did not give any order, but walked towards the lively gambling table.

[Peeping Parallel] encountered [Epitaph], it is very likely that it is the result of mutual mating dolls that lead to failure.

Fun, fun.

Michael felt he had won.

This expansion reached its peak after another successful double appearance.

His stand-in can extend the objects it touches, and can use the affected objects at will within the range.

The stretched tablecloth seam under Michael's fingertips squirmed to the place where the 'spider silk channel' touched the card table, and read every opponent's card face through the ink protrusion caused by the card printing.

The little rookie was not without complacency, he even poured a full glass of red wine provocatively, deliberately smashed it in front of his opponent and drank it all in one gulp.

Overwhelmed with complacency, he provocatively shouted: "Hey! The coward on the other side!!"

"It's better to give me all the cards in your hand, so as not to lose face if you continue to lose!"

Michael's opponent is a unique female.

Black robe, gothic, her hair was thick and messy, wrapped around the back of her head like a dead black cloth.The deep facial features are like a pool of stagnant water at this time, and the deep black eye shadow and lip color add a bit of coldness to her.

On such a big occasion as the Roman Feast, Giselle's attire is indeed a little disrespectful, and many guests have long pointed out to her, both openly and secretly.

But she refused to comment on this, and she didn't even bother to respond to Michael's most naked provocation and malice.

The black shadow hidden in Giselle's black robe spread out from the shadows, climbed close to Michael's shadow, and entangled the opponent's shadow little by little.

In the indifferent eyes of the other party, Michael only felt that the emotions were getting more and more intense.Arriving at a certain moment, the reason in my head went 'Boom! 'A snap.Like a red-eyed wild dog, he growled and blocked more chips.

"Are you underestimating me?!"

Giselle's smile was like the mysterious Mona Lisa. After exchanging glances with the people around her, she bowed slightly, and her fingers painted with black nail polish lightly drew the same number of chips.

The stand-in [Black Friday] continued to shoot, and Michael, whose emotions had been magnified dozens of times, was completely unable to maintain a quick thinking.And at this moment, the corner of Giselle's robe formed an unnatural arc. She didn't show her face, and played her last card neatly in her hand.

Same suit, big flush.

Michael, who was still complacent just now, became a pauper with nothing, and lost [-]% of his chips.

The reaction of every gambler is similar, first sluggish, then into a fit of rage.

"Damn it! This woman is definitely cheating!! I—"

Before he could finish his words, the high-waving arm was already being stared at by the compound eyes of the [Royal Casino], an ironclad proof of cheating.

No matter how Michael struggled, the crystal spider had already bit his head, and the suffocating silk thread was ready to make the next 'mummy'.

Giselle hooked the corner of her mouth, and then looked regretful: "It's a pity...every time the ending is not so peaceful. '

"open!!"

"Uuuuuu-"

Affected by [Black Friday], hotheadedness is an inevitable result. She watched coldly as her noisy opponent struggled like a bug, flailing his arms and legs.

But Michael's violent reaction was somewhat unexpected. He kicked down the placed potted plants, threw out delicate cufflinks, and uttered sharp curses, just like a wronged baby who has nowhere to vent.

The attention of the game participants was all attracted here, they admired Michael's antics, and there was an unconcealable schadenfreude on their faces.

At the same time, blood was cut from his fingertips, and the tablecloth was lifted vigorously, and the cards scattered on the gaming table and the dangling red wine flew towards Giselle who was standing opposite.

'No, you can't let him go on like this, otherwise the time will be exceeded...'

Just as Giselle was about to make a move, an uninvited guest stood in front of the lady in a very gentlemanly manner.

Whoa! !

Blocked by the white-haired young man, the tablecloth wrapped in red wine failed to wet the lady's makeup, and the poker just slipped down the man's suit.

Although Bai Lan's sleeves were stained with alcohol, it did not detract from the bravery of this 'hero to save the beauty'.

"That is not commendable conduct, sir."

Prynne, like every passionate Italian man, protects the lady from harm, with just the right etiquette and comfort, even picky nobles can't point out the fault.

"Mr. Jesso, you—"

"I understand ma'am."

Bai Lan slowly picked up the card stuck in the gap of the suit, and let it fall to the ground with a loose hand: "This is your victory, don't feel guilty about it."

"No, I mean—"

"I understand, you are really kind."

"you--"

"What's wrong?"

The iris-colored eyes were full of sincerity, and Bai Lan almost had "I am a good person" engraved on his forehead, but Giselle, who had been robbed several times, darkened: "Thank you, Mr. Jesso."

"But please don't touch these cards again, they will be recycled soon, lest you be considered cheating."

"Ah, sorry sorry."

At this moment, the tube-like spider silk of the crystal spider hangs down from the ceiling.

A channel with a diameter the size of a fist opens, and the suction brings the scattered cards to the shuffling area in the spider's abdomen.

Giselle's gaze was firmly glued to the ground, and she was secretly relieved when she saw that a few cards that were suspected to have been wet with wine and touched by Bai Lan failed to pass the recovery work of [Casino Royale].

Seeing that the cards she touched were discarded, Bai Lan was not upset.He shrugged indifferently, bowed to Giselle and left the messy gambling table.

Crystal Spider's licensing work continues.

It was obviously a qualified dealer. Crystal Spider carefully confirmed the cards that were excluded and replaced them with a brand new deck of poker to ensure a certain degree of fairness.

'According to this frequency of playing cards, it should be just right. '

Bai Lan extinguished the flames at her fingertips in her clenched palms, and the shuffling area where the transparent spider's head rolled was dazzled by the continuous light strips. Just looking at it felt like a double image.

What did he find?

Lermontov fulfilled the requirement of 'win as much as possible at an upper-middle level', but his eyes wandered between the croupier and Brandeso hanging in mid-air.

On the contrary, Risut also looked at Bailan's figure with ease, but he paid more attention to the few people who were obviously out of place in the field.

Relying on the killer's unique observation ability, Risut quickly made a judgment: "Including the goth girl in black, their postures and expressions seemed too relaxed...several of them were still trying their best to bid in the auction." ...'

Wait, the one who repeatedly bid in the auction? !

The boss of Mirufiore didn't care how high the price of the handicraft he bought would be raised, but during the bidding process, it was hard for Risut not to notice those people who always raised their placards.

'They are the trustees of the casino. '

Risut suddenly realized that among the participants present, only Mirufiore, who spends money like water, can test out the identities of these trusts, if this is also part of Blanchesso's prediction...

A decision has to be made.

Risut stood up resolutely, took a deep breath, and carried the life of his companion on his back, sweeping away the long-term confusion.

He needs to represent the assassination team and submit a nomination certificate for Mirufiore.