[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

The people around were all withdrawn, maybe they were eager to break Bi Ziou's winning streak, but they were not stupid.

Oh, God, who doesn't know that Biziou is a regular player of Texas Hold'em in the Gotham Grand Casino, and it seems that his cards are very good tonight. If he loses, he just loses face and money. He slapped Biziou hard in the face.

Not only will it be difficult to get along in the casino in the future, maybe my company will be suppressed by this old nobleman.

"I come."

A cold voice came from behind the crowd. He was different from the surrounding nobles who were speaking gracefully with their throats choked. His voice was naturally young.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

The crowd dispersed to make way for Fast, and a young man in a white T-shirt came.He pulled away the seat opposite Biziou, sat down naturally, crossed his legs and crossed his hands on the table, his chin naturally slightly raised.

Compared with Bi Ziou, Fast's actions and temperament are more like a nobleman with arrogance soaked in his bones, which makes others unable to react to the young man's clothes in front of him.

Biziou was not as angry as the nobles around him thought when someone dismantled him. In fact, Biziou only thought that Fast was here to add another victory to his record.

Someone can add to his 34-game winning streak, why not.

Regular customers of the Gotham Casino all know that Bizio has never played poker with only two players. Fast also observed for a long time to confirm that Bizio only played two-handed games before finalizing Bizio.

"Okay, young man, how big do you want to play?" Bizio asked, taking a sip of champagne, looking at Fast.

The young man in front of him did not bring a box containing chips, nor did he follow behind him.This made Bi Ziou a little curious about the thoughts of this young, ignorant youth.

Fast's fingers bent slightly, and a red chip appeared in his hand. His fingers were bent, and the chips rolled and flew back and forth in his fingers.

"One."

Now the surrounding atmosphere condensed down, and the smile on Bi Ziou's face also froze. What do you mean?

How to start with a chip?

Everyone knows that if there are two players in Texas Hold'em, you have to bet non-stop every round. Does he plan to use one chip every round?

Anger burned in Biziou's heart, and this anger made Biziou's face slightly distorted, but he still didn't tear off the disguise of the precious thing. He heard people around him laughing.

Even though Fast only took out one chip, Biziou will still play this hand with him.

If he says anything that looks down on Fast now, it is tantamount to telling everyone around him that he is not like the image he portrayed for himself in the past, helping the poor and donating money to the Gotham Poverty Alleviation Organization every year. .

But Biziou knew that he was not that kind of person, he was an old nobleman and a vampire who sucked the blood of the poor.

"Well, the young man has great ideas." Bi Ziou nodded and said calmly.

Listening to the whispered content of the people around, almost everyone was praising his charity and behavior, instead of throwing out this guy who seemed to be making trouble, he threw out his chips generously.

Although the casino has no regulations, the default rule is to start betting with [-] chips. No one wants to offend the opponent. Fast is the first person to break this default rule.

The people around all looked at Fast with disgust and contempt, and they made no secret of their sharp words pointing at Fast, but Fast didn't hear it at all.

This is an unacknowledged rule, so it does not exist in Fast's mind.

In the corner, the man who was mostly blocked by the shadows was sitting on the sofa, with his two long legs overlapping each other. The fabric of the trousers could not perfectly cover the man's long legs with obvious muscular lines after exercising.

A silver-gray suit jacket is placed on the wine-red sofa. The wine-red shirt and the same silver-gray vest wrap the man's figure. The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow. The buttons of the shirt have been torn off, revealing the neck and parts with beautiful lines Honey-colored chest.

The man held a glass of champagne in his hand, shaking it gently, but he never took a sip. He was fiddling with the phone with one hand, and his gray-blue eyes stayed on the phone without blinking for a moment.

The man paid no attention to the commotion in the casino.

The light blue light of the mobile phone cast on the man's face, and the man's face was sharp and angular like a sculpture, and he was extremely handsome.

Thick eyebrows, a pair of dark blue-gray eyes, a high nose bridge, light thin lips tightly pursed, and unruly hair smeared on the top of the head, but the expression is cold, exuding a tense, strangers do not enter temperament.

If someone saw him, they would exclaim, and at the same time be amazed at the cold expression on the man's face that had never been seen before.

This person is the target of most of the aristocrats who come to the casino tonight, one of the top rich men in the United States, the richest man in Gotham, Gotham baby Bruce Wayne.

It was precisely because he didn't want to talk to these old nobles like poisonous snakes that Bruce hid in the corner.

He doesn't want to have contact with other people.

"Master, I thought you understood the reason why I arranged for you to come here." An old but full of spirit came from the headset.

Bruce was so absorbed in his work that he didn't pay attention to what Alfred said.

He asked subconsciously, "What?"

On the other end, Alfred, who was far away in the Batcave, sighed and repeated what he just said.

"My lord, I didn't arrange for you to attend tonight so that you could hide in a corner where no one can see and continue to be 'Batman'."

"You said it yourself, Bruce Wayne needs to be properly present in public when Batman isn't around."

"That's why I'm here today." Bruce didn't know why.

"Do you think anyone noticed you? You should stop what you're doing and get serious about playing Bruce Wayne. That's what we're here for, isn't it? If no one notices you, I'll do it for you Arrange the next trip."

Bruce frowned, he understood what Alfred meant, if not enough people saw him, the paparazzi who hadn't found any recent news about Bruce Wayne for a long time would investigate his information like crazy.

This would cause him a lot of trouble, and he was indeed dealing with information about some criminals just now.

"Joker hasn't shown up for 2 months, you know what happened the last time he didn't show up for a long time, right." Bruce.

The last time Joker suddenly disappeared in Gotham for half a month, and then he appeared, using a whole banquet of people as victims of the new version of death laughing gas.

"I know. So in order for you to appear as Batman and fight criminals everywhere in Gotham, it is especially important to appear in the public eye as Bruce Wayne appropriately, and it is also appropriate to relax. "Alfred didn't listen to Bruce's excuses at all, and stuck to his statement.

"I thought you knew it wasn't relaxing to have me on these occasions," Bruce couldn't help complaining.

He put down his phone, pinched the bridge of his nose, and drank what looked like champagne in his hand, but was actually ginger juice and stood up.

Not far away, the croupier is collecting the betting funds. Except for the two players who are playing Texas Hold’em on the table, the rest of the gamblers can also place bets on the croupier’s market, betting on the game between Fast and Biziou. .

However, the game between the two of them was one-sided. Everyone bet their money on Biziou. No one believed that an arrogant and petty kid who had never seen him before would win the game.

Only Fast threw another chip into the empty box that belonged to him, because it was a one-sided situation, with many people betting on Biziou, but very little money.

In a one-sided situation, of course no one bets on Fast's side. Who wants to spend a lot of money to bet on a kid who can't win at all?

"I bet this kid, 3000 chips." A casual voice came from behind the crowd, and people immediately turned their heads to see who the high bidder was.

There was a dissolute smile on the handsome face, a frivolous smile on the thin lips, and the gray-blue eyes sparked everywhere. This was Bruce Wayne, the purpose of most people coming to the Gotham Casino today.

Of course it is, and the only one who has been taken advantage of is Bruce Wayne, who has too much money to spend.

"Mr. Wayne—" The people around showed surprised expressions and gathered around to chat. With Bruce Wayne present, who cares about winning or losing this round?

The number of people crowded on the table suddenly decreased a lot.

Fast breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he frowned and glanced at the handsome man surrounded by the crowd. The appearance of this man broke Fast's original thoughts.

Originally, if he was the only one betting on himself to win, he would win all the chips that bet on him to lose.

But now that Bruce Wayne bet him for 3000 chips to win, he would split that chip with himself.

There are also many people who originally bet on Biziou to win, because Wayne bet on Faster, and changed their bets to Faster to win.

This will make Fast earn a lot less.Fast withdrew his thoughts and focused on the cards in front of him.

He lifted his card and glanced at it, then shouted immediately. "Open the cards."

The croupier was stunned for a moment, and now it's FlopRound, the formula is three community cards and the cards are opened directly?

The croupier first turned over Fast's cards, a K and a Q, for a Broadway flush.

Immediately afterwards, Biziou's card was turned over, Fast's card was higher than Biziou's, and Fast won this round.

With a livid face, Biziou pushed his chip to Fast.

Yes, Fast ended his 35-game winning streak, but Biziou has a general understanding of Fast, and this is probably just a hairy head who only knows the superficial rules of luck.

The people around praised Bruce's eyesight, they praised Bruce, but Bruce always maintained that light smile, when people asked him how he knew that Fast would win this victory——

It's as if they really thought that the idiot Bruce Wayne knew that Fast would win by relying on his eyesight and calculations.

Pretentious questioning and bragging about Bruce Wayne.

And the unified reply given by Wayne was 'Young people are awesome', should he say that he is just to attract attention and ensure that everyone pays attention to him?

Until this young man really won a round from Biziou.

Bruce Wayne just gave Faster a look. His gray-blue eyes only stayed on Faster for a while, then retracted his gaze, and once again responded to the questions of the people around him with his usual attitude.

Fast tossed the chip that represented victory. In his hands, this chip was of little value, but to Biziou, it was a naked provocation and a slap in the face.

Fast expects that Biziou will not give up so easily, and Biziou will feel that his good luck has made him successful, and he wants to get back the face he lost to Fast.

This happened to be what Fast was thinking, and Fast had figured out what Biziou was thinking.