Thriller Trainee

The crystal chandelier underneath still exudes dazzling light.

The onlookers were all stunned.

[Holy shit...wait, why are there only four? 】

[Oh my god, you are awesome. Four in the first round. This may be the lucky goose blessed by God]

[Anthony opened two pairs but failed to win? There is no one else with this probability]

[Am I the only one who feels that this white-haired newcomer is deliberately trying to trick me, otherwise Anthony wouldn’t have gone all in directly?]

[Actually, I just think Anthony is good at playing, so he chose to go all in. This is Texas, not playing house. Psychological warfare is a very important part. A slight mistake can make a huge difference. Wouldn't he understand this? Since you lose, you have to bear the risk]

How could Anthony not understand.

His face was livid, and his expression was as ugly as the dark green tablecloth on the gaming table.

Anthony couldn't figure it out anyway. He could hit a special card type with a probability of only 1%?

Is it really such a coincidence?

"Dealer, I want to apply for a card check." He stared at the white-haired young man opposite.

A total of fifty-two playing cards are used in Texas Hold'em. If you collect all the cards in each player's hand and check them one by one, you can easily find out whether someone has used cheating techniques such as card swapping.

The croupier in a crimson coat shook his head, politely raised a hand, and bluntly rejected Anthony's request to check the cards.

"Sorry, sir, this method of testing is not accepted in Las Vegas."

Anthony raised his voice: "Does that mean you allow cheating?"

The professional dealer smiled sweetly: "Las Vegas respects the strong. If players have the ability to use thousands of skills without being discovered by the staff, this is within the rules."

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Indeed, it was true that they had caught cheaters before when watching other table games. Every punishment was extremely severe, including deducting chips and even temporarily shutting down the table rights for a few hours. People are in danger.

But the dealer's words directly woke them up.

Yes, only those who are caught will be punished. What about those who have not been caught? I don’t think the winner system will personally go out to catch Qian Shu, right?

"Holy crap, that's okay, wouldn't everyone be able to make a fortune?"

"You can go out of your way, but you have to be able to avoid being caught."

"I don't know if this white-haired C-level guy has appeared. This is an A-level gambling table. The croupier must be the same. Maybe he is just lucky?"

"That's right, 90,000 chips! If I had such luck, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. Hahahaha, it's so funny to say it. Just now Anthony looked like he was sure of winning, but what happened, bang! His face hurts."

The people watching on the sidelines were discussing the matter in a lively manner, with merciless laughter mixed in with it.

Anthony's face turned blue and red.

His character was already irritable, and he was a typical example of someone who would explode at the slightest hint of anger. Now that he suspected that he had been tricked, he was even more furious.

The white man threw away the purple card in his hand, stood up from the gambling table, and strode to the person opposite.

The white-haired young man looked at him with a smile, his light pink eyes curved into a beautiful crescent moon, which made people irritated just by looking at him.

Veins burst out on the backs of Anthony's hands, and the tips of his nails were stained a deep and unknown black.

He didn't know why, but he always had a hunch that the white-haired young man in front of him must have used some unknown method.

And he, Anthony, stepped into this trap in public, lost all face, and was played like a donkey.

"You damn liar..."

The man with brown hair and blue eyes took a step forward, his chest burning with the anger of being fooled, as if he had grabbed the shirt of the person in front of him.

Zong Jiu noticed his movement and took a step back in advance. A playing card suddenly appeared on his fingertips, and the curve of his mouth became playful.

"What does this mean? Is it possible that you cannot afford to lose?"

"Oh -" he said in a long voice.

"It turns out that the second-in-command of the Night Clan is someone who can't even afford to lose in gambling."

At this time, the whispers of the people nearby became louder and louder.

"Are you tired of trying to force me with public opinion?"

Anthony sneered, "Then you are absolutely wrong. I don't care about winning or losing, but since you dare to fool me, you have to pay the price of fooling me."

Level A sitting on the sofa raised his forehead and said, "Anthony has started."

The other B-level guy obviously had a guilty conscience, "He is a single-minded guy who follows the intuition of beasts. He always does whatever he doesn't accept, and he doesn't make any sense. He is truly a barbarian."

Anthony's nickname is Savage. If this guy gets angry, he won't care whether it's reasonable or not. As long as he feels there's a problem, he'll just deal with it with his fists. He'll be impatient and violent, and he won't care about what others think.

If the negotiations break down, then we have no choice but to take action.

Just when Zongjiu shrugged and was about to feel what it was like to fight against an A-level——

Suddenly a cold voice came from high up.

"Anthony, stand down."

This voice was strong and majestic, directly reminiscent of a decisive general on the battlefield, or some kind of person in power with an iron-blooded aura. His methods were ruthless and he would never allow others to disobey.

The man wearing a black and gold military uniform slowly walked down from the central gambling pool, and the red logo No. 2 on his chest was extremely dazzling. The square-pointed nails made by Lao Yin made a "click, click, click" sound along with Cheng Liang's military boots. Along with the saber hanging on the waist, it swayed slightly and beat everyone's hearts rhythmically.

His skin is pale, his face is deep and cold, his gray hair is neat, and his dark red eyes are arrogant and sharp. With every step he took, the strong sinister feeling on his body seemed to be swept out, giving him an extremely oppressive feeling.

Hearing this voice, the white vampire's back stiffened, his pupils shrank, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness."

Anthony's kneeling brought a few moments of silence.

In the past, during the infinite loop, teams could not meet each other, and there was no superior information dissemination method like the main system live broadcast. Therefore, everyone has heard about the Night Clan, an organization that stands at the top of all survivors.

Apart from the news that all the core members of their organization are half-vampires, the most talked about thing is the strict and terrifying hierarchy within the Night Clan organization.

The survivors in the infinite loop are struggling on the edge of life and death. The closer we get to such a life-and-death situation, the more hierarchical differences between humans will evolve on their own.

In addition to those survivors who will do anything to survive, there are countless dirty deals or means to survive. But even so, it is extremely rare to have the Night Clan's low-level surrender to high-level people in an infinite loop. This is the only one.

[My mother...what the hell is this, just kneeling down? No, died early in the morning? 】

[It turns out that the rumors about the terror within the Night Clan are all true. Seeing is worth hearing a hundred times]

[Actually, it’s normal. You should be able to understand it as long as you have been to a vampire-themed horror dungeon. Within the Vampire Clan, level means everything. From prince to duke to marquis to earl to viscount to baron, the level gap in between is insurmountable, and the level has been solidified since the first embrace. Since Van Zhuo is a descendant transformed by the third-generation blood prince of the blood clan, how come he is also a fourth-generation species? In terms of blood, he enjoys natural blood suppression over seven or eight generations like Anthony]

[Correct answer upstairs, bloodline suppression of vampires is very scary. As long as your bloodline is not as high as other vampires, let alone your strength, you will even surrender mentally]

【Mist grass. Psychological surrender sounds so scary. Sure enough, what kind of power you gain comes at a price, tsk tsk tsk]

However, even when he knelt down, the man in military uniform did not even look at the person on the ground.

Cold sweat broke out on Anthony's forehead, and from the corner of his eye he saw military boots brushing against his shoulders indifferently.

Just after the second round of grade evaluation yesterday, His Highness once told him to pay attention to the white-haired C-grade. But obviously, it was too difficult to find one among so many horror trainees who had some relationship with this newcomer, so Anthony took matters into his own hands and got up to test.

Originally, his original intention was to give the newcomer a show of strength and fulfill His Highness's instructions. But then Anthony got angry and had no time to take care of it, so he forgot about it for a while.

What he never expected was that His Highness would end up in person!

Regret and anxiety intertwined in Anthony's heart, mixed with hatred for the white-haired liar.

But now no one cares what he thinks.

Everyone watched as the man in military uniform walked step by step in front of the white-haired young man.

The opponent is very tall, and his appearance has the unique advantages of Germanic descent. He is nearly a head taller than Zong Jiu, who is about 1.8 meters tall. When he stands opposite, he is like a shadow, making people feel oppressed very easily.

Zongjiu didn't like to look up at people, let alone step back, so he sat back on the chair very calmly, playing cards with one hand and supporting his head with the other, his eyes were lazy, and his posture was relaxed and casual.

Obviously, such an action made the people around take a breath of air.

As we all know, No. 2 has a cold personality, and he has always been a god of murder in the past. Zong Jiu is really the first person who dares to make such a mistake in front of him.

But Zongjiu not only did this, he also slowly turned the poker on his fingertips and spoke first, "Is it possible that your Excellency came here to seek justice for his subordinates?"

Everyone was stunned.

[No, he actually spoke first, he actually spoke first? 】

[Whether it is or not...I will give this white-haired warrior a stick of incense first]

[I think even if justice is found, it is unlikely to be done in public. No. 2 is also the leader of the Night Clan after all. If his subordinates lose, they will lose. How can he still have such magnanimity? 】

[I think what you said above makes sense. 】

Having said that, Zongjiu's arms hidden under his long sleeves were already tense.

The opponent has the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood deposited on him. At first glance, it seems that he has actually fought on the battlefield and has countless people under his command. It is very likely that he has experienced some kind of special copy.

Facing A-level Anthony, he only needs to seize the opportunity. With Zong Jiu's current hand temporarily strengthened, the outcome of the fight may be 50-50. But facing this man in military uniform, Zong Jiu conservatively estimated that with his current strength, he would not be able to take more than three moves.

To be conservative, Zongjiu decided not to let the other party have the opportunity to speak, so it would be better for him to strike first.

"You're overthinking it."

a long time. After the sharp eyes with unknown meaning slowly passed over the white-haired young man, the owner of the dark red pupils spoke, "I came here to express my apology for my lax service."

There was an uproar.

Anthony, who was still kneeling on the ground, screamed in disbelief: "Your Highness——"

This time, it was Zong Jiu who was stunned.

After a moment, he put away his poker cards, smiled and clapped, and the applause echoed in the golden hall.

"Your Excellency is worthy of being No. 2, such a broad mind is awe-inspiring."

The white-haired young man stood up from the gambling table, casually playing with the gold card with 90,000 chips on his fingertips, frowning.

"But I don't like to be misunderstood. Since your subordinates question me, we might as well start another game to prove my innocence."

The light pink eyes curved up, looking at the dark red eyes without hesitation, and smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

Zong Jiu was gambling.

After winning the A-level gambling pool, his next goal was the central gambling table.

Of course, before entering the central gambling table, he had to find a legitimate reason to fight those S-levels. Otherwise, these S-level people are so proud of their status that they would not be willing to gamble with a small C-level newcomer like him. Not to mention that he has to find a few leeks who are easy to fool, and take some chips out of their pockets.

Now, the easy fools are delivered to his door?

In addition, there is another point that Zong Jiu is particularly concerned about.

He thinks that the No. 2 named Fan Zhuo looks at him a little strangely.

This kind of strangeness is hard to describe in words, with six parts of scrutiny, three parts of contemplation, and one part of unclear meaning.

If I have to describe it, it's like... I knew him before.

But how is it possible.

Zong Jiu is very sure that he doesn't know the other party. Not to mention that he is a serious book-crosser.

So there is only one explanation.

That is, Fan Zhuo knows the original owner.

This guess is actually not impossible. After all, Zong Jiu didn't even finish reading the first copy of the original text, and the original owner died not long after the first copy began, and No. 2 was not in the copy of the mental hospital at all, let alone meet.

Thinking further, with the original owner's extremely flamboyant appearance, it is impossible for him to be an unknown existence in the real world, so it is possible that the two of them really knew each other. After all, the main system will block knowledge about the real world, but it will not block the memory of interpersonal relationships. If someone who knows each other is also dragged into an infinite loop, it is very common to recognize each other.

Zong Jiu waited for the answer while thinking about it.

The two pairs of pupils looked at each other, and he could clearly see the complexity hidden behind the latter's pupils.

After a moment, Fan Zhuo nodded slowly and elegantly, "Why not?"

He leaned forward slightly, and the double-headed eagle badge on his chest slid down his outstretched arms and pointed to the position of the central gambling table.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Now, the crowd who had been afraid to breathe was boiling again.

"Does this mean you want to gamble again?"

"Wait, what's going on? It's not Anthony who wants to gamble again, but Fan Zhuo who wants to gamble with him?"

"Master Fan Zhuo wants to play with this white-haired C-level in person?"

"My God, this is the No. 2 master..."

Zong Jiu smiled slightly, straightened his back, walked through the crowds on both sides, looking up at them with awe, like Moses parting the Red Sea, and walked straight to the luxurious gambling table located in the center of the entire Las Vegas.

However, the next moment, the dome was silent again.

Because there was already a person sitting in the main seat at the end of the gambling table.

The man was wearing a black suit, the scarf on the white shirt in front of him was folded neatly, and the rose on his chest was stained with evening dew.

His handsome face was cult and strange under the light, and the shadow lingering in the dark under his feet was ominous.

"Oh."

The devil narrowed his eyes, and the dark golden pupils fell firmly on the white-haired young man.

He licked his lips, and the smile on his face grew wider, like a child finding a new toy that made people shudder.

"Want to play a game? Why not add me in?"