Superman

"Your soul does not belong to you, so what qualifications do you have as a bargaining chip?"

Luke hugged the succubus lady who was pasted, and let the latter sway to the next gaming table with the tray full of chips.

He didn't even look straight at the devil's minion who lost all the chips. This is the contempt of the winners for the losers.

"Moreover, no matter how many more rounds of the game are played, you will not be my opponent."

Luke spoke ridiculously in a standard villain tone.

Human gambling games are not at all difficult for him.

Hashim proudly reads and counts cards, and puts nothing in front of Superman.

Not to mention the ridiculously low probability of a royal flush, if Luke is willing, he can play ten such pass-kill cards in a row.

Besides, his super vision can see his opponent's hole cards clearly.

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Luke wanted to give him an emoticon.

"Blackjack."

Leaving the Texas Hold'em table, he began to harm the next place.

Only a look of despair was left, and the defeated generals were extremely despairing.

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

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

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

"Dear guests, this gentleman will pay for all consumption tonight!"

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

The latter relayed the original words and immediately caused cheers inside the casino.

The easiest word in the world to get the favor of others is "inviting guests."

The easiest thing to do is "white prostitution."

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

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

"I wish you all have fun."

Luke is like a generous hawker, throwing out a lot of red and white chips.

Once again, a large group of people gathered around to fight, and he took Miss Succubus and sat at the blackjack table.

Because of previous performances, he won the chips.Throwing a lot of money, Luke at this time brought the spirit of the god of gambling.

Not only the guests next to them took the initiative to make room, but the sexy dealers who dealt the cards were a little trembling.

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 start."

This gentle and calm appearance made the succubus lady who was snuggling next to her heart bursting with stars in her eyes.

She couldn't help getting closer, and the slender tail flicked back and forth.

Luke kept his eyes open and focused on the gaming table.

He had no interest in the succubus lady who couldn't close her legs with a smile. Even in a friendly match, the players must be like the queen of the hell border.

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"Mondes, how many more did he win?"

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

"This human, he has won seventeen in a row, and every time it happens to be... blackjack."

Even across the phone line, Mondez could feel the anger that was boiling inside the Lord of Hell.

This kind of smashing behavior will provoke a "serious warning" from the casino even if it is placed on the earth.

What's more, the boss behind the Hell Hotel is Mephisto, an old devil who has absolutely no mercy and compassion.

"Oh, it's all blackjack... This is really arrogant enough."

Mephisto's tone was soft, but the more he was like this, the more his inner anger accumulated.

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

Generally speaking, players will continue to draw cards when the sum of points is 4-8.

At 17 o'clock and above, no longer take the card, worrying that it will "explode"-the point exceeds 21.

If someone can win 17 games in a row, maybe it can be attributed to good skill and good luck.

But if it is based on this, not only won consecutive wins, but also the hand is exactly blackjack-this is also a pass kill card, just like the Royal Flush of Texas Hold'em.

As long as you get it, you win.

The disadvantage is that it is difficult and risky.

When the hand reaches 19 points, the probability of "blow" will increase indefinitely.

Wanting to make up just enough for blackjack, Mondes couldn't think of any other way besides 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 was squeezed out of the shady face, and the flames of hell lingering on the body turned into a red suit.

He built the Hell Hotel on the earth, just to harvest more souls.

But Luke's appearance made the old devil's plan somewhat stagnated.

Play Texas Hold'em with a Royal Flush.

To play blackjack, all the cards are black jacks-the sum of the points of the two cards in the hand totals 21 points, such as an A and a flower card or 10 points.

This is simply pointing to the nose of the casino owner and saying, "Master is cheating, what can you do?"

Mephisto was never a good-tempered devil, and someone had offended him before.

Except for the previous generation of Supreme Masters, this generation of Supreme Masters, and the next generation of Supreme Masters, those guys are dead.

With that silver skull cane, Mephisto came to the casino.

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

"Okay."

Luke nodded and agreed.

After gaining the authority of the god of death Set, his shining, like the light of the soul of a firefly in the night, can finally hide.

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

If you can see the light of the soul, Mephisto at this time should seriously reflect.

What on earth did I do will provoke the evil star in front of me.

"How about a stud?"

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

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

Luke nodded again, seemingly unaware of the succubus lady sitting next to him, gradually moving away from him.

Wow!

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

"Two for the player and two for the dealer."

The choppy sexy croupier's hands trembled slightly.

"It looks like you have confidence in yourself?"

Mephisto glanced at his exposed and hidden cards, and took a sip of the red wine he brought up.

"I just think that the goddess of luck tonight always seems to be on my side."

Luke smiled slightly, he could not see the old devil's hand.

A thick and incomparably dark flame enveloped his area.

It seems that the lord of hell has already noticed that Luke's method may not be a "cheating method" in the usual sense.

"Showdown."

Mephisto, who confirmed that he would no longer hold a card, looked confident of winning.

In his long life, he has also been addicted to gambling games invented by mankind.

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

"Nineteen o'clock! What do you use to beat me?"

Mephisto turned over his hidden cards and added them to the points of the exposed cards, which was exactly nineteen.

The distance was burst, only a little bit.

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

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

Mephisto firmly believes in this.

In addition, Luke has only one card, and roughly estimated that the sum of his points is between 8-10.

It's a win!

"If you can miss my nineteen o'clock in seconds, I will eat this table on the spot!"

The old devil sneered.

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

Sure enough!

There are only ten points!

"That's what you said, Lord Mephisto."

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

"Sorry, blackjack."

I was calculated?!

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

"who are you?"

The old devil asked with a gloomy expression.