"Sneer——!"

Cole hammered in front of the iron felt for half an hour, and after putting the basically formed knife into the water to cool, he wiped his hands and walked towards Luo Sheng, who was sitting on the ground.

As a world-famous master of handmade knives, Cole did not have the demeanor of a "master" at all, and sat directly opposite Luo Sheng, wiped his hands on his bib, and asked Luo Sheng: "You are the first in this training camp, the wolf king?" ”

"Yes."

Luo Sheng straightened up and replied respectfully.

"No need to be so serious, relax."

Cole raised his hand and pressed it against Luo Sheng, and after signaling that Luo Sheng didn't need to be too nervous, he asked, "What knife do you want?" ”

"It."

Luo Sheng took out the DOH111 Hidden Tactical Straight Knife from the scabbard on his body and handed it to Cole.

"American Daredevil's DOH111 Hidden Tactical Straight Knife?"

Cole took the knife from Luo Sheng's hand, gently scraped it on the blade with his left thumb, and said: "Surgical scalpel-grade steel, with a drop-shaped blade design, is an excellent melee weapon. ”

Cole skillfully pulled a knife flower in his hand with a knife, looked up at Luo Sheng, a flash of light light flashed in his light blue pupils, and said: "But it can only be used as the wolf king's claws, not the wolf king's sharp teeth." ”

"What's your opinion?"

Luo Sheng humbly asked Cole for advice, and in the field of knives, Cole is an absolute expert and master.

Cole took out a drawing from the pocket of his bib and handed it to Luo Sheng, saying, "Before you came, I designed an exclusive hand thorn for you, and it is also a unique pair of thorns in this world.

Of course, this is just a sketch, and I will measure the width of your palm, the length of your fingers, and the strength of your wrist, and make new changes to the design.

In terms of materials, I use ATS-34X stainless steel, which is a better stainless steel than ATS-34, and it is also a stainless steel specially supplied to me by Hitachi Metals, which is the only one I can see in the world......"

Listening to Cole's eloquent conversation, Luo Sheng's hands that don't tremble when he kills people with a gun, but he is trembling slightly when he holds the design sketch that Cole has drawn.

The world-famous master of handmade knives would design a pair of thorns for himself, which Luo Sheng never expected, and he didn't dare to think about before coming here.

"Why are you ......?"

Luo Sheng looked up at Cole, his eyes full of puzzlement.

It stands to reason that he and Cole have never met before and have no intersection, so Cole shouldn't treat himself so specially.

"Because you are from China, you are from China."

Cole raised his hands, showed his six fingers to Luo Sheng, and said, "Since you entered this warehouse, you have been staring at my hands, you must be very curious in your heart, why is the world-famous master of handmade knives a disabled person?" The four fingers I lost were chopped off at the casino. ”

Cole glanced at Luo Sheng, and after expressing the doubts in his heart for Luo Sheng, he laughed at himself and explained: "When I was young, I showed excellent talent in the field of knife casting, and achieved success.

Fame and fortune made me forget my original intention, beautiful women, sports cars, mansions, luxury goods, when these things could no longer satisfy me, I stepped onto the gambling table.

At that table, I found a new thrill, my eyes were blood-red, my hands were trembling, and I slowly twisted the cards in my hand, the thrill of walking between heaven and hell, which made my blood pump.

Las Vegas turned me from a master knife maker to a complete gambler, I lost all my money, and my sports cars, mansions, and luxury goods were mortgaged cleanly.

In the end, my finger was cut off because I couldn't pay off my gambling debts. Just when I thought my life was over, that man appeared in front of me. ”

"The man?"

Luo Sheng frowned, not understanding who the man Cole was referring to.

“Death· Poker, a very young but powerful man standing at the top of the pyramid, the undefeated myth of Las Vegas Las Vegas, the people of Las Vegas are very respectful to him. ”

Cole's pale blue eyes showed admiration and gratitude, and he said, "He forgave me all the gambling debts I owed in the casino with a raised hand, restored my freedom, and gave me a sum of money so that I could regain my identity as a swordsmith that I had lost with my own hands."

I asked him what kind of knife he needed to make, and he told me that no matter how good a knife was, it didn't mean much to him, even if it was a dinner knife for cutting steaks, he could easily kill people.

He said that if I really want to repay it, then repay it to someone from China who really needs me to cast knives. ”

“Death· Poker, death poker? ”

Luo Sheng repeated the name several times and asked Cole, "What's his name?" ”

"I don't know."

Cole shook his head and replied, "I asked the people at Las Vegas, but they didn't talk about it.

The last time I went to the casino to say goodbye to him, I heard the person in charge of the casino call him 'Mr. Ye'. ”

"Mr. Ye?"

Luo Sheng chuckled and shook his head, he was so inexplicably touched by the light of this mysterious "Mr. Ye"?

"Come on, I need to measure your palm width, finger length, and wrist strength now."

Cole said to Luo Sheng: "Because it is tailor-made for you, and there are three knives in total, it will take a long time, almost three months. ”

"Three knives?!"

"DOH111 is your own need, and that thorn was given to you by me."

Cole took Luo Sheng to his iron felt, measured Luo Sheng's hands and recorded the relevant data needed, and then let Luo Sheng leave the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the Grim Reaper sat in the jeep and closed his eyes for a nap, and it was not until Luo Sheng opened the car door and got into the car that he opened his eyes.

"Have you seen the Hand of God?" The Grim Reaper started the car, put down the handbrake, and asked Luo Sheng.

"Hmm."

Luo Sheng nodded, and after thinking in his heart for a moment, he asked the Grim Reaper, "Do you know that Death· Poker? ”

Cole Green doesn't know about Death· Poker, but the Grim Reaper may know.

Although he may not be able to meet this mysterious Mr. Ye, Luo Sheng feels that it is still necessary to remember this person.

"Yes, a myth."

The Grim Reaper replied affirmatively, "Death· Poker, death poker, or 'dragon'.

The current ghost king of 'Purgatory' is also the strongest ghost king since the establishment of 'Purgatory', and his opponent is terrified by killing cards with one hand.

He's a native of China just like you, and it's said that he served in a mysterious special forces, but no one knows if it's true or not. ”

"Who is better than you?" Luo Sheng asked the Grim Reaper.