Trist looks smooth, has won several times in a row, the gold sea in front of him is as many as a hill, and the other party is obviously stunned by the continuous defeats, and the confidence is not cold sweat at all, so he relies on the psychological support of the gambler to pinch the hand and not let it disperse. Vertices

The gambler looked weak, he didn't seem to have to make a thousand, and he was a lot weaker than the reckless men who lost to work in the sea, because he didn't bet everything on it, in other words, he wasn't crazy enough.

Graves thought disappointedly, reaching for Trist's hole cards on the table.

As soon as Graves approached, Trist clapped his hands dissatisfied: "Don't get so close, the smell of the brand is contagious." ”

"Dog, you're just shit lucky, whatever." Grave knew he was not lucky, so he muttered and continued reading.

"I think it's time for you to follow, Lord Baron." Trist began to draw spirals on the back of his cards with his tattooed fingers, with a simple, straightforward confident smile on his face.

Graves could see the powerful aura pressing directly against Trist, overwhelming the baron. I haven't seen it for ten years, and he doesn't know that Trist's card skills have improved, but he knows that Trist is getting better and better at jumping soft persimmons.

"I... I know. The baron's fingers, which were anxiously rubbing the blood gold ring, suddenly froze, and he grabbed a card from the deck of cards with great force, and did not watch it for the first time, but prayed in his heart, and then broke it up, and suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Looks like the Baron has good luck, why don't we have something more interesting?" Trist replied, arranging the cards in an arc like a murderous and sharp military formation.

"Doubling down, how's that?" He placed his hands on the table with his fingers interlocked, the brim of his hat slightly raised, revealing his expression to the other party.

"Do you have that much money?" The alchemy baron said subconsciously. After a few rounds of gambling, he finally saw his opponent's eyes for the first time, and the contempt in them was more permeable than his smile.

"Well said." Trist said, staring into the baron's eyes as he pulled a heavy pack of coins from his wide coat pocket in one hand. "How?"

This heavy bag of gold coins seemed to hang directly on his heart, making him breathless, breathless, and without a heartbeat, as if he was dead.

The baron licked the beads of sweat that had slid from the tip of his nose to his lips, swallowed hard, and gave his answer in a trembling voice.

"Don't follow...... I throw in the towel. ”

"Then I'll accept it unceremoniously." Trist took the pile of gold coins on the table into his arms, and then opened his hand with a bad deck of cards, which looked like Graves had drawn out, and were far less good than the baron's hand, but Trist won the opponent with this bad card.

After seeing Trist's hand, the baron finally gasped out with a breath he was holding, and even broke into several parts because of trembling before he vomited.

He vowed never to gamble again.

Trist walked away from the table and punched Greyfus on the shoulder with his fist: "Man, it's not bad! In a short time, you will earn the money to make weapons. ”

"You're bluffing again, but it looks like it's working well, and there's another fat sheep missing from the gambling world." Graves saw through it at a glance, took the full bag of gold coins, and put it in the palm of his hand to weigh it.

Boy! The weight is almost catching up with his old buddy.

"I'm never bluffing."

"Why did you learn from me?" Graves squinted.

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about an interesting thingI heard that in the ten years since we disappeared, Pitt City has a rising crime star, and he has done more than we did at the beginning. We just went to the vault to steal money, but she blew up the vault directly, and didn't take a penny, and she didn't take the Picheng guard in her eyes. ”

Trist tightened his wide-brimmed hat, the sea dragon boots shining in the stirrups at his feet.

"You seem to have put the security of Picheng in your eyes, I remember you didn't break out of prison. And then what? What are you trying to express? Let's get back to the field? Graves took a drag on his cigar, and the smoke sprayed directly into Trist's face, causing him to cough.

"Why do you talk like gunpowder!" Trist took two steps back and added, "And the bad smell of alcohol." ”

"It's not you! You spend ten years in prison trying! Ten years! Do you know how I've been in the last 10 years? Graves straightened his chest and glared.

"Hey man, put away your temper, this is not the place to turn over old accounts! When that is over, don't talk about it again. Now by the way, I mean we can talk to her about cooperation, she is far more familiar with Piltover than we are, and our perception of Piethorn is the same as it was ten years ago, and the most important thing is ......"

"What? Don't grind when you speak. ”

"The most important thing is that you don't have to pay for her!" Trist unconsciously showed a disdainful look at a tendon Graves, but fortunately this gaze was blocked by the brim of his hat, otherwise the drunken Graves might have reasoned with him regardless of the occasion.

"Won't you just say it's a prostitute?"

If Jinx had heard that someone was going to prostitute her for nothing, he might have come and snapped them both out.

With the help of money power, they soon found Jinx in Zaun.

"Blue hair, double ponytail...... Is this the little girl in front of you? How do I feel so unreliable. Graves rubbed his eyes and looked at the girl jumping around the street with a firearm in front of him, and his heart was filled with a huge gap.

"That's right... bar. Trist also began to doubt life, and heard that this little girl had turned Piltover upside down on her own, wasn't this a denial of their previous "merits"?

"Two uncles, tell Jinx, do you need a beating?" The two big men followed behind her, and their eyes fell on Jinx's bare skin, making her furious, and the undisguised comments that even the deaf could hear!

She turned around and aimed her machine gun at the two men, scaring the pedestrians into fleeing as far away as possible from the maniac woman with the firearm with her.

"No, no, no." The little girl's personality is quite interesting, Trist thought to himself. "We're out-of-town businessmen and want to make friends with you."

"Merchant? Ha, a trafficker who abducts and sells little girls? You're looking for the wrong person, I'm also a businessman! Jinx puffed up his barren chest and laughed.

"What are you selling?" Graves blurted out.

"Uncle, I'm selling ...... Security! ”