160 million Alliance Coins! The bet ended up rolling to an unbelievable number.

The player started losing tens of millions of alliance coins, and later won back tens of millions of alliance coins, which was a slight advantage, but in the final round of 160 million alliance coins, this advantage was not large.

If the dealer loses, even the Iverson may be owned by the player, and if the player loses, he may have to consider jumping overboard.

The game is unfavorable to the player, the dealer's face card is an A, and the player's face card is a very embarrassing 3, in this case the player's odds of winning are less than half of the dealer's hand.

The tourists themselves are players, of course, slightly biased towards the players, everyone is terrified for the players, a few timid female tourists curled up in the arms of their male companions, trembling slightly, I really dare not imagine the mood of the player holding the cards in his own hands.

But in the small hall on the 11th floor, both the guests of honor were calm, and John ordered Salaro to open a bottle of precious red wine, and poured three glasses, one for the Tibetan antelope, one for himself, and one in front of a bland black box.

As soon as the Tibetan antelope entered the door, he saw the black box, which was placed on the mahogany bookshelf without a single book, and a white velvet was placed on the black box, which looked so luxurious.

That was the goal of the Tibetan antelope when he came to the Iverson this time, and it was also what Jin Yu asked him to get this time, which was 80% of the funds withheld by John Ck after so many years of operation of the Iverson.

……

[I don't want to take all of them, but I want to get at least half of the 80%.] 】

Jin Yu's request vaguely echoed in the Tibetan antelope's mind.

……

The precious Carlos maidens were let in, and they surrounded John, helping him beat his back and caress his chest, and a dozen pairs of slender hands roamed over the rotten old man, their red cherry lips dotted with shiny picks, and their tortoiseshell eyes flashing like stars.

The dealer was the prettiest of the girls, dressed like a mythical goddess, and he guarded the long card box and handed it to Antelope and John with a slender piece of wood.

The box contained a total of eight decks of cards, 32 cards of each suit, which were mixed together after being thoroughly shuffled, and no one could remember or figure out the numbers, just like fate.

"Outs." Tibetan antelope said.

"Outs." John also said.

The new cards were made in front of the two of them, and the Tibetan antelope was expressionless, and John, with an elegant smile, motioned for the girl who had helped him knead his shoulders to flop the cards to show him.

It seems that no one cares about the win or loss of the 160 million alliance coins.

But this is not the case, as long as you crouch down and look at John from the belly of the table, the truth is clear.

His withered right hand seemed to be resting on the thigh of the girl next to him dishonestly, but it was actually pinching fiercely, and the girl's leg was bruised, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain.

If it hadn't been for this outrage, John would have roared a long time ago.

He had lived on this gambling ship for more than a decade, and had entertained some of the world's top gamblers, some of whom were far richer than he was, and had in his hands a wealth beyond the reach of anyone like him.

Others are known for their gambling skills, and they are comfortable in the world's major casinos, while others are wanted by Interpol and do all kinds of evil.

But John can receive them calmly, whether he wins or loses, his smile must be lazy, but today is an exception, today he is simply angry.

First of all, the Tibetan antelope did not show any envy for his wealth and the beautiful girls he was sitting on, and from beginning to end, the Tibetan antelope made two moves, pushed out a stack of promissory notes, and was dealt a new card and nodded.

John deliberately decorated his own exclusive gambling hall so luxuriously, and found these scantily clad girls, in fact, he used drunken gold fans to disturb the opponent and make the opponent lose his cool.

This trick has been effective many times before, and the eyes of many gamblers are stuck to the girls' skins and can't be removed, but the Tibetan antelope is not, and the Tibetan antelope looks at John, who is surrounded by crisp breasts and pink legs, and feels like looking at an old monk wrapped in a tattered coat who came to the door to beg for food.

"Donor, I seem to be a person with Buddha fate! Would you like to give alms and order fasting meals? ”

"Okay, take 10 million alliance coins and buy porridge to drink."

John always had a picture of similar feelings in his mind.

Could it be that the Syndicate's deep-hidden Jiandun Company is so well funded? A young man it sent also regarded money as dung?

In fact, he thought too much, and the reason why the Tibetan antelope was so calm in the face of his pomp and circumstance was because he couldn't understand how much these paintings and ornaments were worth......

If it was just that, it would be okay, the Tibetan antelope also did a strange thing at the beginning, he took out a copy of "Common Gambling Rules" from the bottom of the box, and flipped through it for five minutes.

John was surprised and said that you still have to learn the rules of gambling on the spot?

Tibetan Antelope nodded, and said embarrassedly, yes, I only started learning 21 o'clock after I received the task, I am afraid that there will be something missing.

John laughed angrily and said, "You have investigated me, and you must know that 21 points is my forte, even if you are a world champion, you may not be able to beat me, is it too late for you to learn the rules?"

Tibetan Antelope thought about it and said, no, the rules are not very complicated, I remember them all while playing, playing poker.

Playing poker......

This sentence directly pushed John to the brink of losing control, and almost looked up to the sky and spewed old blood.

Do you play poker and put 200 million league coins on the table?

There was a beast roaring in John's heart the whole time, no matter how strong this damn boy is, but the 21 o'clock table is his world! He asked Zangling to leave all the 100 million promissory notes before leaving!

He skillfully controlled the wins and losses on the field, constantly pushing up the stakes, and finally wanted to completely win the Tibetan antelope in this game!

This is too incredible for ordinary people, there is always a probability of winning or losing in gambling, even a world champion cannot say that he will definitely win a certain game, only that the probability of winning will increase through precise calculations.

But John was able to do it, and for many years he had been living in luxury with the money he earned from gambling.

He can keep cards!

21 is always dealt with four to eight decks of cards shuffled together, halfway through the deal, and all the remaining cards are discarded, which is to prevent some gamblers with a particularly good memory from remembering the cards.

If you can clearly remember how many aces and how many kings have been on the board, and then add a powerful equation to greatly improve the odds.

The average person can remember at most two decks of cards, the super gambler can remember four decks of cards, some gifted mathematicians can remember six, and John can remember close to eight decks of cards!

There are eight decks of cards at this table, so the whole game is almost entirely under his control.

With the new cards, John relaxed completely, and sure enough, he got the card he had always dreamed of, and the cards added up to exactly 21 points.

The rules of the game of 21 points are to see whose cards add up to the highest number of points, but not higher than 21 points, more than 21 points is "burst", but will lose a lot.

John is already at the top, and no matter how good the luck of the Tibetan antelope is, it is just a draw with him.