Turn the hour hand back to an hour ago.

Luke looked up at the Hell Hotel, which was emitting billowing smoke and black flames, and walked to the front of the long line.

Just like Howard did, he held a few bills between his fingers and handed them to the black guy with the big gold chain.

The latter took it briskly and then gave up his position.

No matter what time of day, the smell of ink on banknotes is so addictive.

"Las Vegas residents, oblivious to the oddities of this hotel, are flocking in and flocking in."

Luke swept over with the "all-seeing eye" from the Book of Emperor Vishan, looking at the two security guards guarding the door.

Beneath the human skin is a hideous body surrounded by the flames of hell and the horns of a demon.

Walking through the door of the hotel, the welcome lady dressed as a succubus looks almost the same as herself.

They all have red skin, bewitching figures, evil breasts, and a slender tail that keeps shaking.

"It's to Howard's taste."

Luke suddenly remembered something very serious.

According to Alessandro, Howard walked into the Inferno Hotel and never came out again.

He had a preconceived idea that Mephisto was engaged in some kind of conspiracy.

can think of it another way, an old pervert like Howard may have been squeezed dry by a succubus.

He was in a state of exhaustion, his legs were weak, and he couldn't walk.

After thinking about it carefully, Luke actually felt that this was extremely likely.

After all, Howard has even been on female vampires, and his tastes are very mixed.

"Let me find Mephisto, where is that old devil......"

Luke walked over to the front desk to exchange chips, and his attention was instantly drawn to it.

Under his "all-seeing eyes", those blue, red, and white chips branded with the pattern of the sheep's horn demon turned into distorted faces.

All human souls!

"Pain and torment are the currency of the Hell Hotel."

The waiter who exchanged the chips read the written lines and said with a blank face: "Guest, everything you need can be obtained at the Hell Hotel." ”

"But only if you give your soul to win game after game."

Luke pursed the corners of his mouth, Mephisto was also a wizard.

With the model of soul chips + casino, a circulation system has been constructed.

It seems that the old devil has learned all kinds of ways to cut leeks in all the years he has been wandering in the world.

What devil securities company, hell lending company - the advertising slogan has been thought of: no threshold borrowing, guaranteed minimum interest, no violent collection.

"If I don't have chips, can I go to the table?"

Luke glanced at the scales that weighed his soul, and wondered if he was exposing himself by standing up.

"It's okay, we have a pledge contract here, as long as you sign your name, you can get chips."

The waiter pulled out several paper contracts with delicate circles around the edges.

"Ten years can be exchanged for one blue chip, thirty years for three, and so on."

The blue chips are equivalent to the casino's 10,000 yuan bills, followed by red chips and white chips, which represent different values.

"Wow, there's a thousand-year pledge contract."

Luke pretended to exaggerate and screamed, the old devil was still ruthless enough to cut leeks.

If anyone thinks it's just a game, sign this pledge contract.

Once the soul chips are lost, he will work for Mephisto for a thousand years, and he will not want to rest in peace for the rest of his life.

"I'm going to sign for a thousand years."

Luke pulled out the pledge contract and signed it without hesitation—the name of the Supreme Mage.

This kind of contract is binding, so it's better to use the ancient one as a shield.

Anyway, in terms of refusing to collect and refuse to repay debts, the Supreme Master should be very experienced.

"Okay, guest, here's your bargaining chips."

The waiter put away the contract and handed the tray full of blue chips to Luke with both hands.

"Let me see what's fun...... Texas Hold'em, that's it. ”

Luke spun around, squeezed into the crowded playing card area, and sat down at a random table.

"Here comes another fat sheep."

Posing as a gambler, Hashem glanced at the chips in Luke's tray and smiled coldly.

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Time comes back to the present.

Texas Hold'em has always been a popular game in casinos.

The number of participants generally ranges from two to twenty people.

There are three main categories in total, Fixed Limit Tables, Limit Tables, and No Limit Tables.

The rules are complicated to elaborate, and it is easy for others to misunderstand the number of words.

So to put it simply, at the beginning of the game, each player is dealt two hole cards face down.

After several rounds of dealing, acting, players combine their hole cards with community cards to make the largest made card, which is then compared to other players.

From highest to smallest, there are almost ten types of cards.

The largest is a royal flush, and the smaller ones are three-of-a-kind, two-pair, one-pair, and so on.

Texas Hold'em is a game of hand calculation and mental play.

Masters will read the cards and guess the cards.

Basically, at the beginning of the game, you know what type of cards you should set this round, and then you start to guess the opponent's card type, and start a fierce psychological game.

For example, some people like to call frantically and put pressure on their opponents even though they don't have a big hand.

There are also some veterans who are very good at using the method of "bluffing".

Speak loudly and act arrogantly,

Use this kind of performance to scare the opponent into calling, or become suspicious, to achieve the ultimate goal.

Hashem was a re-elected champion of the World of Poker tournament and was proficient in many ways to play poker, including bridge, stud, blackjack, and more.

Texas Hold'em is his specialty, and his innate talent for reading cards allows this guy to make the most suitable hand shape every round and win the opponent's chips smoothly.

Since the soul fell into hell and lost its free body.

Hashem endured the scorching heat, the smoky smell of sulfur, and the inferior demons who chirped every day.

Hell is not a good place.

Otherwise, those demons, devils, and even Mephisto himself, why did they run around the world twice when they had nothing to do?

It wasn't until the establishment of the Hell Hotel, that Hashem, who was a dog gambler before his death, was remembered by Mephisto.

Having become a demon minion, he temporarily left the terrible lower hell.

Become the regional manager of the hotel casino and specialize in all things playing cards.

In just a few days, Hashem has bankrupted dozens of guests, lost all their soul chips, and become slaves to the lords of hell.

In short, he's doing well.

Until Hashem meets the bastard sitting opposite, a young human who has won thirty-two games in a row!

"You're definitely cheating!"

Hashim was impotent and furious, and the green veins on his forehead burst out.

Bloodshot bulging eyes, staring straight at Luke's unfolded cards.

A, K, Q, J, 10, five cards of the same suit, just to form a royal flush.

"How could this be possible!"

Hashem, with thin cheeks and an addict-like look, felt like his brain was going to explode.

According to his calculations, the ratio of the royal flush to the royal flush is 30939:1, and the probability of conversion is 0.003%.

That said, unless there was a real miracle, or Luke cheated, it would be impossible to come up with such a rare all-you-can-eat hand.

"Can't afford to win, can't afford to lose? Accusing an opponent of cheating without evidence is a very bad behavior. ”

A blue chip with the largest face value tumbled between Luke's fingers, and within two hours of entering the casino, he had already won five souls.

"That's it, you've taken my appetite off to continue playing, and you've lost it too."

Luke flexed his fingers and flicked the rolling chips to Miss Succubus next to him.

The chips branded with the Sheep's Horn Demon pattern landed right in the middle of the latter's chest.

"You're fascinating! Hell Hotel always welcomes high rollers like you! ”

A single blue chip is roughly equivalent to one-third to one-fifth of a human soul.

That's not a small amount.

Miss Succubus was eager to stick her body to Luke.

The Hell Hotel also has a performance appraisal, and they work for Mephisto, and they can also earn a certain amount of soul chips.

The old devil knows how to drive his "employees" to let the demons enjoy the blessings of social animals.

"Wait! I could bet again! ”

Hashim thought of his performance, as well as the bonus, and his face showed a hint of ruthlessness.

"I can bet my soul!"