Superman

Set the clock back one hour ago.

Luke looked up at the Hell Hotel with billowing smoke and black flames, and walked to the front of the long queue.

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

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

No matter when, the ink smell of banknotes is so addictive.

"The residents of Las Vegas are blind to the strangeness of this hotel, but they flock to it in droves."

Luke used the "All Seeing Eye" in "The Book of Emperor Weishan" to sweep over and look at the two security guards guarding the door.

Under the human skin, there is a ferocious body filled with hell flames and bearing the horns of a devil.

Walking into the hotel door, the reception girl dressed as a succubus looks exactly like herself.

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

"This suits Howard's taste."

Luke suddenly remembered something very serious.

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

He preconceptionally believed that Mephisto had conspired.

But to put it another way, an old pervert like Howard might have been drained by the succubus.

He was in a state of exhaustion where he was running out of food and ammunition, his legs were weak, and he couldn't walk.

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

After all, Howard has even slept with female vampires, and he has very mixed tastes.

"Let me look for Mephisto, where is that old devil..."

Luke walked to the front desk where the chips were exchanged, and his attention was instantly drawn to it.

Under his "all-seeing eye", those blue, red, and white chips with the devil's pattern on them turned into distorted faces.

All are human souls!

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

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

"But the premise is that you have to sacrifice your soul to win one game after another."

Luke pursed his lips, Mephisto was also a wizard.

Using the soul chip + casino model, a circulation system has been built.

It seems that the old devil has been proficient in various ways of cutting leeks during these years of wandering in the world.

What kind of devil securities company, hell loan company - the advertising slogans have been thought out: no threshold borrowing, lowest interest guaranteed, no violent collection.

"Can I go to the gambling table if I don't have any chips?"

Luke glanced at the scale that weighed his soul, thinking that if he stood on it, he would expose himself.

"It doesn't matter. We have a pledge contract here. As long as you sign your name, you will get the chips."

The waiter took out several paper contracts with exquisite patterns on the edges.

"You can exchange for one blue chip in ten years, three in thirty years, and so on."

The blue chip is equivalent to the casino's 10,000-yuan bill. There are red chips and white chips behind it, which represent different values.

"Wow, there is actually a one-thousand-year pledge contract."

Luke yelled in an exaggerated way, the old devil was still ruthless enough in cutting leeks.

If anyone thinks this is just a game, sign this pledge contract.

Once all the soul chips are lost, he will have to work in vain for Mephisto for a thousand years, and he will never be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life.

"I want to sign for a thousand years."

Luke took 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 Gu Yi as a shield.

Anyway, the Supreme Mage should be very experienced in refusing debt collection and repaying debts.

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

The waiter happily put away the contract and handed the tray filled with blue chips to Luke.

"Let me see something fun... Texas Hold'em, this is it."

Luke turned around, squeezed into the crowded poker area, and randomly picked a gaming table to sit down.

"Here comes another fat sheep."

Hashem, pretending to be a gambler, glanced at the chips in Luke's tray and smiled coldly.

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Time returns 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 categories in total, limited betting tables, betting limit tables, and unlimited betting tables.

The rules are complicated to explain in detail, and it is easy for others to misunderstand the word count.

So to briefly summarize, at the beginning of the game, each player will get two hole cards face down.

After several rounds of dealing cards and calling bets, players have to combine their hole cards with the community cards to form the largest hand, and then compare it with other players.

Counting from big to small, there are almost ten types of cards.

The largest one is the Royal Flush, and the smaller ones include three of a kind, two pairs, one pair, etc.

Texas Hold'em poker competes in calculating card patterns and psychological games.

Experts can read and guess cards.

Basically, at the beginning, you know what card type you should make this round, and then you start to guess the opponent's card type and start an intense psychological game.

For example, some people obviously don't have a big hand, but they like to follow the bet crazily and put pressure on their opponents.

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

speak loudly, act arrogantly,

Use this kind of performance to scare your opponents away from following the bet or become suspicious, thus achieving the ultimate goal.

Hashem was a repeat champion of the World Poker Championship and is proficient in various ways of playing poker, including bridge, stud, blackjack, etc.

Texas Hold'em is his specialty. His innate talent for card reading allows this guy to form the most suitable card type in every round and successfully win the opponent's chips.

Since the soul fell into hell and lost its freedom.

Hashem endured the scorching heat, the smell of sulfur, and the chattering of inferior demons every day.

Hell is not a nice place.

Otherwise, why would those demons, demons, and even Mephisto himself come to the human world and wander around for nothing?

It was not until the establishment of the Hell Hotel that Hashem, who was a dog gambler during his lifetime, was remembered by Mephisto.

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

Become the regional manager of the hotel and casino, responsible for all poker affairs.

In just a few days, Hashem has made dozens of guests bankrupt, lost all their soul chips, and became slaves to the lord of hell.

In short, his performance is very good.

Until Hashem met the bastard sitting across from him, a young human who had won thirty-two games in a row!

"You definitely cheated!"

Hashem was furious and the veins on his forehead burst out.

The protruding eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes stared straight at the cards spread out by Luke.

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

"How could such a card type appear!"

Hashim's face was thin, like a drug addict's, and it felt like his brain was about to explode.

According to his calculations, the ratio of Royal Flush occurrence is 30939:1, which translates into a probability of 0.003%.

In other words, unless there is a miracle or Luke cheats, it is completely impossible to come up with this rare card type that can win the game.

"If you can win, you can't afford to lose? It is a very bad behavior to arbitrarily accuse your opponent of cheating without evidence."

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

"That's it. You've made me lose interest in continuing the game, and you've already lost everything."

Luke bent his fingers and flicked the rolling chips to the succubus girl next to him.

The chip branded with the pattern of the devil with ram's horns fell right into the middle of the latter's chest.

"You are so charming! The Hell Hotel will always welcome high-rollers like you!"

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

This is no small amount.

Miss Succubus wanted to stick her body to Luke.

Hell Hotels also have performance appraisals. They can earn a certain amount of soul chips by working for Mephisto.

The old devil knows how to drive his "employees" so that all the devils can enjoy the blessings and treatment like social animals.

"Wait! I can bet again!"

Hashem thought of his performance and bonuses, with a ruthless look on his face.

"I could bet my soul on it!"