Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"everything is normal."

Bazett carefully checked but found nothing suspicious. In the end, he honestly verified the foreign tourist's "innocence" to his temporary boss in the earpiece.

"Excuse me, sir, you have been invited to the VIP room upstairs and need to leave temporarily..."

Then, another sweet-looking waitress used this excuse to call the obviously troublemaking guy upstairs.

"No, handsome, let's play a few more rounds..."

"That's right, that's right, why are you answering the phone? We'll buy you drinks after this..."

Amidst the clamor of calls and pleas to stay, greed and reluctance were evident. After all, the astute gamblers had already discerned the underlying reasons: such a lucrative opportunity to win money might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Excuse me."

Samael smiled elegantly and reservedly, got up and went upstairs. As for the bunny girl who worked as a casino enforcer, she naturally had to come along in case of any unexpected situation.

Sigh, yet another fool has fallen into the dead end of gambling, trying to get rich through this crooked path!

Watching the figure go upstairs without any sense of danger, Bazett shook his head inwardly, his eyes filled with pity.

He both hated himself and pitied a newcomer who was about to fall into the trap.

Chapter 156 The Gambling Apocalypse (4.6k)

"Texas Hold'em, we just need some players, come join us, you'll be the dealer."

A well-dressed male dealer wearing gold-rimmed glasses glanced at his Rolex watch and, with a nod from the middle-aged man with a buzz cut, invited Samael to sit down. After skillfully shuffling the cards, the seemingly professional dealer began dealing the cards.

The ceiling decorated with crystal chandeliers, the fresh-smelling redwood furniture, and the wool carpet underfoot all offer a wonderful tactile experience.

The elegant environment was secondary; the presence of two burly men with tattoos blocking the entrance spoke volumes.

Samael touched his nose, sat in the empty seat, and slightly flipped over the two hole cards with the King printed on them. His original unease seemed to turn into surprise. He immediately threw in his chips, raising the floor price by dozens of times. After the middle-aged man with the buzz cut stubbed out his cigarette and called, the other three sneered and raised their chips several rounds.

Immediately afterwards, when the dealer dealt two Aces, one Nine of Diamonds, and two Kings as community cards, Snake couldn't help but beam with joy.

The other three, without prior agreement, all displayed exaggerated frustration, discarding their two face-down cards. One of them even blew up half of one of the two face-down cards that the middle-aged man with the buzz cut had flipped over.

As nine hearts faintly appeared in the center of the card, the fierce-looking, short-haired middle-aged man on the table, whose original confident demeanor vanished, was replaced by an unpredictable expression. Nevertheless, he threw the remaining chips onto the table in a fit of pique.

According to the standard Texas Hold'em rules, players need to combine their two hole cards with five community cards to form the best possible hand, regardless of how many cards they have (they can even use none of their hole cards), and then compare their hand with other players.

If one of the two hole cards opposite is the 9 of hearts, then based on the current community cards of two Aces, one 9 of diamonds, and two Kings...

No matter how the opponent combines their pieces, it's just one or two mixed-color pairs, or three of a kind, or three of a kind plus a pair.

In this situation, a Samael who can combine four Kings is absolutely guaranteed to dominate.

Ancient Snake suppressed his excitement, a smile playing on his lips, and eagerly pushed the remaining chips to the center.

"cough……"

Bazett, standing nearby, noticed the other gamblers' deliberate actions and hesitated several times before finally letting out a useless dry cough, out of professional ethics.

After all, for a gambler who is confident of victory, nothing is more important than winning a game.

Seeing millions of yen worth of chips pushed to the center of the gambling table, and with everything settled, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut smugly turned over his two hole cards.

A pair of Aces was clearly displayed before the gamblers' eyes, while the previously faintly visible 9 of Hearts had vanished without a trace.

At the card table, the gamblers who had long since folded, along with the dealer, looked on with mocking expressions as they sized up the foreign fat sheep who, driven by greed, had been successfully tricked and unknowingly fallen into their trap.

In these underground casinos that operate in the shadows, how much you win isn't the issue; what matters is how much you can take away.

Bazett frowned as she looked at the bosses and thugs who were blatantly organizing groups to defraud innocent tourists.

But a strong sense of professional ethics, coupled with the tens of thousands of yuan owed to the other party, made this designated seal executor, who was forced to work to pay off the debt, move his lips but ultimately remain silent, standing in the corner and keeping quiet.

At this moment, the casino owner's slightly chubby face suddenly relaxed into a wrinkled valley, revealing his yellowed teeth from long-term smoking, and he spread his arms to embrace the mountain of chips on the table.

"Sorry, I have four Aces, the highest!"

"What a coincidence, me too!"

However, the handsome foreign man, who was seen as easy prey by everyone, suddenly seemed to feel the joy of meeting a kindred spirit, and revealed his cards to the stunned croupier and the mountain of meat.

In an instant, two identical Aces appeared before everyone's eyes.

The guys who had originally set up the scheme, intending to protect their casino's interests through a combination of deception and coercion, were now completely dumbfounded.

Wait a minute, there are clearly two Kings! How can there be two Aces? And how can there be six Aces in a deck of cards?!

We've met a master!

Meanwhile, the dealer in charge of the trading was completely bewildered, and sweat beaded on his forehead as all eyes focused on him.

"Oh, right, I forgot you're the dealer. Four Aces don't seem to be enough to beat you, but look, I have another one!"

Samael tilted his head, his eyes slightly narrowed as he smiled, and reached into the collar of the stiff-looking dealer's shirt to pull out a card, turning his palm over with a broad smile.

Suddenly, another Ace was placed on the table.

"Five Aces! One more than you, so I win this time, right?"

Are you genuinely clueless, or just pretending? You have seven Aces in a deck of cards, you fucking cheated, you know that?!

The three accompanying gamblers stared at the audacious blond man who pulled out three more Aces, their lips twitching as they felt numb.

Similarly, Bazett was also numb.

What's going on? Why didn't she notice the other side's cheating methods at all?

"You've got guts! You're messing with me! You think you can gamble? How about betting your life on it?!"

Realizing he was the one who had been fooled, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut turned ashen-faced. He reached into a hidden compartment under the table, pulled out a black Colt revolver, released the safety, and pointed it at Samael across from him.

"Snapped!"

However, in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut felt a numbness in his wrist, and the beautifully crafted Colt revolver had already changed hands.

"Bet with your life? Commendable courage! You truly deserve to be called a hero of the underworld. To show my respect, I'll go for it!"

With a soft murmur, Samael swiftly snatched the Colt revolver, decisively opened the magazine, threw out five bullets, and loaded the last one. Then, ignoring the tattooed guards at the door reaching into their pockets and waists, he spoke solemnly.

"As for the game, let's play Russian roulette! I'm more familiar with it, so I'll go first!"

However, this Russian roulette wheel is not the roulette wheel-shaped gambling device displayed in casinos, but a more ancient Russian gambling game.

This involves placing one or more bullets into the six chambers of a revolver, rotating the cylinder arbitrarily, and then closing the cylinder.

Participants take turns pointing a pistol at their own head and pulling the trigger; whoever is shot automatically withdraws, and those who chicken out also lose. The last one standing wins. Gamblers watching can place bets on the lives of the participants if they are interested.

"Kakakakakaka!"

Immediately afterwards, amidst the horrified stares of the crowd as if they were watching a madman, a handsome blond young man, gripping the Colt revolver whose magazine had stopped spinning, pulled the trigger five times in a row, pointing it at his temple.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Amidst the numbing and shocking echo, the ancient snake casually tossed two Aces of Hearts from the table; the swirling cards spurted out a crimson line of blood.

Immediately, the two guards at the door realized the situation was bad and tried to draw their guns, but their tendons in their hands were severed. They both clutched their bloodied wrists and squatted on the ground, groaning in pain.

However, the VIP room truly lives up to its name; the soundproofing is excellent.

As the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the forehead of the middle-aged man with a buzz cut, which was covered in beads of sweat, a smiling inquiry echoed in the casino owner's ears.

"Is it fun?"

"So...fun..."

The middle-aged boss, who was involved in the underworld, had his muscles twitching violently, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, like a frightened quail.

"If this is fun, let's keep playing. Now... it's your turn!"

A demon from hell grinned menacingly and casually pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

In the instant the hammer spun back, the Japanese gangster, whose soul had been drained by the fear of death, collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face turning blue and purple, almost suffocating and fainting.

and many more……

N-nothing? I'm not dead!

However, as his brain, which had been blank due to lack of oxygen, gradually recovered through his rough breathing, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut, who had not felt any pain, opened his eyes with great joy, overjoyed at his survival.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, it seems the primer in the warhead was accidentally spilled."

However, the devilish voice that manipulates people's hearts and minds came again.

Samael opened the magazine, took out the unfired bullet, unscrewed the casing, looked at the empty bottom, and helplessly threw away the discarded bullet. He then picked up a brand new one from the table and reloaded it.

"No rush, you still owe me four shots. Let's try again. Maybe it'll misfire this time too. Believe in yourself! Good luck!"

The ancient snake patted the other's trembling shoulder in a friendly manner, its face full of encouragement.

But as he spoke, the man casually pulled the tablecloth over and held it in front of him, seemingly to prevent the splattered brain matter and blood from staining his clothes.

The more you try to comfort me, the more scared I get. Can we please stop talking?

"Brother, no, sir! Someone said you broke the casino rules first and are suspected of cheating. I just invited you over to discuss this..."

Under the threat of death, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut was on the verge of tears, and tried to defend himself in a trembling voice. Then, the boss seemed to have thought of something, and his fierce gaze swept around before finally settling on a certain spot.

Immediately, the boss pounced on the corner like a hungry wolf, slapping one of the whistleblowers to the ground. His yellow teeth were grinding, his eyes were spitting fire, and he was furiously berating the culprit in front of him.

"What cheating! How can you falsely accuse a customer like that!"

At this moment, the stunned underling lay on the ground, spitting out two teeth mixed with blood, and cleverly covered his symmetrically swollen cheeks, crying out.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!"

There's no misunderstanding.

Samael blinked and spoke in a serious tone.

"He's right, I did cheat!"

"..."

The two gangsters looked at each other, and when they turned their heads, their stiff faces wore smiles that were more like cries, and they cursed inwardly.

Hey buddy, at a time like this, can you please stop being so honest and give me a way out?

"There's nothing I can do, what can I do... I'm a fair person."

As the blond handsome man spoke earnestly, everyone present rolled their eyes and secretly grumbled to themselves.

You can conjure up seven Aces from a deck of cards, and you're talking about fairness?!

"Fairness is relative."

However, amidst the sullen resentment of the crew-cut boss and his thugs, Samael smiled mockingly, his eyes playful, and spoke leisurely.

"The wired control device connected to the computer under the Russian roulette wheel; the cameras on several gambling tables; and the invisible coating on the back of the cards that only your bespectacled dealer can see... Not a bad way to make money, but cheating is not a good habit..."

At this moment, Bazett, torn between professional ethics and moral judgment, had a drastic change in expression.

Now, the human murder weapon understands why, despite having a vague sense of perception, it still missed the correct outcome at the gambling table. Its remaining sense of responsibility and pity turned into anger, and it wished it could use its high heels to stomp on the heads of the pigs opposite it.

So that's what happened! I was wondering how I could possibly lose in a row with my superb gambling skills!

However, Samael didn't take the foul seriously and even pulled back Bazett, who wanted to kill someone, to defend the others.

"Gambling is a gamble, nine out of ten times it's cheating. If there's no trickery, is it even gambling? Running a casino isn't charity. They're just taking advantage of a little bit of privilege, which is perfectly reasonable, right?"

Ah, yes, yes!

Seeing that the female Tyrannosaurus Rex, who could twist a gun into a pretzel with her bare hands, realized that she wanted to settle accounts with them, the boss and his thugs, who had been stripped of their tiger skin and were huddled in a corner trembling, nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice. They even wanted to shout "Long live understanding!" to this knowledgeable industry insider.

But then, Samael changed the subject, his smile becoming incredibly bright.

"However, since you can cheat, I can cheat too. That's what makes the game fair, right?"

Faced with this well-reasoned argument and the murderous gaze of that tough-looking woman, the casino staff were speechless and continued to nod like chickens pecking at rice.

Ah, yes, yes...

Might makes right, so whatever you say goes.

Samael looked at the cooperative crowd, nodded in satisfaction, then raised the revolver in his hand and spoke with a smile.

"Is everything clear? Then shall we continue this 'fair' game?"

"No... I'm not playing anymore. Take whatever you want!"