Superman of the American Comics - Chapter 329

[Chapter 312 If I lose, I will eat it on the spot]

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“Your soul doesn’t belong to you, so what qualifications do you have as a bargaining chip?”

Luke put his arms around Miss Succubus who was posted, and let the latter hold a tray full of chips and swagger to the next gaming table.

He didn’t even look directly at the devil’s minions who lost all the chips. This is the contempt of the winner for the loser.

“And, no matter how many more rounds of the game are played, you will never be my opponent.”

Luke spoke sarcastically in a standard villain tone.

Human gambling games are not difficult for him at all.

Hashem’s proud card-reading and card-counting is nothing in front of Superman.

Not to mention the absurdly low probability of a royal flush, if Luke wants to, he can make ten such kills in a row.

Besides, his super eyesight can clearly see the opponent’s hole cards.

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Luke wanted to throw a meme to the other side.

“Blackjack.”

Leaving the Texas Hold’em table, he began to scourge the next place.

Leaving only a face of despair, the utterly stunned defeated general.

“If Mephisto doesn’t come out, I’ll win the chips at every table.”

This is Luke’s idea. Anyway, in order to cut the leeks, the old devil’s casino does not limit the amount of betting at all.

In theory, as long as he wins the chips fast enough and enough, he can close the hell hotel out of business.

“Guests, this gentleman will pay for all the consumption tonight!”

Luke walked halfway and whispered a few words in the ear of Miss Succubus.

The latter relayed the original words, which immediately caused cheers inside the casino.

One of the easiest words in the world to gain the favor of others is “treating.”

And one of the easiest things to do

is to “prostitute”.

Hearing that someone was paying for the purchase, guests who came in to have fun flocked to the buffet table.

They haven’t realized that if they can’t earn enough soul chips, they will never be able to leave this hotel.

“Have fun.”

Luke, like a rich high roller, threw out a lot of red and white chips.

Once again, a large group of people gathered around to fight for it, and he put his arms around Miss Succubus and sat at the blackjack table.

Due to the various performances in the past, he won the chips wildly.

Spending a lot of money made Luke at this time bring his own aura of the God of Gamblers.

Not only did the guests next to them voluntarily give up space, but even the sexy dealer who dealt the cards had a little trembling hands.

With a relaxed smile at the corner of Luke’s mouth, he pushed out all the chips in the tray, and said softly, “Let

‘s start.” This calm and calm look made Miss Succubus, who was snuggling next to her, in a state of ecstasy, with stars in her eyes. .

She couldn’t help but get closer, the slender tail swung back and forth.

Luke didn’t look sideways and focused on the gaming table.

He has no interest in Miss Succubus, who can’t close her legs with a smile. Even in a friendly match, the contestants must be as good as the Queen of Hell’s Frontier.

……

”

Mondes, how many hands has he won again?” Mephisto, who was

sitting on the top floor and staring at the casino, showed no joy or anger on his face.

“This human, he has won seventeen games in a row, and every time it happens to be… blackjack.”

Even across the phone line, Mondes could feel the anger boiling inside the hell lord.

This kind of smashing behavior, even if it is placed in the human world, will provoke a “serious warning” from the casino.

What’s more, the behind-the-scenes boss of the Hell Hotel is Mephisto, an old devil who has absolutely no mercy and mercy.

“Oh, it’s all blackjack… that’s really arrogant.”

Mephisto’s tone was soft, but the more he was like this, the more anger he accumulated in his heart.

The rules of the game of blackjack are very simple, let the sum of the cards in your hand not exceed blackjack and try to be larger than others.

Typically, players will continue to take cards when the sum of the points is 4-8.

When it is 17 points and above, no more cards are drawn, fearing that it will “explode” – that is, if the number exceeds 21.

If someone can win 17 games in a row, maybe it can be attributed to good skill and good luck.

But on this basis, not only the winning streak, but also the hand is exactly blackjack – this is also a kill card, just like the royal flush in Texas Hold’em.

As long as you get it, you will win.

The disadvantage is that it is difficult and risky.

When the number of cards in the hand reaches 19 points, the probability of “explosion” will increase infinitely.

To get just enough blackjack, Mondes couldn’t think of any other way than cheating.

“It’s time to meet this guest, so as not to say that I am not well entertained at the Hell Hotel.”

Mephisto hung up the phone and stood up.

A smile was squeezed out of the sullen face, and the flames of hell lingering on the surface of the body turned into a red suit.

He built the Hell Hotel on earth just to harvest more souls.

But Luke’s appearance made the old devil’s plan a little stagnant.

Play Texas Hold’em with a Royal Flush.

To play blackjack, it’s all blackjack – the two cards in your hand add up to a total of 21, such as an ace and a flower or 10.

It’s like pointing at the nose of the casino owner and saying, “Master is cheating, what can you do?”

Mephisto has never been a good-natured devil, and someone has offended him before.

In addition to the previous generation of Supreme Mage, this generation of Supreme Mage, and the next generation of Supreme Mage, those guys are dead.

Leaning on the silver skull cane, Mephisto came to the casino.

He went straight to the blackjack table, looked at Luke and said, “I want to play a few games with you.”

“Okay.”

Luke nodded in agreement.

After gaining the authority of Seth, the god of death, his shining soul, like a firefly in the dark night, was finally able to hide.

Otherwise, the old devil wouldn’t think of himself as a smashing human.

If you can see the light of the soul, Mephisto at this time should seriously reflect on it.

What did you do to provoke the evil star in front of you.

“How about a stud to decide the outcome?”

Mephisto snapped his fingers, and the waiter behind him pushed a cart with blue chips that could cover the entire gaming table.

“No problem, I like this kind of exciting gameplay too.”

Luke nodded again, seemingly unaware that Miss Succubus, who was sitting next to him, had gradually distanced himself from him.

Whoa!

Stacks of blue chips are pushed into the middle area of the gaming table, one after another of the living soul.

“Two for the player and two for the dealer.” The

choppy sexy dealer’s hand trembled slightly.

“It looks like you’re very confident in yourself?”

Mephisto glanced at his bright and dark cards, and took a sip of the red wine that was served.

“I just think that the goddess of luck tonight always seems to be on my side.”

Luke smiled slightly, he couldn’t see the old devil’s hand.

An incomparably rich pitch-black flame enveloped the area he was in.

It seems that the hell lord has noticed that the means used by Luke may not be a “cheating method” in the usual sense.

“Let’s showdown.”

Mephisto, who confirmed that he was no longer holding a card, looked confident in his victory.

In his long life, he also indulged in gambling games invented by humans.

In other words, this old devil is actually a veteran gambling dog.

“Nineteen! What do you get to beat me?”

Mephisto turned over his hidden cards and added up the points of the exposed cards, which was exactly nineteen.

The distance was exploded, just a little bit.

The old devil stared at Luke the whole time and didn’t notice anything unusual about him.

No one can cheat in front of themselves without being found out!

Mephisto firmly believes in this.

In addition, Luke only has one hand, and a rough estimate of the sum of his points is between 8-10.

It’s a win!

“If you can drop my nineteen in seconds, I will eat this table on the spot!” The

old devil said with a sneer.

There was a flash of fire in his eyes, and he saw directly through Luke’s hand.

Sure enough!

Only ten in total!

“That’s what you said, Your Excellency Mephisto.”

Luke’s mouth curved into a corner, and he spread out all the cards in his hand.

“Excuse me, blackjack.”

Am I being counted?

!

Mephisto reacted, and those eyes full of hell flames looked fiercely at Luke who became the winner.

“Who are you?” the

old devil asked with a gloomy expression.

[End of this Chapter]