Grand Tesoro, VIP box on the top floor.
Unlike the glittering gold of the entire city, the luxury here is restrained and depressing. The thick scarlet carpet swallows up all footsteps, and the air is filled with the sweet smell of top-quality cigars and expensive perfume.
Beside the gaming table, four figures wearing glass covers looked out of place.
It is Saint Sellos that slipped out from Holy Land Mary Geoise, as well as Saint Ferrari, Saint Lamborghini, and Palace Liana.
Opposite them, several tycoons who were making all the difference in Underworld were sitting on pins and needles at the moment, with cold sweat on their foreheads sliding down their plump cheeks.
The loan shark tycoon, the arms tycoon, the leader of the human trafficking organization... Any one of them can make a kingdom tremble with a stamp of their feet. But here, in front of Celestial Dragons, they don't even dare to breathe.
Everyone cursed the eighteenth generation of Gilder Tesoro's ancestors in their hearts.
That bastard actually put them in this box to play cards with these living ancestors!
This is not playing cards, this is clearly risking life!
"Study!"
Saint Sellos didn't even look at the cards, and pushed out all the small mountain of chips in front of him, his movements rough, his eyes full of boredom and irritability.
The hearts of several underground tycoons across from them suddenly twitched.
To follow or not to follow?
Hey, if I win, will I offend this moody "god"?
If you don't follow, doesn't that mean you're not showing any respect?
Several people exchanged glances, and finally chose to give up tremblingly.
"Fold again?"
Saint Sellos slammed the table, and the gold tabletop made a muffled sound. His twisted facial features looked even more ferocious through the glass cover.
"What do you mean, you despicable mortals?!"
His sharp voice echoed in the box, "I asked you to come here to play with me! I'm not here to see you trembling!"
"Don't care about Gu Celestial Dragons's identity, let go of your hands and feet, and play a few games with Gu!"
"As long as you make me happy, I will spare your life! Otherwise--"
Before he finished speaking, he took out a gorgeous diamond-encrusted pistol made by Pure Gold from his waist.
"Bang!"
Flames spurted from the muzzle.
The arms tycoon sitting on the far left swayed and fell onto the carpet, making no sound again.
Warm blood splashed on the trouser legs of the loan shark tycoon next to him.
He shivered all over, and a wave of heat surged out from under him.
Saint Sellos slowly blew out the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, put the gun back on his waist, and said coldly, "Otherwise, your fate will be the same as him."
There was deathly silence in the box.
The remaining three Underworld tycoons looked as pale as paper, and fear completely submerged them like cold sea water.
The next second, the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything else.
"I'll follow!"
"I'm following too! Everyone is following!"
The three of them scrambled to push out all the chips in front of them, their bodies shaking like leaves falling in the wind.
"Brother, don't be too high-profile."
Palace Liana, who had been silent all this time, tilted his head and reminded softly, "If we have an accident here and are unable to return Holy Land on time, Doflamingo will definitely take this opportunity to attack."
When he heard the name "Doflamingo", Theros Saint suddenly became furious.
"Doflamingo? Who is he? He's just a pariah! If it weren't for Lord Akira's partiality, how could he be where he is now?"
"It's pointless to complain about this now." Palace Liana waved his hand, "It's hard to leave Holy Land, just enjoy it. Don't make trouble."
As she said that, she turned her gaze to the three "mortals" opposite who were almost scared to death, and tried to make her voice sound gentler, "Don't be afraid, just have fun and don't care about our identities."
After the three people opposite looked at each other in tacit understanding, they suppressed the fear in their hearts, sorted out their emotions, and began to enter the state.
Gambling, start again.
This time, the three underground tycoons are no longer timid.
They are all heroes who have crawled out of an environment of licking blood and intrigue, and psychological games at the gambling table have long been commonplace.
Soon, the mountains of chips in front of the four Celestial Dragons all flowed in front of them at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No more?"
Saint Theros looked at the empty table, his gambling urge was strong, and he still had more to say.
He snapped his fingers, and a staff member who had been waiting aside immediately stepped forward.
"Go and borrow another 500 million Beli!"
There was no contract, no mortgage, just a casual word. The staff smiled and took out a gold-gilded IOU, and Theros signed his name with a flying phoenix.
Five hundred million Beli chips were quickly delivered.
However, within half an hour, the new mountain of chips was cleared again.
"Borrow it again!"
Saint Ferrari also had red eyes and roared.
Unknowingly, four Celestial Dragonss had signed usury IOUs totaling two billion Belis in the hands of this staff member.
"That's it for today."
Palace Liana stood up and prepared to leave disappointedly.
Although Saint Theros was unwilling to give in, he knew that he would lose if he continued to gamble, so he stood up cursing.
At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open.
Gilder Tesoro walked in slowly with his signature smile, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black.
"You adults, did you enjoy your time?" he greeted warmly, as if he were meeting old friends again.
"I'm not lucky." Saint Theros waved his hand impatiently, "I'll pay you the money I owe you next time I come."
"It's a small thing, it's a small thing." Tesoro smiled brighter, "If you haven't had enough fun, I personally can provide 500 million Beli to these adults for free."
He snapped his fingers.
Behind him, Baccarat twisted his fiery figure and walked up carrying a gold tray filled with 500 million Beli chips.
Tesoro said with a serious expression, "These 500 million Beli chips, regardless of winning or losing, are all mine! Just think of it as my way of honoring these adults!"
Upon hearing this, Saint Theros wiped away the impatience on his face and sat back at the gambling table.
Don't give away free money.
After a few games, it was still the four Celestial Dragons who were playing the game again and again. Without any suspense, they lost all their 500 million Beli chips.
Saint Theros, whose gambling addiction was completely aroused, looked at Tesoro next to him and said in a deep voice, "Lend Gu Gu another three billion!"
Soon, the three billion Beli chips also bottomed out.
Looking at the desktop that had been cleared again, Saint Charles's rationality was completely replaced by the madness of losing a red eye.
He stood up suddenly, drew out his golden pistol, and pointed it at the three underground tycoons opposite who had just won money and had not had time to rejoice.
"Despicable pariah! How dare you cheat in front of me!"
"You all go to hell!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots rang out one after another, and three underground tycoons fell to the ground.
Tesoro stood aside, the smile on his face did not change at all.
He didn't even try to stop it.
Because he didn't intend to let these people leave alive.
At this moment, a staff member rushed in, his voice changed with fear. "Tesoro Master! Something bad is going to happen!"
After a slight pause, the staff member looked up at Tesoro and said urgently, "The training ship led by Navy Marshal Akira is heading towards Grand Tesoro at full speed!"
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