Grand Tesoro, VIP box on the top floor.
Baccarat's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his beautiful eyes were wide open, staring at Navy Marshal who always had a warm smile on the opposite side.
Lost.
With Lucky-Lucky Fruit, she could control her luck as she pleased, but she actually lost at the poker table!
What chilled her most was that Akira didn't even touch the corners of the card table from beginning to end.
Shuffling and dealing the cards are all done by her herself.
The moment she opened the hole card Akira with trembling fingertips, the whole world seemed to have lost its voice.
That's an Ace of Hearts.
Together with the four red hearts K, Q, J, and 10 that have been turned over on the table, they perfectly form a flush.
As for her own cards, they were a bunch of rubbish that didn't even make up a pair.
She, the ability user of Lucky-Lucky Fruit, personally dealt herself a deck of bad cards, and then personally handed her opponent a deck of great cards.
This silent betrayal, stemming from her own strength, was sharper than any blade and instantly defeated all her psychological defenses.
"No... impossible..."
The blood on Baccarat's face faded, and his lips trembled as he kept saying, "This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible!!!"
She muttered to herself absentmindedly, completely trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and unable to extricate herself.
Akira ignored her, just turned his head, his eyes fell calmly on Tesoro's face, and said calmly, "You lost."
Three simple words, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Tesoro's heart hard.
Tesoro, who watched the whole game, certainly understood what happened.
He knows better than anyone how domineering Baccarat's abilities are.
But just now, the luck that was enough to turn things around seemed to be suppressed in front of that man, and it didn't show up at all.
Of course none of this matters!
What made him most unbearable was the smile on Akira's face that never changed.
Calm and gentle, yet containing a chilling domineering power.
That smile was like a red-hot iron, scorching the deepest scar in his soul.
Once upon a time, he was tortured mercilessly and questioned repeatedly just because he smiled in front of Celestial Dragons--
"Who gave you permission to laugh?"
Since then, smiling has become his taboo and his tool to take revenge on the world.
Anyone who dares to laugh in front of him will face the same problem as him.
But now, the person smiling in front of him is Marshal, the most hard-blooded and powerful man in the history of the navy.
He was the man who casually executed four Celestial Dragons like they were squishing bugs to death.
He didn't dare ask.
You can't even ask.
Inner demons are growing crazily, and sanity is on the verge of collapse.
Tesoro's facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and his originally handsome face gradually became distorted and became ferocious.
He stared intently at the perfect flush in front of Akira, his chest heaving violently, like a beast about to lose control.
However, he finally forced down the madness that was about to burst out, grinned, and forced out a bloodthirsty smile that was uglier than crying.
"Lord Marshal, please rest assured."
"Today, absolutely no pirate will be able to leave Grand Tesoro alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly, and his heart, which had been twisted to the extreme, suddenly burst out!
"Hee hee hee hee... hee hee hahaha!"
Tesoro opened his arms, looked up to the sky and let out an evil and crazy laugh.
"The show is about to begin!"
Baccarat, who was paralyzed on the ground, was startled. Regardless of the fear in his heart, he crawled to his feet and staggered out after Tesoro.
In the box, it became quiet for an instant.
Hancock watched Tesoro and others leave, that crazy laughter still echoing in the corridor, making her frown slightly.
She walked to Akira and said with some worry, "Akira, those interns..."
"This is part of the internship." Akira picked up the red wine on the table and shook it gently, "If Tesoro's cleaning affects them, then it is up to them to defeat Tesoro."
Having said this, Akira narrowed his eyes slightly and curved the corners of his mouth, "Now New World, there are not many decent whetstones left!"
When Hancock heard this, he stopped asking any more questions and filled Akira's glass with the wine bottle placed next to him.
Just then.
"Ah--"
A shrill scream, like a flare, suddenly pierced the night sky of Grand Tesoro.
Then, the second sound, the third sound...
Screams of panic, cries of despair, the crisp sounds of weapons clashing, and the muffled sounds of flesh being torn apart came one after another, instantly turning this golden city into a hell on earth.
Outside the box, screams could be heard endlessly, accompanied by Tesoro's crazy and joyful laughter.
The pirates who were spending money in the casino suddenly found that the golden floor under their feet became like a swamp, sucking their feet tightly.
Immediately afterwards, golden liquid seeped out from the ground and wrapped around their bodies like poisonous snakes.
"Help! What is this!"
"My body... can't move!"
No matter how they struggled and resisted, they could not stop the erosion of the gold.
The golden liquid penetrated into their bodies along their pores and gushed out crazily from their seven orifices.
But in the blink of an eye, each living life was completely assimilated in extreme pain and fear, and turned into golden statues with different postures and distorted expressions.
Obviously, Tesoro's hunting feast has begun!
The whole process lasted a full hour.
An hour later, Grand Tesoro returned to calm again, a deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, Tesoro's voice filled with endless madness and pleasure resounded in every corner.
"Akira Marshal, why don't you come out and take a look at this hunting feast?"
"Hee hee hee hee... hee hee hahaha!"
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Please use love to generate electricity!
There is true love in the world, and one who uses love to generate electricity is also love!
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