Set the clock back to one hour ago.
Luke looked up at Hell Hotel who was emitting thick smoke and dark 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 man 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 continue to flock in."
Luke swept over with "All-Seeing Eye" in "Book of the Vishanti" and looked at the two security guards guarding the door.
Under the human skin, there is a ferocious body filled with Hellfire 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 is in line with Howard's taste."
Luke Suddenly remembered something very serious.
According to what Alessandro said, Howard walked into Hell Hotel and never came out again.
He preconceptionally believed that Mephisto had conspired.
But to change the way of thinking, old pornographic batches like Howard may also be squeezed dry by the succubus.
He was in a state of exhaustion where he was running out of ammunition and food, his legs were weak, and he couldn't walk.
After thinking about it carefully, Luke actually felt that this possibility was extremely high.
After all, Howard has even fucked the female Vampires, so he has a very mixed taste.
"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 attracted.
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 Hell Hotel."
The waiter who exchanged the chips read the written lines and said expressionlessly, "Guest, everything you need can be obtained at Hell Hotel."
"But the premise is that you have to give your soul to win one game after another."
Luke pursed his lips, Mephisto is also a wizard.
Using the soul chip + casino model, a circulation system has been built.
It seems that the old devil has become proficient in various ways of cutting leeks during the years he has been wandering around the world.
What kind of devil securities company, hell lending company - the advertising slogans have been thought out: no threshold borrowing, guaranteed lowest interest, and no violent collection.
"Can I go to the gambling table if I don't have any chips?"
Luke glanced at the scale that weighed the 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, and they also represent different values.
"Wow, there is actually a one-thousand-year pledge contract."
Luke shouted exaggeratedly, the old devil was still ruthless enough in cutting leeks.
If anyone thinks this is just a game, sign this pledge contract.
Once he loses all his soul chips, he will work in vain for Mephisto for a thousand years, and he will never be able to rest in peace in this life.
"I want to sign for a thousand years."
Luke took out the pledge contract and signed it without hesitation - Sorcerer Supreme's name.
This kind of contract is binding, so it's better to use the Ancient One as a shield.
Anyway, Sorcerer Supreme should be very experienced in refusing collections 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 what's 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."
Hashim, pretending to be a gambler, glanced at the chips in Luke's tray and smiled coldly.
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.
From big to small, there are almost ten types of cards.
The largest is the Royal Flush, and smaller ones include three of a kind, two pairs, one pair, and so on.
Texas Hold'em competes in calculating card types 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 bets crazily and put pressure on their opponents.
There are also some veterans who are very good at using the "bluffing" method.
Talk loudly and act arrogantly,
Use this kind of performance to scare your opponents away from following the bet, or become suspicious, to achieve the ultimate goal.
Hashim was once the re-elected Champion of the World Poker Competition. He is proficient in various playing methods of poker, including bridge, stud, Twenty-One and so on.
Texas Hold'em is his specialty. His innate talent for card reading allows this guy to form the most suitable card type every round and successfully win the opponent's chips.
Since the soul fell into hell and lost its freedom.
Hashim endured the scorching heat, the smell of sulfur, and the chirping inferior demons every day.
Hell is not a nice place.
Otherwise, why would those devils, devils, and even Mephisto himself come to the human world and wander around for nothing?
It was not until the establishment of Hell Hotel that Hashim, 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 aspects of poker.
In just a few days, Hashim has bankrupted dozens of customers, lost all their soul chips, and become slaves of Hell Lord.
In short, his performance is very good.
Until Hashim met the bastard sitting across from him, a young human who had won thirty-two games in a row!
"You definitely cheated!"
Hashim was incompetent and furious, and the veins on his forehead burst out.
The protruding eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes stared straight at the spread out card 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 cheeks were thin, like a drug addict's, and it felt like his brain was going 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 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 flexed 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! Hell Hotel always welcomes 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 can't wait to stick her body to Luke.
Hell Hotel also has 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 benefits like social animals.
"Wait! I can bet again!"
Hashim thought of his performance and bonus, with a ruthless look on his face.
"I could bet my soul on it!"