Blackjack

"Mr. Joseph, your Quirk is Enhancement Type, you may enter directly. Mirko," the waiter respectfully handed the boarding pass to Jilan.

Jilan walked around to the back of the camera-like device, which displayed a human figure outlined in white lines, with blue light covering the entire model.

Seeing that Jilan was interested, the waiter explained, "Mr. Joseph, it's like this: Alien Type and Enhancement Type Quirk will emit a blue glow on the surface of the mannequin. For example, a man with a tail will only have a blue glow on his tail on the mannequin, while a person whose body has been enhanced will have a blue glow on the enhanced parts. Your Quirk should be able to enhance your entire body, so your whole body is blue. Just by looking at a person's appearance and the color of the mannequin on the machine, it's easy to determine a person's Quirk type."

"What if it's Superpower Type?" Jilan asked with interest.

"The model of a person with Superpower Type Quirk won't emit any blue light, but this device can see through the joint of each person's little toe to determine if they possess Quirk. This allows us to distinguish between Quirk individuals and those with Superpower Type Quirk."

Some scientists have discovered that the joint on the little toe is not used by humans. If this joint is missing, it indicates that the person has a hidden Quirk. However, if a person still has the joint, it is highly likely that the person is a Quirk individual.

While this classification method is somewhat simplistic and crude, it applies to the vast majority of people in the world, boasting an accuracy rate of 99%. It can be used to form a simple inference to determine whether someone possesses Quirk. (35xs)

"Interesting," Jilan said with a smile. "May I leave now?"

"Of course, you can come and go freely whenever you use the casino afterward by simply showing your boarding pass." The waiter bowed and guided Jilan out of the small room.

Jilan turned her head and saw her current appearance in the mirror at the front door.

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow-brown short-sleeved shirt and trousers had several wrinkles on his face, and his gray beard could not hide the shrewdness in his eyes. He wore a classic American cowboy hat and looked like an old but still unruly cowboy, or an archaeologist with a great interest in everything.

Now, Jilan's name is Joseph Joestar.

This was a disguise that Jilan had prepared long ago. He used Hamon to change his voice, making it sound old, so that no one would suspect that the man with this appearance was actually a young man in disguise.

"Sir, to make up for the time you've wasted, we'll give you $100 in chips." The waiter took four chips from the counter and handed them to Jilan. "Each chip is $25. Have fun."

This was something Jilan hadn't expected. Were they really going to give away chips for free just to keep the customers happy?

Seeing Jilan's somewhat stunned expression, the waiter muttered softly, "Anyway, they'll lose everything in no time."

"What did you say?" Jilan didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, sir. Have a good time." The waiter bowed to Jilan again and left the scene.

"Are you really going to gamble? It's 1 a. m., and the press conference doesn't start for another hour and a half. It wouldn't hurt to play around for a while in the meantime, would it?"

Jilan shrugged and walked towards the gambling table.

The Dark Shadow new product launch event is at 2:30 AM tonight, and Jilan arrived so early because she wanted to observe the scene.

The casino has no clocks, no windows, and is brightly lit all day, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. Many people spend a lot of time and money here, becoming addicted to gambling.

Jilan turned her head and glanced at the tightly closed mahogany door, the part of the casino that was not open to ordinary gamblers, and also the place where the press conference was about to be held.

A man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of Jilan, sweat beading on his forehead. He nervously stared at the playing cards in his hand, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Hit!"

The dealer brought him a card, and he shakily lifted it up, looked at it, slammed his fist on the table in frustration, and threw the card away.

Jilan glanced at his cards: a 5 face up, a jack face down, and an 8 he received last. Clearly, the last card he received had blown his hand.

The blonde girl with a bun sitting opposite him had an ace up front. She grinned and revealed her face-down card, a 3. She stood up, gathered her chips in front of her, and said with a smile, "Uncle, I'll take this money!"

"Sigh!" The man stood up wearily, glanced longingly at the chips held in front of the girl, and left with heavy steps.

He's lost all his money and has no value staying here anymore.

Jilan sighed as she watched his retreating figure. That's how casinos are—one thought can lead to heaven or hell. If he hadn't taken the cards, he would have been the winner.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

"Did someone lose everything again?" The girl scratched her head helplessly, looked around at the people, and her eyes gleamed with a fanatical light. "Is there anyone else who wants to bet with me?"

Those around her, seeing the girl with chips piled up like a small mountain, all took a step back and shook their heads in fear.

Are you kidding me? Don't you have enough money? This girl has already beaten more than a dozen people in a row. They don't want to become the next victim in her impressive record.

"As expected, I've won too many times; no one dares to bet with me anymore?"

The girl glanced around disappointedly, but her eyes lit up when she saw Jilan new face. She waved and called out to him, "Grandpa, look over here!"

"Grandpa?" Jilan paused for a moment before realizing he was being addressed. She smiled wryly to herself and turned her head away; this was the first time she'd ever been addressed like that.

"Hi girl, are you calling me?" Jilan coughed.

Seeing Jilan turn her head away, the girl excitedly asked, "Grandpa, would you like to make a bet with me?"

A bet?

This table is playing Jack, also known as 21. The rules are very simple: whoever gets closer to 21 wins. It's probably the simplest and easiest poker game to understand.

Jilan glanced at the mountain of chips on the other person's table, silently took out four chips given to her by the waiter from her pocket, and said with a smile, "Girl, are you tempted?"

He only had four chips, but he wouldn't mind if the other party wanted to gamble with him, since they were practically free.

The girl's expression shifted visibly from excitement to disappointment, and she shouted without hesitation, "Grandpa, so poor!"

That's a very blunt remark.

As a brave man mustered the courage to gamble with the girl, Jilan had already arrived at a corner of the casino, where rows of slot machines were set up. Many people like Jilan, who didn't have many chips, came here hoping to win big with a small investment and have a stroke of luck to take home the grand prize.

But most people can only throw their remaining chips into the prize pool for nothing.

Jilan sat down in front of an empty slot machine, inserted chips, and, seeing that no one was around, placed her palm on the machine.

"Silver Hamon Overdrive!"

Jilan gave a soft shout, and silver Hamon appeared in her hand. They spread through the metal and quickly entered the machine's interior. The three rows of patterns displayed above the machine's screen in front of Jilan soon began to rotate!

Jilan smiled slightly and pulled down the handle.