Chapter 371: Red-faced Monkey and the Ghost-faced Old Man

Seeing Xia Yu picking up the chip he had won and preparing to leave, the short man felt a little anxious, but the more anxious he was, the less he could show it on his face.

"If you want to leave, of course you can. But don't you want to win a little more?" The short man tried to keep his tone calm and said to Xia Yu.

"No... no need."

Xia Yu continued to pretend to be timid, then really picked up the chips he had won and stood up, without any sign of reluctance.

Seeing that Xia Yu was really leaving, the short man felt helpless and could only pretend to be carefree: "Congratulations, you made a small profit. You see, one million is so easy to earn. It may take you several years or even decades to earn it outside."

"Thank you...I...I won't gamble anymore."

After Xia Yu finished speaking, he turned and left the gambling table.

Seeing this scene, the short man was filled with anger, but he couldn't show it on his face. He had done everything he could, and if he still couldn't lure Xia Yu into the trap, he had no other choice.

Few people can resist this temptation, but it does exist.

If all gamblers were like Xia Yu, able to withdraw after making a small win, they would not fall into the trap carefully woven by the casino.

But how many people can resist the temptation of getting rich instantly?

Human greed is always endless. Even if one can temporarily resist temporary temptation, as time goes by, desire and greed will eventually corrode one's will.

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Watching Xia Yu leave, the short man's eyes flickered. He felt a little aggrieved at losing a chip in vain, but he quickly calmed himself down and went to look for his next target.

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The scene that just happened between Xia Yu and the short man was not noticeable in the huge gambling hall, or it could be said that it was happening every moment.

Only half an hour had passed, and more than a few dozen contestants had lost all their chips and coins, and left the gambling hall with defeated faces.

"No...no. I'll bet again!" The roar coming from the gambling hall instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The person who spoke was a man wearing a red monkey mask. Unlike the other people in the casino who were dressed in formal attire, he was wearing a thin, low-quality T-shirt and jeans that had been washed so much that they turned white.

"You no longer have any bargaining chips." Standing opposite him was a white-haired old man. Although his face was covered by a mask, it was not difficult to tell that he was rather old, and his voice had the hoarseness that is unique to the elderly.

The old man was wearing a ghost mask, was lame, and was leaning on a tiger-head cane, staring at the young man opposite him.

“Please give me one more chance, and I’ll bet everything I have with you.” The young man in the red monkey mask knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man in front of him.

Blood continued to ooze from his forehead.

"What else do you have to bet now?" The old man with a ghost face smiled under his mask and asked the young man who was kowtowing.

"Anything is fine. You can take my life. I can give you anything. I can even give you all my Pokémon." The young man who was forced into a desperate situation kowtowed and begged the old man with a grimace.

"Your Pokémon?" The man with the ghost face laughed contemptuously: "People like you may not even have a lord-level Pokémon, how much is it worth, and how much is your life worth?"

"Even if you count your cornea, kidneys, heart and all the organs that can be transplanted, they are only worth one chip at most. Do you want to gamble?" The grimace old man smiled and looked at the young man on the ground.

"You have to think carefully. If you lose to me, your life will be mine."

The old man's voice attracted the attention of everyone present, but no one spoke out to stop him. Instead, they stood silently by, and many people even raised their glasses of champagne and watched the scene with interest.

Gamblers don't deserve sympathy.

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The old man's words made the man in the red monkey mask kneeling on the ground fall into silence. Sweat kept oozing out of his forehead, but at this moment he had been forced into a desperate situation. Rather than returning empty-handed, he would rather die in this gambling game.

The red-faced monkey masked man made up his mind, raised his head and looked up at the ghost-faced old man and said, "Let me...bet with you."

"Okay." The old man nodded, seemingly not surprised by the result. He then asked the casino staff to prepare the contract and handed it to the red-faced monkey masked man in front of him: "Sign and put your fingerprints on it, and I will play another round with you."

Looking at the contract and pen handed over to him, the red-faced monkey-masked man sat on the ground with a dazed look on his face, but then he gritted his teeth, signed his name directly, and pressed his fingerprint.

Xia Yu on the side frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the casino would actually offer this kind of contract. And looking at the skilled look of the staff around him, it seemed that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.

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"What are you gambling?"

"Let's play finger-guessing."

"Finger-guessing?" The old man with a ghost face was a little surprised. He had not expected this. "This is rare, but it's OK."

As they talked, the two walked towards the free area, found a table for playing finger-guessing, and sat down. Then the dealer next to them handed each of them three cards.

【Rock】【Scissors】【Paper】

There is a small card slot on the gambling table in front of the two people, which can just accommodate one of the cards.

When the game starts, two people can put one of the cards into the card slot, and then press the confirm button, and no more changes can be made.

The final result will be determined by the rules of rock>scissors, scissors>paper, paper>rock.

This is the simplest gamble that everyone knows how to make, but because of the expensive stakes, everyone feels unprecedented excitement.

The red-faced monkey masked man looked extremely nervous at this moment. He had already bet everything he had and had no way back. He had to win.

The three cards in his hand determine his fate.

One thought leads to heaven, one thought leads to hell.

The red-faced monkey masked man kept taking deep breaths to relieve his anxiety. Then he closed his eyes and began to quickly cut the three cards in his hand.

After cutting the cards several times in a row, the red-faced monkey masked man suddenly opened his eyes, took out a card from the three cards, and put it directly into the card slot without even looking at it.

In this life-and-death gamble, he chose to leave his fate to unknown luck and selected one of the cards in a completely random way.

"cloth."

Although the red-faced monkey-masked man did not see what the card was, Xia Yu, who was standing next to him, saw it clearly through his superpowers.

The man with the red face and monkey mask chose cloth.

The corners of the ghost-faced man's mouth curled up slightly under the mask. Unlike the red-faced monkey-masked man who picked cards randomly, he looked at the three cards in his hand carefully, then pulled out a pair of scissors and slowly put them in.

Coincidence? Or did he really know the hidden card of the red-faced monkey masked man?

Looking at this scene, Xia Yu was slightly surprised and frowned slightly.

He looked at the confident look of the old man with a grimace and felt that this was not a coincidence.