Chapter 888: Win or Lose (Part 1)

Just when thousands of people stood in the field and stared at each other, Stafford suddenly woke up and said aloud: "So, did I lose?"

His voice is very calm. Compared with his silly look just now, or the arrogance and madness before, his voice now is obviously calmer and more normal, or it can't be said to be calm anymore. Use the word "cold". More suitable.

"Fortunately, today is really fast!" Bian Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, took off a bell from his waist, jingled it in front of Stafford, and said sternly: "When a person is about to die, his words are good! Stafford, you Are there any unfulfilled wishes? Are there any heirs to carry out? Are there any grievances that have not been repaid?”

The bell is very broken and the sound it makes is quite clear.

Everyone: "."

What's the situation? Does it mean that everything from entry to burial to salvation is arranged for you in one step?

The "I" language barrier seems to have disappeared. Stafford said without emotion: "No wishes, no heirs, no grudges, grudges? What does it matter if I kill someone or be killed?"

He could do it, but Bianxiu couldn't. Bianxiu hurriedly borrowed a translator.

"Yeah. That's it."

Confused.

In fact, the side show has nothing to say and is short of words.

The current situation usually only occurs when you have a professional counterpart. He has never personally given away such a thing before. It was all cultivated by "seniors" and heard about it. The sideshow doesn't even know what Stafford is.

Living person?

His ability is not so effective on living people!

dead?

He was still panting, and his pulse was beating more steadily than the drumbeat!

Boom~

The half-moon-shaped building of the Colosseum collapsed, leaving a huge gap. Stafford turned his eyes and suddenly became very excited: "My people! What is going on? You despicable guys!"

Outside the Colosseum, it was dark and filled with empty islands and people from the base. The tens or hundreds of thousands of people Stafford had left outside had long since been hunted down.

Let’s not talk about whether he is despicable or not. Stafford, who was previously blinded by greed and profit, completely thought that it was no accident that his skills were a guarantee. But with hundreds of thousands of people like him here in plain sight, how could he not launch a blitzkrieg? Are you waiting for the Soviet winter?

No one said anything, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Fortunately, Stafford was only excited for a moment, and the emotion in his eyes gradually decreased, returning to the empty look before. He first looked at the side show, and then looked around the Colosseum, talking in his sleep. He said slowly: "I saw a very warm light. I thought it was time for me to leave. It's strange. People like me should go to hell. Why? It's so comfortable!"

Many people present heard this sudden scream and shuddered for no reason.

It is difficult to describe this short pronunciation in words, but it can make the elites of these violent institutions who are used to seeing life and death and fighting in blood all day feel horrified.

silence.

It sounds very mysterious and suffocating to say, but it was the last word "ah" that suddenly made everyone lose their excitement for victory. Even the series of prompts that were refreshed on the personal interface were only glanced at briefly.

With the death of Stafford, the collapse of the Colosseum intensified, and it was soon completely separated from Wild Island and turned into a ruined ruins of the ancient Colosseum.

Several big gamblers who participated in this gambling activity happily began to divide the spoils.

Theoretically, there should be 8 types of items to be allocated on the prayer interface: Sky Island, Bloodline Ability, Destiny Coin, Destiny Servant, as well as vitality, soul strength, martial arts roots, and the Colosseum.

The rules of the Colosseum are very interesting. Each of the 8 people comes up with a condition to raise the bet. This decision represents everyone in the field, so everything on the gambling table should be *8008 copies. The winner gets back the bet. Then eat the remaining 4004 portions.

In fact it is not the case

Banker, player, loser, and win must all be separated and calculated separately!

As the four away bettors who passively joined the Colosseum and were the winners, namely Rao Qifang, Li Leisi, Li Cang, and Bian Xiu, each of them could only get 20% of their respective bets.

Xian: What you gamble, you get back.

This content has nothing to do with anyone else, and the same goes for those who are also the winners. It is only valid for four people. It can be said that borrowing money to lay eggs is very outrageous. I will use everyone's life as a bet to make a bet with others. , but the proceeds are my own.

Let's not consider anything else, just talk about the vitality of Li Cang's injection.

If he wins, all members of the opponent's team will die suddenly, and what he gets is the sum of the opponent's 4004 people's vitality * 0.2; if he loses, all his own people will die suddenly, and the four Staffords will get the sum of their own's 4004 people's vitality * 0.2.

Don't ask where the remaining 0.8 is. Just think that you were used by the little coin guy as a handling fee and let him go.

Of course, the four players on Stafford's side can actually be regarded as only Stafford.

The so-called empty islands, bloodline abilities, destiny coins, and destiny servants that Stafford raised are actually the bottom bets set by the dealer for everyone.

If no one on Li Cang's side raises the bet and wins, the ante bet is what the player can distribute equally according to 1/4004.

But if they raise and lose, the four Staffords, the dealer, can get 0.2 of all 4 ante bets and 0.2 of 4 raises, and then distribute the remaining 0.8 ante bet to their 4,000 people. Of course, the 0.8 raise is still a release or handling fee.

Banker: The ante raises, I want them all.

That’s right, the rules of the Colosseum are so unreasonable. The banker wins and the banker loses, the player wins and the player loses, and the bottom bet is raised. The actual gains and losses are completely different. The banker loses the least, and the banker wins and the whole field wins the most.

In the long run, it can be said that as long as Stafford can maintain a winning rate of more than 40% and plunder along the way, he will definitely have a "bright" future. It’s a pity that they met the wrong person at the wrong time. They couldn’t afford to offend, but they had to offend the small one, which would mess up their big plans. The gap between their appetite and business level was too big, and they were directly taken away by four raises before they could develop.

After listening to Bian Xiu, he began to doubt his life.

"This, isn't this a black banker? That is to say, if we don't raise the bet, we can only share the most basic bet equally? But if he wins, he can take all 20% by himself? Oh, and then divide 0.8 of the four bets equally among his subordinates?"

"Well, Xiu'er, don't think too much." Li Cang hesitated, "How about you take a look at your Colosseum first?"

"Huh? What the hell!"

Life force, soul strength, martial arts root, Colosseum, the first three bets are very metaphysical, and the last one is very practical, but the problem lies here - what form should 0.2 Colosseum take?

A "wow" and a series of "fuck" say it all.