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[Quick Transmigration with two male leads, cool and sweet] [Both strong, both clean, 1v1]
Prisoner No. 001 of the Heavenly Realm, Si Jin, due ...
Mo Linyuan, ever the husband, raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't go back on your word."
Mo Linyuan is the BOSS of the Infinite World.
Once he opened his mouth, the gambling den owner was completely at a loss.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and withdraw ten million in cash.
Four bodyguards, each over 180cm tall, carried out four large boxes.
Despite the pain, she sent Si Jin into the casino.
Only then did he have the courage to rush back to his room to treat his wounds.
When I returned after dealing with the situation, the gambling had already begun.
A bet of ten million is also known as a life-or-death game because players have to bet their lives and money together.
If you lose the bet, you'll lose not only the ten million you worked so hard for, but also your life.
There were only two people at the gambling table.
It was Si Jin and another fair-skinned boy wearing thick glasses.
This betting game is called "Blackjack".
The rules are the same as a deck of cards, with A to K corresponding to points 1 to 13. Players take turns drawing cards, and the player whose total is closest to 21 wins.
If the total points exceed 21, it is considered a bust, which means defeat and losing money.
It's quick and easy to play.
One game decides life or death.
The casino owner acts as the dealer, shuffling and dealing the cards.
Mo Linyuan and the shopkeeper watched from the side.
However, in the first round, the gambling den owner deliberately tampered with the cards, causing Si Jin to overdraw his hand.
Si Jin didn't seem to mind at all; he acted as if he didn't know anything and asked for three cards in a row.
Three Jacks together make 33.
A score exceeding 21 is automatically considered a failure.
Amidst the excited and thrilled gaze of the gambling den owner, the handsome young man casually placed three Jacks on the table.
He shrugged indifferently: "I lost, here's the money."
This reaction left the casino owner speechless.
The boss has seen too many people who lose at gambling. When faced with death, they either feel resentful, cry loudly, commit suicide, or simply fight to the death and kill their opponents first.
This is the first time I've seen someone so calm.
He suddenly admired Si Jin's courage and felt it was a real pity that helping the shopkeeper cheat and causing his death was such a waste.
But rules are rules, and in this gambling den, the authority of the boss and manager cannot be challenged.
Since Ming Sijin was blind and provoked the wrong person, the only option is to kill him as a warning to others.
The moment he saw the score, the shopkeeper grinned from ear to ear, laughing so hard he almost fell over.
Very good!
Now, that bastard who dared to ride roughshod over him is finally going to hell!
We should open a bottle of wine to celebrate tonight.
Ignoring Si Jin, the shopkeeper immediately shouted at the bespectacled man opposite him, "What are you still standing there for? You've won! Quickly take away the life force he's pressing down on the glass container on the table, and you'll have a chance to be reborn!"
"Take your prize now! Hurry up!"
The bespectacled man opposite paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he couldn't bear to kill someone like that.
But in order to save his life, he hesitated and reached out.
Unexpectedly, halfway through reaching out, Si Jin advised, "It's alright, just take it. Anyway, I'm betting on the gambling den owner's life. He's killed countless people; he deserves to die."
"There's no need to feel guilty."
Upon hearing this, the bespectacled man's expression changed, and he suddenly sped up, snatching the glass container that held life from beside Si Jin and swallowing it almost greedily.
His eyes were filled with the smug satisfaction of avenging his great enemy.
In that instant, the gambling den owner's face turned black, his skin shrank, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Struggling incessantly, a withered hand desperately pulled at Si Jin's ankle, gritting its teeth in resentment.
"You bitch! When did you take my life?!"