Chapter 333: Punishment of Selling Everything
'Selling everything you have' is a poker game in Xiao Peng's hometown. It requires no brainpower and is full of joy.
The so-called "selling everything" game involves four people using four decks of cards, with three being the smallest and the king being the largest. Each player draws 54 cards. There's only one rule: if you can beat the previous player's card, you must take it!
If the previous player played four small threes, you must play even if you only have four kings! Even if you split the cards, you must play! In short, as long as you can play, you must play. This is what is called "selling everything you have".
It is not uncommon for the game to reach the last two cards of the three-card 'charge' and for the last three to be unable to defeat the opponent.
This way of playing has really not much to do with "using your brain". The only place where you "use your brain" is when everyone plays the cards for the first time after they have drawn a good hand. Other poker games all start with small hands, and it is not uncommon to "sell everything you have" and get four Ks or three Aces. After that, you don't have to use your brain, just play randomly.
The whole room was filled with joy, and the main reason was: there was a punishment for losers!
What is the punishment?
Xiao Peng bought a lot of Chinese snacks at Seven Miles, some of which he bought just for fun, like Death God Rice Crust, Invincible Spicy Strips, Hell Twist, and Super Spicy Sauce. They all tasted like "deathly spicy." The loser of the card game had to pick one of the items and eat it.
But the result made Xiao Peng very dissatisfied.
First, he'd lost so many times, the spiciness so intense he'd drunk several bottles of mineral water. Pascal, on the other hand, had never lost a single time! Walter and Bruch had also lost quite a few times, but after consuming those "punishments," they remained expressionless, as if they were just eating a normal snack.
This shocked Xiao Peng. Walter said smugly, "Spicy isn't a taste sensation, it's a pain sensation. We are soldiers. If we can't endure this kind of pain, what kind of soldiers are we?"
Xiao Peng was speechless after hearing this. Am I proud of myself just because I have never been a soldier?
Well, this is really nothing to be proud of.
Pascal was very curious about Walter's statement: "You said spicy is not a taste?"
Walter nodded and said, "Yeah, think about it, what would it feel like if you put some chili pepper on your butt? Wouldn't it feel hot and spicy? But if you put sugar on it, there would be no sweet feeling. This means that the spicy taste is a pain sensation, not a taste sensation. If your butt could taste, then when you poop, it would feel the same as eating shit."
Pascal's face was filled with black lines: "Walter, do you dare to say anything more disgusting?"
Xiao Peng said, “Walter, I’m even more curious why you want to smear sugar on your buttocks?”
Now it was Walter's turn to look upset.
Bruch gave the answer: "The boss's unit has a 'welcome ceremony' where every new recruit receives greetings from their 'seniors.' When the boss joined the unit, it was time for a field ambush training. One of their very creative seniors came up with a plan: soak his underwear in concentrated sugar water for several days. The boss then wore those underwear while ambush in the field, and his little brother almost got fed to ants."
Xiao Peng and Pascal laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
Walter was not to be outdone: "That's much better than your army's 'welcome ceremony'! I don't know who was scared to tears!"
"Boss!" Bruch's eyes widened. "We agreed not to talk about this anymore! It's been so many years!"
Walter smiled coldly: "Were you happy when you exposed my past just now?"
Bruch said hurriedly: "I'll buy you a drink."
Xiao Peng laughed: "Walter, I'll treat you to a drink, tell me a story and make everyone happy."
Walter said, "It's nothing, actually. When he first joined their unit, they staged a simulated terrorist attack. As he watched his comrades die one by one in front of him, Bruch burst into tears, chanted his parents' names, and shot at the 'terrorists.' Bruch's expression when he realized it was fake was truly captivating."
Xiao Peng blinked after hearing this: "This is not funny. Why do I feel that Bruch deserves respect after hearing this? Isn't that right, Pascal?"
"Ah!" Pascal did not answer him, but screamed directly.
Xiao Peng and the other two quickly looked at Pascal, only to find that they all had dark lines on their faces: Pascal was standing there with a red face, looking painful and struggling.
Looking at the table again, Xiao Peng burst out laughing.
If you don't commit suicide, you won't die! If you commit suicide, who can stop you?
Xiao Peng and the other two had eaten those punishment items before, but Pascal had not. Watching Xiao Peng and the others eat them, he was very curious and wondered what they tasted like.
While Xiao Peng and the others were chatting, Pascal noticed that among the several kinds of "punishments" on the table, only the bottle of "Death Sauce" had not been touched by anyone. So while Xiao Peng and the others were chatting, he opened the bottle of "Death Sauce", scooped a little bit of it and put it in his mouth, and then he became like this.
Xiao Peng was still trying to figure out how to make Pascal accept the punishment after losing, but now, he just ate it himself. "Water... Water... Water..." Pascal opened his mouth wide and fanned himself, while reaching out to Xiao Peng for water.
Xiao Peng handed him the bottle of mineral water, and he gulped it down in one gulp. He then waved to Xiao Peng again, asking for more water. Xiao Peng and his friends had brought a pack of mineral water when they boarded the bus, and he only felt better after downing four bottles in one go.
Pascal looked at Xiao Peng with resentment: "Xiao, if I am guilty, you can accuse me and let the court judge me. Why do you make me endure such torture?"
Xiao Peng suppressed his laughter. "Xiao Pa, this hot sauce is a 'punishment', right? Only the loser in the card game can eat it, right? Did we let you eat it? It was just out of curiosity. Can you blame us for that?"
Pascal was speechless after hearing this. That’s right, he picked it up and ate it himself, what does it have to do with others?
He held it in for a long time and then stretched out his hand to Xiao Peng: "Give me a cigarette!"
"Ah?" Xiao Peng looked at Pascal and asked, "You want to smoke?"
"I need to calm down!" Pascal said, then he reached out and picked up the cigarettes and lighter on the table and walked out of the room.
Xiao Peng couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. "This little Pa, he even went outside to smoke. How much do you think he's going to complain?"
Walter also laughed: "It's really not anyone else's fault."
Xiao Peng stood up and said, "I'll go and comfort him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pascal suddenly broke open the door and returned to the room. The three people followed him in. It seemed that Pascal was pushed in by someone.
The leader didn't know what to say to Xiao Peng and others.
Walter blinked: "Boss, this shouldn't be someone who wants 'their brand' cigarettes, right?"
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