The day Moonlight and Winnie entertained Sean at home. At the dining table, Moonlight got up and went to the bathroom.
His wife, Winnie 1902, drew up her chair and sat closer to Sean.
She stretched out her slender hand, placed it on the back of Sean's hand, and said with a smile: "Sean, Moonlight hasn't had many friends since she got off the ship.
Winnie's eyes brightened as she smiled: "With his way, he can make a friend like you, that's really a blessing from the Holy Father."
Sean and Winnie both laughed. Moonlight sneezed in the bathroom.
Mrs. 1902's eyes turned serious, and she held Sean's hand: "Sean... I heard Moonlight talk about the secret exploration work...
Her eyes flickered: "Actually...actually, every time he goes on a mission, I worry about his safety.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter if you tear a few clothes.
"I'm just complaining to remind him to pay attention to safety..."
She sighed, "It would be great if he could change his job. It's a pity that he doesn't want to - he loves this as much as he loves playing the piano..."
Sean still remembers the sparkle in her eyes: "Sean, you are a good person, and I can feel that you are different from others inside.
"Moonlight is like a child sometimes, making mistakes and making mistakes...
"I'm so worried that he won't be able to come back one day..."
"Promise me, if one day he is in danger, please help him get out of trouble, okay?"
At this moment, Sean, who was sitting at the gaming table, nodded again as he did that day.
The moment the gambler Jock increased his strength on his hand, Sean stood up, and the vicious piercing blade was already pressed against Jock's chest: "Stop. The next moment his breathing stops, that's when I will drive you away."
Jock's attention turned to Sean: "What qualifications do you have to tell me this?"
Sean slowly tapped the empty tabletop in front of him: "Have I not already swallowed the bitter pill of peeking at the cards?"
Jock sneered, quite excited about Sean's embarrassment, and threw the fainted Moonlight on the ground.
Jiao Ke smiled fiercely: "Those who cheat will lose everything without exception!"
"You are right." Sean met Jock's gaze, "So in the next gambling game, I will fight you openly.
"I think you also hope that our bet will come to an end, don't you?"
Jock frowned his already drooping brows: "The result? What other result is there? Isn't it the result now? - You have lost all your chips, what else do you have?"
Sean laughed miserably. He knew that Jock knew that he would not take risks. But now he had a reason to force himself to say those words.
Sean has no way out: "I still have my heart to bet on."
Catherine suddenly grabbed Sean's arm and pulled him over: "Sean, are you crazy?!"
Sean stared at Catherine, his eyes were numb from despair or from the last resort of calmness: "Do we have any other choice?
Sean pointed at Moonlight: "I want to win Moonlight's life back."
He pointed to Finks who was still waiting outside the door: "I still want to give us a way out."
"You'll die if you don't gamble anyway, why not give it a try?"
Catherine's hands dropped.
Sean turned around and walked to the gambling table: "I mortgage my heart."
The iron-faced dealer nodded and was silent for a moment: "The explorer's heart is worth ten chips."
Jock thoroughly enjoyed the card game in front of him. He put his booted feet on the table and whistled: "The price is quite high. You must have a strong heart."
Ten chips were placed in Sean's hand. If he loses them all, he will lose his organs just like Henry and those poor gang members.
"By the way, why don't you just mortgage your soul?" Jock reminded, "Without your heart, you will die anyway. In this undercurrent street, your soul can't escape. Will it change?" Aren’t my chips all the same?”
Sean shook his head: "My soul is my bottom line."
"Okay," Jock muttered, "I can't stop you from being stupid. Deal the cards."
More than three hundred chips versus ten chips.
Even in the same situation, Sean has almost no chance of winning.
The smart gamblers present all realized that the explorer wearing a fog mask had lost his mind and lost his ability to weigh the situation...
"This is a fatal situation..." Frank, who was watching from the sidelines, actually couldn't bear to watch anymore. He didn't leave just out of respect for Sean.
Although the situation was so dangerous that there was almost no hope, Sean's poker skills were not affected.
He played every game to the extreme.
Every time you look at cards, place a bet, or make a decision, you are constantly digesting what you have learned from the peak gambling game just now.
In the process, he gradually realized a truth: there may indeed be the "strongest" poker player in the world. But there is no "sure-win" poker game.
Sean knew that Jock was not wearing the dice that could change his luck - he was actually expecting someone to beat him.
Since the game is ongoing, it is still not a hopeless situation.
Sean's poker skills continue to improve in a short period of time...
Jock's eyes also calmed down - he found that Mr. Misty in front of him seemed to have a better understanding of Texas Hold'em than Henry, the poker man who just lost his eyes and lost everything.
Outside the door, there was a powerful presence, still waiting with a cane. The slave owner Finks remained motionless and seemed to be watching Sean's final game.
Slowly, Sean won from ten chips to more than thirty.
Some punters on the sidelines were already exclaiming.
Jiao Ke sat up straight, with a smile on his lips: "You are getting better and better.
“It would be great if you had more chips now.
"Perhaps I will enjoy a poker match that will make my already cold heart tremble again...
"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot you were about to lose your heart. I really shouldn't have made such a vicious joke."
An evil smile appeared on the corner of Jiao Ke's mouth...
Next, Sean's good luck came to an end.
He played as tight as possible, but Jock didn't give him a chance. He used his chip advantage to constantly pressure Sean to take risks.
And if you keep taking risks, you will make mistakes...
Sean's chips began to decrease sharply again.
In the end, the miracle did not happen, and Sean lost with only three chips in his hand.
"Catherine, I'm sorry." Sean threw the last three chips he exchanged for his heart into the gambling pool, "I don't know how you are going to clean up this mess...
"But, I can only go so far." Sean's voice was steady and he didn't look back.
After the cards were drawn, Sean lost. The only three chips left left him.
Frank and Catherine both closed their eyes.
"This is the time to cash in..." the ruthless voice of the iron-faced dealer sounded.
When the time came to hand over his heart, Sean leaned back in pain and moved his lips slightly: "Aaliyah..."
He leaned tightly against the back of the chair, his whole body twitching with severe pain.
He lowered his gaze and watched his bright red heart beating in the air not far in front of him.
He didn't expect that one day he would be able to see his heart with his own eyes...
After this, Sean fell to the ground without breathing.
