Looking at Sean lying on the ground, the gambler Jock excitedly put on a boxing stance and pumped his fist several times, as if he had just used his fist to cleanly kill his opponent: "It feels good!"
Catherine's eyes were cold at this time. She realized that she could not get out of the undercurrent street. She put her hand on the "God of Drama" pendant on her chest - she was ready to fight to the death.
She gritted her teeth secretly: Even if she was going to die, she would take Jiao Ke away.
Unaware of the approaching danger, Jock leaned over and began to wrap his arms around the chips in front of him, enjoying the wails of the soul coming from the chips.
The onlookers began to disperse, and quite a few human gamblers looked at Sean's body with expressions of sadness and loss.
Catherine, who was about to use magic, suddenly noticed that Jock, who was leaning over the chips, stopped moving. There was an obvious look of astonishment on his face.
She also heard the sound and turned to look at Sean's body.
Sean's "remains" slowly sat up and patted the ashes on his body.
Under everyone's silent gaze, Sean, who had lost his heart, stood up with some difficulty and sat back down in his seat.
"Xiao... Sean?" Catherine's eyes widened, "How, how..."
Sean touched his chest, took a few breaths, and raised his hand to indicate that he would talk later.
Jock slowly straightened up from his pile of chips. He stared at Sean's chest with utter confusion and shock on his face.
He knew that the tough dealer had taken away Sean's heart, but at this moment, there was still something beating in Sean's chest.
"Damn, what is that? He has two hearts?!" This was beyond his understanding.
The defeated enemy stood up again, which made his face that had repeatedly shown various emotions... reveal real emotions for the first time.
"Let's go on - hell doesn't seem to welcome me." Sean picked up the wine glass in hand and drank it in one gulp. He opened the collar of his tie, as if he planned to fight forever, "This time, I pledge my soul."
Jock sat back down in his seat with a livid face. He was desperately resisting the emotions he had not seen for a long time: "It's useless for you to pledge anything! Even if you pledge anything, you will still lose to me!"
This time, the dealer's silence became longer. She seemed lost in her thoughts as she weighed the value of Sean's soul.
After an obviously too long silence, she spoke: "The soul of this explorer is worth nine hundred and ninety-nine chips."
The entire tavern let out an exclamation.
Even the oldest gambler has never heard of anyone whose soul can be exchanged for so many chips!
Weighing the value of the collateral is a ritual, and the Iron Dealer doesn't understand why Sean's soul has such value. She just reads out the result of the ritual.
"999 chips?" Sean smiled palely, looking directly into his opponent's eyes that already looked shaken, "It turns out that my chips have always been more than yours."
Sean had some doubts in his heart that this number was not the true value of a "soul with divine roots".
999 pieces is just the upper limit for this exchange ceremony.
Although this is somewhat unfair to Sean, there is no other way.
Like an evil ghost coming back from hell, he suddenly slapped the table, making all the chips jump: "Let's deal the cards!"
The game continues.
However, Catherine found that one thing had changed - Jock's expression.
At this moment, the gambler couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. He was shocked by Sean's return. There was a wavering in his heart, and this wavering made him no longer able to fully control his emotions.
What was even more obvious was that Jock, who had been saying all kinds of witticisms to anger Sean, now just stared at Sean gloomily without saying a word.
After both parties bet more than a hundred chips and all the river cards appeared.
Sean suddenly stood up and pushed all the chips he had mortgaged through his soul into the pool: "All in!"
The whole place was in an uproar, and some evil spirits could not suppress their excitement and let out a low roar.
The bar behind the bar and the old gentleman standing outside the pub all straightened up at this moment - even they wanted to know what would happen next.
After seeing Sean's behavior, Jock stood up suddenly as if he was irritated. Just as he was about to yell something, his expression twisted and his lips pursed for a while. It seemed that he had finally controlled his emotions and turned around. And sneered: "Okay, are you fooling around in the gambling game?!
"You want to mess with my mood through this trick, and then let me lose this dice to you, right?!"
Jock only had more than 300 chips in front of him and could not bet equally.
Sean shook his head and said coldly: "I don't want that thing...
"The additional bet I ask you to make is: first, return my heart and properly restore its function.
"Second, you stop the Finks outside the door for me and ensure that our group can leave the Undercurrent Street safely...
"On the premise of ensuring that we leave, you, Evil Spirit Jock, let go of all resentment and obsession, consciously dissipate from this world, and re-enter the spiritual ring."
"Finally... let the souls of Frank's wife and children return to their respective bodies - you are playing tricks on him, I know.
"My excess chips are enough to claim these bets, right?"
After hearing the last bet requested by Sean, his eyes behind the round sunglasses were first shocked, then slightly red, and then his vision became blurred...
"No matter what the outcome is, thank you, Sean..." The man whose body was still gradually decaying thought silently in his heart.
The stakes that Sean pushed out were indeed astonishingly high.
However, there was something humiliating about the equal bet he asked for, requiring Jock to end his own life...
However, Jock seemed to have lost part of his mind, and he laughed wildly: "Enough, of course it is enough!
"I, Jock, am not so proud as to think how valuable my soul is!
"It's just that you clearly have the advantage now, but the bet you require is too shallow and too cheap... What a pity!"
Jock's expression was twisted, and his eyes fell on the two cards in front of Sean, with their backs facing up: "Oh my god, Sean, what cards are you holding?!
“Do you want to win back everything you lost through this card?!
"You are such a crazy gambler, a crazier gambler than me!"
Jock was taunting and shouting like crazy.
Catherine, who is good at observing words and expressions, discovered something unusual: before, Jock didn't talk so much nonsense before placing a bet - he seemed to be stalling for time...
He is hesitating!
Although he also got a good hand of cards, he was a little scared!
He is afraid of Sean now and the trump card in Sean's hand!
Jock's eyes were fixed on Sean, and the gambler leaned down, as if he wanted to push all the chips in front of him into the gambling pool...
He stared at the eyes behind the mask of the Unknown Sea, which were clearly shining but seemed to have no emotion.
He's trying to read if Sean is bluffing...
However, this poker player who has grown up in the gambling game just now is like a god at the moment, without revealing any information!
Jock's movements froze, and he did not push down the chips. After a moment, he straightened up, his expression falling into confusion.
Hidden deep in his soul, some memories that seemed like a lifetime ago were awakened, causing him to fall into huge hesitation.
If he were alive, he would definitely follow the bet... But after experiencing those things, he realized that he should turn the ship around in time before the biggest storm came...
Suddenly, the gambler no longer wants to follow the bet.
Before Jock could give up, Sean spoke up: "What's wrong...what's wrong? Daisy Ritchie's ex-husband, Mr. Peter Ritchie! Are you afraid? Are you afraid of losing to me?"
The gambler's originally calm eyes were like a ghost that was suddenly pulled into the sun, like a boat that was suddenly hit by a storm...
Suddenly he fell into extreme panic and chaos!
Sean put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and the thick fog in the unknown sea was billowing, as if it was the celestial sign of an approaching storm: "You lost in the life-betting game before your death, and you were shot in the head... "Shaun nodded his forehead. At the same position, there was the deep bullet hole in Jock's forehead...
"Aggrieved, you did not enter the reincarnation of the spiritual ring. Your soul has stagnated in this putrid and dirty street. You changed your name and will always play this stupid game with people in this smelly tavern. , to prove that you are really the strongest poker player in the world, to prove that you cannot lose in gambling...
“So, now, in this bet where the stakes are too high, you are reminded of that fiasco again, and you don’t dare to follow the bet anymore, right?
"Mr. Peter Ritchie?"
Sean's voice is low and steady...
In Jock's ears, Sean's voice was full of ridicule and disdain.
The strongest poker player stood stunned for a few seconds, and then began to roar. He seemed to be completely angered, and his image became extremely ferocious and terrifying. The resentment all over his body condensed into black energy and rose up on him. Compared with Before, he looked more like an evil spirit at this moment!
"Jock," that is, Peter Ritchie, pushed all the chips into the pool, and his roar became inhuman: "I bet! I bet!
"I won't lose to you! You bug!
"I will win back everything you have and make you suffer forever..."
Jock's skin and fingers became decayed, becoming like a long-rotted corpse. His eyes turned completely black, and the air around him seemed to be polluted and full of impurities.
At this moment, Jock was like the most terrifying evil spirit, pointing at Sean and uttering the most vicious curse...
"Then," Sean nodded slightly amid the storm of resentment. "Let's play the cards, Mr. Gambler."
