The event Oba Haruhiko was talking about was a party held by a group of so-called upper-class nobles.
The venue is a cruise ship at sea.
All participants took a boat to the cruise ship by themselves, bringing their own masks or wearing masks and black cloaks issued by the organizer.
Everyone wears different masks to cover their faces.
It seems that after covering the human face, he can transform into a beast as much as he wants.
Shuji Tsushima also wore a pure white mask that covered his entire face. The eyes were made of single-sided glass. He could see the outside from the inside, but there was only darkness when looking outside.
He wore a white wig and a white suit.
There was some padding stuffed into the clothes to make him look no longer sickly and thin.
Haruhiko Oba wore a black suit, a silver half-face mask, a black cloak, and a hood.
In fact, he doesn't need to make too many disguises, he just needs to abandon the wheelchair.
"It really looks like a cult is holding a strange ritual..." Tsushima Shuji looked around at the figures wearing black cloaks and hoods and complained.
"After all, it is mainly about mystery." Haruhiko Oba, who walks quite soundly, said with a chuckle.
The interior decoration of the cruise ship is magnificent and luxurious.
It has its own tennis courts, football fields, gyms, shopping malls, basketball courts and outdoor swimming pools and other facilities.
It has all the services you can enjoy on land.
It has more than 3,000 service personnel.
It can receive more than 7,000 guests at the same time.
Drifting on the sea all year round, even the necessary resources are delivered by other ships.
This cruise ship never docks.
Because of its size and perfection, it is also known as the sea country Ivitsus.
There are many gamblers and drunkards who spend a lot of money.
Of course, for some regular customers, the dark business behind closed doors is the highlight.
No-limits life-or-death bets and...
But no one reached out to take care of it.
Waiters and bunny girls wearing animal masks stood at the entrance to greet guests.
As long as there is money, this ship will accept anyone who comes.
The most famous industry on the ship, which is known as a maritime country, is naturally gambling.
Shuji Tsushima carried a suitcase and went straight to the gaming table.
Haruhiko Oba shook his head and walked towards the other side.
The gaming table was already crowded with spectators.
The man in the center is wearing a baggy suit with his chest and abdomen exposed.
The mask was crookedly fastened on his head, and he held a bunny girl in one hand, with ambiguous red lip marks all over his face and neck.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the crowd that couldn't squeeze in, and suddenly had a good idea.
"Give me a little, give me a little..." The arrogant voice sounded young.
"Let me in..." The white-haired boy wearing a white mask staggered into the crowd holding a tray of golden chips.
A few chips would fall from time to time, but he didn't bother to look down.
The onlookers gave way to him.
"Pa—" He placed the tray on the gambling table, wiped his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief as if he was tired.
A waiter immediately brought him a chair.
He sat down as if it were a matter of course, grabbed a handful of chips and gave them to the waiter.
"Help me drag that suitcase over here." His tone was arrogant, showing the frivolity of a young man.
"Yes." The waiter dragged his black suitcase over.
"What are you playing? How about adding me?" The young man's tone was light and natural, very self-centered.
The boy with white hair, white mask and white suit sat on the chair, stretched out his hand and pushed the chips.
"It's just a simple guess, this guest." The dealer wearing a white mask with red snake tattoos said.
"Of course you are more than welcome to join us."
"Hmm..." The boy pondered, tapping his white-gloved hand on the table.
Then he pushed a handful of chips into a big position.
"I guess big." He said confidently.
Everyone followed suit and placed their bets.
"I'm stressed too."
"Xiao, I'll bet on Xiao."
The carefree-looking man on the other side snorted softly and pushed the row of chips in front of him onto the top.
"A small gamble will make you happy, a big gamble..." The white-haired boy glanced at him.
"It's hurting you, uncle." He said in a faint tone.
"Adults don't lack this kind of money." The man raised his lips indifferently.
Shuji Tsushima: You were not like this before.
He obviously doesn't even want to buy clothes.
Now it's time to put it on.
I really want to see with my own eyes the scene of you losing all your money, being stripped clean and thrown out.
…
"Lost again..."
"That boy..."
There are more and more people watching around the gambling table.
The white-haired boy had lost all the chips in his hand.
He opened the suitcase nonchalantly.
Revealing a chest of gold.
"Go on." He said casually.
It’s that person’s money anyway~
Lose, lose, lose everything~
Set a small goal and lose a billion first~
"Young man, you must know when enough is enough." The man on the side reminded.
Being stripped naked and thrown out at a young age is not a glorious thing.
"What? Are you going to stop making such a small amount of money?" The young man said in an arrogant and mocking tone.
"okok... As long as you're happy." The man raised his hand in a bored gesture of compromise.
"Tsk." The young man clicked his tongue impatiently.
If you bother me again, I will really make you lose until you are stripped clean and thrown out.
The croupier fiddled with the headset twice.
The young man pushed a pile of gold above the big characters.
Everyone pressed on the small print.
After the previous situation, they had already seen it.
As long as you bet against this boy, you will definitely win.
Someone has piled all their chips on the fine print.
Waiting for the results with bated breath.
The result is open.
"It's big." The dealer said calmly.
"hateful……"
"Damn..." Everyone looked excited.
"Guest, you win." The croupier said.
The white-haired boy couldn't see the joy of winning.
Looking at the chips piled up in front of him, he impatiently pushed them all onto the big table.
"Go ahead, go all-in."
Seeing this, the people around him thought about it, and most of them followed him.
A small number of people followed suit.
As soon as the results come out.
Still big.
"Won again..."
"This kid...could it be that his fortune has turned around?" someone thought.
Everyone couldn't help but think to themselves as they looked at the chips that were once again placed in front of each other.
At this moment, the other party's table and suitcase were full of gold jewelry and chips.
The white-haired boy didn't seem to realize that he was lucky, and was stunned for a moment.
"I'll bet big this time." He once again pushed all the chips in front of him to the big word.
At this time, the onlookers followed him and placed their bets.
The result is natural.
"Won again..." Someone looked at the young man and whispered.
There are several big ones in a row.
A waiter brought the other party a glass of champagne.
The boy took the champagne and suddenly stood up.
He jumped onto the gambling table in a few seconds.
"I'm very happy today, winning so many times."
"So, these are given to you as a meeting gift."
He said, lifting the suitcase and pouring out the gold jewelry and chips inside.
"I wish you all a good time." He threw the empty suitcase away.
Ran away from the frantic crowd.
This kind of continuous winning seems to be a secret operation by the dealer.
It was obviously the one who informed.
There is no need to continue playing.
He had no intention of winning a bunch of money back.
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