"Don't touch him!" Artoris called anxiously when she saw the boxer wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, got up and controlled the fat man again.
"Instead of worrying about this guy, it's better to worry about yourself!" Another boxer came from the side with a ferocious face and kicked Artoris in the stomach, who was subdued on the ground.
"Ahem~" The impact on the abdomen was real, and the opponent's kick was quite cruel.
"This kick is enough. Don't let the mouse that ran onto the stage ruin everyone's enjoyment. However, our boss has no intention of letting go of this little mouse with a sense of justice!" The ethereal voice echoed, like a demon. The whisper made Artolis shiver.
"Copy that." The guy who controlled Artolis seemed to have received some kind of order. After stopping the boxer's wanton behavior with his eyes, he lifted Artolis up.
At this time, she could no longer hope not to be exposed. Seeing that the opponent's measures to suppress her were flawless, Artolis quickly called the Wolf King for support.
"Weak struggle." The warrior explained calmly, and with just a wave of his hand, he easily shattered the contract formation formed in the void with absolute power.
Then he directly hit the stunned Artoris's head on another gambling table nearby: "Just stay here and watch!"
The other party did not take off his hood. It seemed that to them, his identity was not important at all! Artoris gritted her teeth, pressed her chin against the table, and raised her head to look straight ahead. This position was opposite the gambling table where several people were dueling, and she was tied here and could only watch everything that happened in the gambling game and was helpless.
"Miss Vanessa, that's useless." Looking over, his eyes fell on Artolis, neither disappointed nor guilty, the words coming from Joe spoke of powerlessness.
"That's why I have no choice." He shook his head, and then turned his gaze to the fat man opposite him who had been frightened to the point of incontinence.
"Now let's let Miss Messiah, who has the smallest chips, bury this aggrieved loser with her own hands."
"!!!" The next words conveyed by the ethereal voice shocked everyone present.
To kill him! Kill this poor fellow like them! It still has to go through their hands? ! The trembling pupils moved to the timid woman little by little, and she watched with horrified eyes as the boxer handed a dagger to her.
"Why... why... why do you want me to do such a cruel thing?" Looking at the dagger handed to her eyes, the woman's emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"This is the rule. You who participate in this duel have no choice. If you don't want to be eliminated immediately..."
"I...I will do it!" At the moment when she mentioned being disqualified, Artolis saw a flash of determination flash in the woman's eyes.
It was definitely not fear, she seemed to be carrying something, and she was carrying enough strength to support her until now without collapse. I would rather get my hands dirty than give up, risk my life, and with that consciousness, I must win this game no matter what.
"Ahhhhhh~" After failing and failing to save the man, Artoris turned her head away regretfully, unwilling to look directly at the tragic situation. Just listening to the woman's broken voice, like the cold dagger, stabbed into the fat man's lifeless body one after another, and also penetrated deeply into Artolis's heart.
What a humiliation. She could do nothing but watch the two rot and die miserably. Artoris hated her own powerlessness and wanted to believe that she could do something.
"……Time is up."
However, the game continues.
Texas Hold'em requires players to imagine the strength of their opponent's cards, adopt offensive and defensive strategies, and sometimes bluff. This game has a strong psychological warfare aspect.
"Is it broken?" The fat man's body was dragged down. The moment he saw the woman covered in blood returning to her position step by step, with the fear on her face disappearing, Qiao closed her eyes.
If your mind is broken before your body, you won't be able to win.
The battle started again, but two of them had lost their fighting spirit. How can he remain calm after witnessing a fat man die in front of his eyes?
Maybe he will be the next one to become like that. Thinking of the failure that might befall them, both the middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman felt fear from the bottom of their hearts and showed their emotions on their faces.
"A and Q", Joe's hand and the public cards on the field formed the two largest pairs, suppressing the middle-aged man's only one pair of AK, and taking away a large number of chips from his hand.
Now Joe has a total of 24,000 chips in his hand, and no one on the field has more chips than him. The middle-aged woman with the smallest chips has less than 3,000 chips in her hand.
He stabilized his trembling body and held the cards in his hand tightly. The hole cards in the middle-aged woman's hand were 9 and J. Such a combination in the deck was not considered strong at all, and at the moment it was just barely a pair with the three public cards on the field. In a five-player game, the probability of winning with such a hand is quite slim.
The broken woman showed a scary smile and discarded the cards in her hand into the pile. The middle-aged man on the side seemed to have a bad card, so he discarded it immediately.
The middle-aged woman set her sights on Qiao, who was unwilling to give up, and the arrogant young man. Compared to the other contestants, these two contestants could be said to be frighteningly calm. Except for the young man's pupils that were covered by sunglasses, Qiao Moran's eyes alone made it impossible to guess the cards in the opponent's hand.
"What...why did you persist here?" When it was Joe's turn, the middle-aged woman saw him staring at his hand of cards and hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked towards her and asked.
Need to tell him? Is it necessary to tell him? Faced with Qiao's questions, the woman chose to remain silent. Everyone present has a reason to win. If you just talk to the other person, can you really gain the other person's mercy and survive?
No, maybe it’s worth looking forward to.
She has no room for mistakes and is not allowed to accept more failures. If she does not seize this opportunity, she will be the next one to be eliminated. She will fall into the abyss like the dead fat man!
"I...I have a daughter." She squeezed the hem of her skirt with trembling hands, and poured out her misery through gritted teeth with tears in her eyes.
"She is suffering from an epidemic, and treatment requires a lot of money, otherwise she will die. I...can't just watch my flesh and blood leave. She has already lost her father. I don't want her to lose the only thing she has left." I also lost my relatives..." The middle-aged woman's voice trembled, but unlike the fat man's incoherent speech, she really tried her best to convey her difficulties to the other party.
"Is that so..." Qiao's eyes changed after listening to the other party's explanation, and gradually became gentle.
"All In!" He pushed all his chips to the center.
Such a move made the arrogant young man frown. Generally speaking, players would choose to go all-in, which shows that the opponent has absolute confidence in their hand, but this guy in front of him seemed to have other plans.
"Discard!" The current player chooses to go all-in, and subsequent players must choose to follow up. If they do not go all-in, they will give up. This is the rule of the game. And if the player's chips are greater than the amount of other all-in players, then even if the former loses, he will not lose all the chips, but only needs to pay the same amount of chips as the winning player's total chips.
"Now, you have two choices. Choose to believe me, or just discard your cards and continue to the next game. But next time, I will not have this mercy." Looking at the stunned man A middle-aged woman, Qiao tilted her head and said in a soft tone.
