The air was a little quiet, and everyone subconsciously held their breath. This was a rare and lively atmosphere.

A regular customer on this ship may know that the man with a bare breast and exposed breasts in front of him seemed unruly, but in fact he was also unruly. He was an old gambling ghost on this ship and had a close relationship with the captain who was invisible to see the head and tail. It can even be said directly that he was the captain's man.

For those who are new to the casino, it is not known whether it is the lucky or unfortunate of Sith's fortune or the misfortune of being targeted by such a guy. To be honest, Sith gives the guests a good sense. If conditions permit, they don't mind pulling him. Of course, the premise is that conditions permit.

It seems that offending the mysterious captain for him was not within the scope of the conditions.

Slap sex!

The man's eyes kept staring at the Sith for a moment, clapped his hands, and there was a little contempt hidden in his eyes.

He thought he was hiding well, but in front of the Sith, all his small movements were so ridiculous, like a naive clown.

"Come here, come and get a pair of plaques. This is the largest sea casino in the Arctic Ocean. I'm sorry for the tickets if I don't gamble twice, young master!"

He grinned slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised high, and his restless right hand kept rubbing the buttocks of the woman beside him, patting her, and saying so.

The perverts and gambling men around them looked a little eager, and they licked their lips, but some were looking at the woman in his arms, while others were staring at the card table intently.

The Sith sighed softly, shook his head, and watched all this coldly.

When a person is deeply trapped in the abyss of gambling and sacrificing and begins to indulge himself completely, there may be only a thread between the world and hell, humans and the devil.

As for drugs, well, the Sith dares to guarantee that even Satan in hell would not be willing to take in such incomplete souls.

"What do you want to bet with me? Since it's gambling, what do you want me to put on the gambling table?"

Sith's expression was still gentle, just as a man's provocation could not touch his heart at all, but it was true that humans always felt particularly tolerant of monkeys.

The man spread his body behind his back and hugged the beautiful woman on both sides of the sofa, with a look on his face that Sith could not describe, greed, contempt, and hostility. He looked like an energetic hyena. He wanted to bite a gap on whatever he caught.

"Let me do not lack money or women, I just bet on how about the cane in your hand? Although it is a bit extravagant to scratch the ruby, I do lack a itch now."

The man has a vicious vision. He has been walking in the casino for many years and can only estimate the value of the cane at a glance. It's worth a lot?

No, of course not, for a work of art of that level, it is really a shame to measure its value with money.

Huge rubies, delicately carved staff, a work of art from the European 16th century?

I really don’t know which young master is who can use this kind of thing that is completely called a family heirloom as daily necessities. It’s luxurious, no, it’s simply a destruction and slander of art.

He knew that the Sith had an extraordinary origin, but he was just ordered to act. In his eyes, who had grown up with the captain since childhood, no one was older than the captain except the heads of state, even if the person in front of him was a prince of a certain king.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Sith seemed a little surprised, his cane whirled in his hands like a soul, and his head tilted, "You actually want it, no longer consider it. If you pay, I can buy a ship easily!"

"No, I want it." The man raised his head, stared at Sith's face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You won't dare, right? My young master, my spine is very itchy, and I'm almost itchy."

Sith's eyes narrowed, and there was a gloom deep in his pupils that ordinary people could not see.

In fact, it’s not that humans are not tolerant enough. It’s because the monkey is too provoked. Why should we snatch it from him? Isn’t it better to live in the jungle obediently?

"What do you want to bet?" Sith's voice gradually lowered, along with the temperature in the hall.

"Those damn guys, how did you turn the temperature of the air conditioner so low?"

The curse of women came from the crowd, but they were not ladies. On this ship, ladies did not exist. There were only those with ulterior motives, gamblers, poor people, people who were having fun, and sluts.

Dong!

A thumb-sized green gem was thrown on the table.

"Hey, the king of emerald, is an emerald enough?"

"Not enough!" The Sith's eyes gradually began to become unkind.

The gradually suppressed air makes men irritable.

"Tao, what a troublesome guy, then how about these two women?"

He pushed the woman in his arms out.

There was still horror and surprise on their faces. They did not want to be treated as goods delivered to the gambling table. Once a person loses his qualifications and identity as a human being, it would be difficult to pick it up again.

They have seen those who were used for trading, and the look of their eyes was like they were dead.

"I said it, it's not enough, did you hear it?"

Sith's face changed drastically. Even Sophia, who was far away, felt the coldness from her bones. Compared to her, it was the real polar glacier.

The nun slowly raised her head, her pupils shrank slightly, and her eyeballs pounded up and down in her eye sockets.

That amazing murderous aura was something she had never seen before in Vahilisha, the leader of the White Book.

The man's body shook like a sieve, and cold sweat filled his forehead to his neck. This time he seemed to have really kicked it to the iron plate.

"What do you...you want?"

His voice trembled a little, and he wiped the sweat beads with a silk squid in his right hand, which seemed to make him feel a little better.

"Tell me, anything that can be worth equal."

Sith looked down at the cane and knocked it on his hand. His face became faster than reading the book. Was he communicating with the cane?

"This person wants to bet on you with me, Elizabeth, what do you want? Oh, you want his life, yes, I'll win it right away!"

The Sith's voice whirled in the sky, and the temperature in the entire hall became cold.

Talking to the cane, this person is indeed a lunatic, right?

Everyone below wiped the sweat from their foreheads together, and even if they were knowledgeable, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

"No, no, no, no, no, how could I bet with you..."

"Don't you?"
Chapter completed!