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In the residential area of the 21st century, in a normal two-room house, a skinny youth with his hair dyed green was backing away in fear. In the end, his back was only pressed against the cold wall.

The ice-cold feeling from the wall made the young man calm down. He stared at the two men in black and forgot the fear he had just now.

"In any case, the left and the right will die. I'm afraid of them, f * cking afraid of them!" Thinking about this point, the youth raised his head and asked the two of them, "Who the hell are you?"

Standing in front of the young man were two men in black, who looked like death gods. It was impossible to see their faces and ages. The clothing of these two men were extremely strange. Their entire bodies emitted an aura as if they were creatures that did not belong to this world. And this was indeed the case, because these two people had suddenly walked out from the youth's mural.

Gradually, one of the two men that were staring at the young man slowly lifted up his palms. What was even more frightening was that this pair of hands, which should have been made by a human, actually shone with a metallic luster under the illumination of the sun.

The two of them, who were like gods of death, completely ignored the young man's fearless questioning. In the blink of an eye, their hands had already pierced deep into the young man's throat.

"Ah!

An absolutely miserable cry resounded throughout the two rooms. However, the youth's body miraculously did not leave behind a single drop of blood. However, the two men in black immediately began whispering to each other before hurriedly returning to the frescoes and disappearing from the room.

However, at the next moment, the youth who had already closed his eyes suddenly opened them. He stomped on the ground and stood up.

Just as the youth stood up and before he could clearly see what was happening in front of him, he heard a burst of unpleasant curses: "What are you shouting for! And I thought you were f * cking asleep! "

Under this curse, the young man suddenly woke up. When he heard the commotion, his eyes were immediately attracted by the emerald green table that should not have appeared before him. He subconsciously looked around.

He saw that the surroundings were brightly lit. There were blue or green chips piled up around the gambling table, surrounded by a group of people. They held their chips in their hands as they stared at the gambling table, shouting at the top of their lungs. Especially around the gambling table where he stood, there were many gamblers watching the show. With a quick glance, he could tell that there were more than half of the gamblers in the casino.

After a long while, the young man who was completely confused was filled with disbelief in his heart: "Here …" This is a casino? But I'm at home, and I've already been killed, haven't I? "

However, just as the youth was in a daze, he heard an impatient voice, "You want to scare me with a Suo Ha? You're still young. I have the same red flower in my hand. Show me your cards. I don't believe that your cards are the same with the spades!"

The somewhat dazed young man didn't pay attention to the person who spoke and instead subconsciously swept his gaze over him. Looking at his body that did not even belong to him and his strange attire, another bunch of question marks filled up the young man's head.

But at the same time, this also made the youth realize that he was not dead yet. After coming to this conclusion, the young man could feel his train of thoughts becoming clearer and clearer.

Seeing how the youth was so absent-minded, the other party was clearly annoyed, "What are you doing? If you don't open your cards soon, then I will win!"

He was once again awoken by the loud noise, especially when the hubbub of the casino caused him to be so agitated that he wanted to beat someone up.

However, before he could fully understand the situation, the youth wisely chose not to take action. He suppressed his irritation and subconsciously shifted his gaze to the table in front of him.

There were five cards on the table, four cards facing up. The cards were of different sizes, but they were all the same color as spades.

Among the hooligans, the gamblers were almost 90%. The young man, who was no exception, was immediately captivated by the ruckus in front of him. The doubts he had a moment ago were immediately thrown to the back of his mind.

The young man slowly sat down and looked at the pile of chips in front of him. Finally, he extended his hands towards the card in his hand. For some reason, his hands had become as tender as a 15-16 year old child's hands.

Slowly, the young man's fingers touched his trump card. His originally chaotic heart instantly started to throb with passion, forgetting everything. What lay before his eyes was only this trump card that he had placed in front of his hands.

The young man, who had already forgotten his identity and even forgot how he came here, slowly raised a corner of his trump card under the burning gazes of countless people.

"Spades …" "Spade!"

In the instant that the youth's finger moved, waves of shouts suddenly rang out from the originally noisy but messy casino. The gamblers that were originally lingering at the other gambling tables also moved towards the youth.

At that instant, even those who were impatient a moment ago stopped their clamoring and stared tightly at the young man's hands. After all, the final card would determine the ownership of the hill-like chips in front of them.

Slowly, the young man turned over a third of the cards on the right side, and a group with the queen painted on it came into view. At this moment, the youth could clearly feel his heart beating rapidly, as if it was about to fly out of his throat.

"Hu!"

The young man took a deep breath to ease the tension in his heart. This was because he knew that as long as he slightly pushed his trembling hand to the left due to his excitement, he would be able to see the beauty of this card.

Feeling that the adjustment was almost complete, the young man exerted force with his left hand and a deep red color appeared before him. That's right, it was the crimson red. This was the deepest red that the youth had ever seen since he was born. It was even a thousand times redder than the scarlet blood.

"Don't play with me like that!" My first big bet made me lose everything? " Perhaps it was out of instinct, but the young man suddenly put down the peach Q in his hand, blankly staring at the small mountain of chips in front of him.