Chapter 502

On both sides of the palace corridor are neatly placed a complete heavy armor, which is obviously the owner's valuable collection.

The decoration on the wall, the murals on the dome, and even the smooth marble patterns on the ground exude a luxurious and ancient atmosphere.

Yang Qiu and Satan walked through the corridor. At the door stood two people in black robes dressed like them, with black masks on their faces.

No one spoke in the whole process. Two people in black robes and black masks directly pushed open the heavy door. Behind the door was a large round table hall. In front of the huge conference table, more than 30 people with gold masks had been sitting quietly.

After entering, two black masked people holding a strange instrument carefully scanned the mask on Yang Qiu's face, and then said coldly:

"Please sit down."

In order to keep it a secret, the guy who spoke actually installed a voice transformer on his throat. The sound sounded like an electronic sound.

The other black masked man quickly brought up a flannelette tray. In the tray, there were two tags with the same number. Obviously, this is the symbol of identity.

Yang Qiu took the tag from Satan and looked at it. The number on it was 37, and Satan's was also 37.

Although separated by the mask, Yang Qiu can still see all kinds of eyes from the eyes of these thirty masked guys through the eyes on the mask.

Everyone was silent. Behind each gold faced man, there was a bodyguard with a silver mask. The atmosphere became very dignified.

As time passed, there was not even a mouthful of water to drink at the round table, but no one spoke.

After sitting like this for more than an hour, no one came out to say hello. Everyone here is still motionless.

Yang Qiu and Satan are not different from ordinary people.

Satan is the descendant of Griffith himself. Only an expert in Mahayana can detect his breath. As for Yang Qiu, he is no longer a monk. The chaotic body allows him to be an ordinary person at any time.

Another hour later, finally, three people in black robes and masks came out of the gate at the other end:

"Everyone, I'm the principal of this gambling game. Please get up and follow me."

Everyone got up slowly, still no one made a sound, only the rustling friction of clothes sounded.

Yang Qiu walked at the end, quickly exchanged eyes with Satan, and then followed the team into another hall.

Through the main hall, the party began to walk towards a downward ladder. After walking this ladder, Yang Qiu saw a square, cold and thick basement.

The basement is completely stacked with huge black stones. The walls and floors are polished very smoothly. There are bright and soft lights on the walls and dome, so that the whole hall has no shadow.

The person in charge of the team went to the front high platform and raised his hands. Everyone's eyes gathered in the past. The person in charge even wore black gloves on his hands, wrapped tightly all over, and could not see a trace of skin. His eyes exposed outside even wore discolored camouflage contact lenses.

Yang Qiu could see this guy's face.

A white man in his forties, with a wide forehead, straight, some Eagle hooks and thin lips, was obviously a fickle guy.

"Everyone, I believe you all know the rules of gambling. Two hours, whether win or lose, it will end in two hours. The top ten winners will draw 20% of the winning amount as the fee. Now, please start."

As soon as the voice of the principal fell, the main hall seemed to have doubled. On the other side, there were all kinds of gambling tables, and around the main hall were resting sofas and all kinds of wine.

It turns out that the underground hall makes full use of the lighting and human visual errors. You only need to turn on all the lights to find that there is a hole in it.

Different from the empty space here, half of the main hall with gambling tables is covered with black carpets on the ground, and the walls are matted. Obviously, this is to eliminate all possibilities of cheating.

Yang Qiu glanced over and was secretly surprised that he had found a unique gambling tool in China.

Mahjong!

Yang Qiu couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the 36 gold masked people in front were no longer the silence and indifference before. Everyone went to the rest area to pick up a glass of wine, and then they made an appointment to start gambling.

Yang Qiu couldn't help nodding.

Sure enough, this kind of gambling is a little interesting.

A huge cross was embroidered on the back of the man in black, but in the center of the cross was a bright rose.

This rose is simply weird. After one look, people can't help but have another look, and then it will stimulate the bottom of their heart with a strong excitement and desire.

Sure enough, there are ghosts.

Yang Qiu's heart also gradually understood that there must be mysterious forces behind the rose cross, not as Satan said. As for whether Satan is deceiving him, it is absolutely not.

The last time Satan came to this gambling game, he came in disguised as someone else's bodyguard. At that time, he was just an ordinary person. Naturally, he would not find the strangeness of the cross.

Yang Qiu is also secretly surprised. Yang Qiu has personally felt how airtight the whole process is. Satan is really the king of killers. Sneaking in is not a problem for himself, but Satan was just an ordinary person before.

The gambling here is simply a sight for Yang qiutan.

Two gold masked people on Yang Qiu's right hand, one of them holding a glass of wine gently touched the other and said softly:

"Would you like to gamble with me? How about two? "

The other nodded slowly and asked:

"What are you betting on?"

The gold masked man who put forward the bet seemed to smile slightly and said faintly:

"Let's bet on the weight of our bodyguards. I put forward the bet. You have priority."

Yang Qiu was shocked.

Two points is 200 million, 200 million US dollars. How can you gamble with such a simple way?

At the same time, several other blonde masked people naturally came up.

A bodyguard came out behind the two gold masked gamblers. He was covered in a wide black robe. He couldn't see his physique at all, and his height was the same.

The two bodyguards came together slowly. The blonde masked man who took the bet nodded slowly and said:

"Whoever is heavy will lose!"