vncnus Chapter 2197-2195 The Final Gamble
Chapter 2197-2195 The Final Gamble
Chapter 2197-2.195 The Final Gamble
By the way, Ellie, the succubus who possessed Dana Barrett, was Constantine's "hybrid" girlfriend from "Constantine," and even helped him get the "Red King's Mark" tattoo on his arm.
The "Red King" is a term used by ancient Western alchemists to refer to sulfur, one of the most commonly used raw materials in alchemy; the opposite is the "White Queen," or mercury. Alchemists believed that sulfur and mercury could transfer energy through fire, creating all things in the world—the process of the Red King and the White Queen combining.
At the end of *Constantine*, Constantine rolls up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his arms and combining two of them, forcing the archangel Gabriel, the mastermind hidden in the shadows, to reveal his true form. Indeed, the "Sign of the Red King," originating from the Alchemist Guild, can reveal hidden monsters.
Yes, it means being able to see through everything invisible.
Consider this: even an archangel as powerful as Gabriel was seen through by the Red King's seal. Could a mere gambler possibly defy the heavens?
"Thud!" With one slash, the other arm was also severed.
To be fair, even a gambling addict has his tricks up his sleeve at the gambling table.
At least on the surface, they are willing to accept defeat.
"Wait a minute!" Even with his hands gone, the gambling addict Han Gil-rang, blinded by losses, still wanted to gamble again.
"What else do you want to bet on?" Dana Barrett, chief executive of Dream Paris, seemed completely unsurprised.
"Gambling..." Han Jilang, a gambling addict who had lost everything, suddenly exerted his strength, forcibly stood up from his seat, and slammed his head against the gambling table.
"Bang!" The impact, with the back arched like a shrimp, was incredibly powerful, causing the gambling table to sink.
The hidden door on the back wall slowly opened. Lying on the Japanese tatami mat, her body exposed and her eyes filled with tears, was none other than Chimi, the top courtesan of the Iron Fire Factory, whom he had been willing to kill and cut off an arm to obtain.
"As expected, once you get something, you don't cherish it anymore." Dana Barrett, the chief executive of Dream Paris, became even more convinced of the nature of humanity.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Han Jilang, a gambling addict who had lost everything, grinned menacingly. "You choose one, whoever loses is mine!"
"What a fickle, tasteless man," said Dana Barrett, CEO of Dream Paris, her voice icy. "For you, everything precious, even things you risk your life to obtain, will ultimately be squandered as gambling money. And you know we can see through all your cheating tricks, yet you still gamble away all the good things you can have. You're hopeless."
"At my gambling table, there are only final winners." Han Jilang, a gambling addict blinded by losses, wouldn't listen: "Isn't life the same? Who cares about the beauty along the way! Do you?"
“Memory is proof of existence.” Dana Barrett, chief executive of Dream Paris, took out a “poison pill”: “Feed it to her, and I’ll bet you.”
"I don't have hands." Han Jilang, a gambling addict who had lost everything, hesitated for a moment.
“Feet will do.” This time it was the succubus Ellie. Two female mobile suits, one with a knack for attracting trouble, the other a seductive enchantress. They added a double dose of fatal attraction to the gambling addict who was blinded by losses.
"Alright!" At this point, he stopped pretending. The gambling addict Han Jilang, who had lost everything, suddenly stretched out two demonic claws formed from malevolent energy, grabbing the poison pill in his palms from a distance. Then, the two demonic hands eerily extended, pinching his chin and forcibly feeding him the poison pill.
He pulled back in an instant. He shook the dice vigorously and slammed them down: "Single or even!"
He was met with a silent gaze.
"Single or even!" Han Jilang, a gambling addict who had lost everything, roared in exasperation.
"What do you think?" Dana Barrett, the chief executive of Dream Paris, suddenly turned her gaze to the ashen-faced courtesan, Chimi.
"Double." Unexpectedly, Yuu-chan Chimi spoke up.
With his teeth grinding, the gambling addict Han Gil-rang suddenly flipped open the dice cup, revealing an even number.
"Why!" Overwhelmed by rage, the gambling addict Han Gil-rang roared like a wild beast at the courtesan Chimi.
“They can see everything.” Yu Nu Qianmei spoke calmly, tears streaming down her face.
"Damn it!" Before the gambling addict Han Jilang could finish speaking, he turned into a puddle of mud and slid all over the ground.
Therefore, the real monster is actually Chimi, the top courtesan of the Iron Fire Field.
"Congratulations, you have a man who would give his life for you." Dana Barrett, the chief executive of Dream Paris, showed no sign of congratulations.
"What did you feed me?" Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Ironfire Arena, asked directly. "A seed capsule," Dana Barrett, the head of Dream Paris, replied honestly. "It's originally one ingredient in 'A Glimpse of the Secret Realm,' but I extracted it separately."
"What's the use?" Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Factory, would definitely ask.
“A sip from the secret realm can save lives,” said Dana Barrett, CEO of DreamPark. “Seed capsules alone would be flawed.”
"So, where is 'A Gourd of Water from the Secret Realm'?" Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Field, wouldn't give up easily.
“Here it is.” The succubus Ellie took out a precious lotus flower.
The radiant Seven Treasures Lotus made Qianmei, the top courtesan of the Iron Fire Arena, drool: "Give it to me."
“Okay.” The succubus Ellie tossed it over without hesitation, as if it were an insignificant stone.
Suddenly, a pair of red eyes appeared from the mud on the gambling table: "Heh heh! Is what she said true?"
“Ah…” Dana Barrett, chief executive of Dream Paris, finally realized: “Life really is a gamble.”
Chimi, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Arena, didn't answer. She simply spat out the poison pill, then gently twisted open the petals to drop the pill inside, before closing them even faster.
“Spiritual energy is indeed a deadly poison for me right now,” Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Arena, murmured to herself. “However…”
"But it can purify the demonic energy that has tainted you," the gambling addict Han Jilang finished speaking for her.
"Mind your own business." Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Market, didn't even glance at him; all her attention was focused on the beautiful lotus in front of her.
"So, what exactly is being gambled on?" The succubus Ellie, who hadn't figured it out yet, asked Wu Chen directly.
"It's a gamble on people's hearts," Wu Chen replied.
"Whose heart is it?" The succubus Ellie still felt she couldn't see clearly.
“Their hearts are intertwined.” Wu Chen explained, “The gambling addict Han Jilang and the courtesan Qianmei are two sides of the same coin. Qianmei bets that Han Jilang is willing to risk everything for her, and Han Jilang bets that Qianmei is willing to risk everything for him.”
"Gambling everything versus betting everything," the succubus Ellie sighed. "Two gamblers, who will be the winner?"
“Qianmei will win.” Wu Chen’s answer was somewhat unexpected.
The entire ironworks fell silent for a moment, everyone waiting for the final gamble.
Even a puddle of mud stopped flowing.
Qianmei, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Factory, tried again and again, but finally gave up: "I don't believe it."
The atmosphere froze briefly, and then a puddle of mud suddenly began to bubble.
At the same time, bubbles began to appear on the face of Chimi, the top courtesan at the Iron Fire Factory.
Just as she was about to be swallowed by the foam, the mud suddenly stretched out its last claw and stuffed Baolian into the mouth of the pleasure maiden Qianmei.
Obediently swallowing Baolian, Qianmei, the top courtesan of the Iron Fire Market, laughed sadly: "Ah, my husband, I still won."
"..." The mud twitched and died.
“He’d rather lose the bet he won than not protect you.” Dana Barrett, chief executive of Dream Paris, had already seen through it all: “You won.”
Then, changing the subject, he said, "But there's no reward."