Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

"I guess the score for this round is two, Bella, do you believe it?"

Ron's fingers slid across the delicate black silk, and the girl's charm happened to be stuck on his key point. He felt a little uncomfortable being suppressed, so he pushed forward to adjust the position.

But Bella obviously misunderstood Ron's meaning. She blushed and moved her face and said, "Of course I believe you. I believe everything you say."

"Ah!"

Byron, who was standing by, sneered in his heart when he heard this. Through their conversation, he had already regarded Bella as a stupid woman who was bewitched by Ron.

If it were that easy to guess, the casino would have gone bankrupt long ago.

"Buy out, Lord Byron, are you sure you want to choose three?" asked the dealer.

Byron stole a glance at Ron and replied, "Of course!"

The dealer nodded and opened the dice cup: "The result is two points. Lord Byron, you lose a gold coin."

Byron's pupils shrank suddenly: "How is it possible!"

Is it luck or something else?

Bella jumped deliberately: "What about this time? What time do you want to bet on this time?"

"12 point."

Ron held Bella down to prevent her from moving. The feeling of the girl rubbing against him was extremely difficult for him.

Even though there were several layers of cloth between the two of them, he could still clearly feel the beauty of the girl.

It was a tit-for-tat battle, a spear against a shield. If it weren't for the long distance and the high mountains, Ron would definitely have picked up his gun and mounted his horse to fight to the death.

Unable to reach his destination, he had to keep kneading Bella's thighs. At least the feel of her stockings and beautiful legs was unbeatable.

"Okay, I listen to you."

Bella put one arm around Ron's neck and threw the gold coins into the 12 o'clock area with the other hand. After that, she turned around and kissed Ron on the corner of his mouth.

She didn't care about the bet or winning or losing, she cared about being with Ron.

From the moment he agreed to help her get revenge, Bella's heart could no longer have room for any extra thoughts.

If the conditions were not right, she would definitely drag Ron to spend day and night with him.

"I bet on six."

Byron thought for a moment and threw a gold coin into the six o'clock column.

After a short process, the dealer revealed the answer: "I'm sorry, Lord Byron, the points are 12, you lost one gold coin, and this lady won 24 gold coins."

Byron: "..."

He began to doubt his life. It was too unreasonable for Ron to guess correctly twice in a row.

Before he could figure it out, Ron's voice rang out again: "Bet on six this time."

Byron hesitated for a while before saying, "I will remain the same."

High EQ: Stay the same

Low EQ: Following the crowd

He suspected that Ron had figured out the rules of the casino. If that was true, he could also drink some soup with him, and he would be able to accept the loss even if he lost.

There are ten gold coins left, and there is still a glimmer of hope of making a profit.

However, the result of the third round of lottery was the same as Ron said, exactly six points, and Byron and Bella each earned 24 points.

Such unusual movements naturally attracted a lot of people's attention, and many people had to focus their attention on the gambling table.

Byron wasn't the only one who wanted to follow suit.

Facing the expectant eyes of the gamblers, Ron slowly wrote a word on Bella's thigh: "Ten"

Bella, who successfully received the message, threw a gold coin out: "I bet on ten."

Byron followed suit and placed his bets in silence.

"I bet on ten too!"

"Count me in."

"I'll give it a try. One gold coin isn't much anyway."

"..."

The number of people following the trend increased exponentially, and this corner of Happy Pavilion suddenly became lively.

Ron curled his lips when he noticed the sight hiding in the dark. The fish was hooked.

Chapter 92: Want to start a game?

There are six people at a table, one dealer and five gamblers.

Although the betting limit for each round was one gold coin, Ron won every round.

After several rounds, the dealer lost hundreds of gold coins, the value of which was equivalent to a small house on the outskirts of the royal city.

It may not look like much, but its high price makes it something that ordinary people cannot afford in their lifetime.

The supervisor of the Happy Pavilion saw this scene and immediately came forward with an old dealer who had several fingers broken: "Madea, since you are not feeling well, go down and have a rest. I will approve a month's leave for you, and you don't have to come for the next month."

The implication is that she was fired.

He thought there was something wrong with the dealer, otherwise how could Ron win every time.

As the supervisor, all he had to do was to get rid of the problematic dealer and bring the game back under control.

In his opinion, whether winning or losing all the time will affect the reputation of the casino, because this confirms the fact that the casino can manipulate the gambling game, which is a blow to the reputation of Happy Pavilion.

Facing the supervisor's expulsion, the dealer controlled by Ron replied calmly: "I'm not tired, my body is not unwell, I can still continue to work."

"If I say you're tired, then you're tired. Don't make me say it a second time, okay?" Supervisor Bart's face darkened.

"Okay, I'll leave."

The hypnotized dealer hesitated for a moment and turned away from the gambling table.

So Manager Bart pushed the old dealer with the broken finger out contentedly and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing everyone's fun, but exploiting employees is not the tradition of Happy Pavilion. As the manager of Happy Pavilion, I should consider the health of my employees.

This is a place that brings joy to everyone, and I hope everyone can enjoy it.”

The old dealer he brought with him was a famous master in the casino. Not only had his own strength reached the fourth level, but his gambling skills were also extremely superb.

Many people have tried to challenge him, but all of them have ended up in failure.

Some wise people waved their hands and said, "Manager Bart, you are joking. We are here just to have fun. How can we get angry over such a small matter?"

After that, the man took the gold coins he won and left the gambling table.

The others hesitated for a while and then followed that man away from the gambling table. They knew that it was okay to win a little money, but if they continued they would definitely offend Happy Pavilion.

And offending the Happy Pavilion means offending the Third Prince, which is not worth it.

So the only ones left at the gambling table were the dealer, Ron and Byron.

Ron came here to have fun and stir up trouble, while Byron was only thinking about making his money back.

Under Ron's guidance, Bella made a corresponding suggestion: "A bet of one gold coin is bound to make people sleepy. Can Director Bart increase the gold coin limit to one hundred?"

Manager Bart did not answer directly. He first looked at the old dealer, and when he saw the old dealer nod slightly, he smiled and replied, "Of course, no problem. The core concept of Happy Court is to meet the needs of customers. As long as it is something we can do, we will definitely work hard to do it.

But I don't know if Lord Byron has any objection. If not, we can start right away."

"me..."

When asked, Byron was undecided for a moment. The gold coins he had could only support him for one round. If he lost, he would have to return to the one-gold coin gambling table to slowly recover his money.

Feeling the mockery in everyone's eyes, he felt his cheeks getting hot.

How to do?

Should I continue to believe in my enemy Ron, or should I quit while I am ahead and reduce my losses?

Ron blatantly fanned the flames and said, "Sir Byron, do you want to be a hero for one second or a coward for the rest of your life?"

Byron gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Of course I won't back down. For me, one hundred gold coins is just a drop in the bucket.

As a newly crowned earl, I have money, lots of money!"

"a wise decision."

Ron pushed all the gold coins to Bella and said, "Let's get started. The rest of the decision will be left to you."

Bella didn't react when she heard this, but Byron jumped up suddenly. He stared at Ron in disbelief, not understanding the point of his doing this.

Could it be that I was sold out the moment I turned around?

Manager Bart laughed and stood aside: "Then I wish you all good fortune and success."

In his opinion, this was clearly a sign of Ron's cowardice. Otherwise, why would Ron hand over the power of life and death to a girl who knew nothing?

He took a closer look and found that the girl was only at level three at most. With such a level, there was no way she could see through the old dealer's tricks.

Ron half-jokingly said to the old dealer: "Old man, I hope you can be gentler and give more water."

The old dealer's eyes changed for a while and he slowly said, "Sure."

The power of hypnosis can always be implanted in people inadvertently. The old dealer became Ron's puppet without realizing it.

The old dealer shook the dice cup for a while, and then pushed it to the center of the gambling table: "You two, you can place your bets now."

Bella hugged Ron's hand and said, "Is this really okay?"

"Believe in yourself, I'm always behind you, right?" Ron pinched Bella's cheek.

Bella took a deep breath and pushed the gold coin to the 2 column: "I bet on ."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the pressure fell on Byron, and cold sweat kept coming out of his back.

"Five, I bet on five."

Not believing Bella, he pushed out a hundred gold coins.

"I'm sorry, Lord Byron, the numbers on the dice are one and one."

The old dealer quickly opened the dice cup and displayed the number of points on the dice in front of everyone.

Byron: “!!!”

Director Bart: “!!!”

The former slid under the table with a clang, and the feeling of losing it again made him extremely desperate.

The latter gave Bart a questioning look.

Bella, who had understood something, glanced at the old dealer with a meaningful look and said, "I made 2400 gold coins in just one round. Thank you for showing mercy, old man."

Old dealer: "Luck has nothing to do with me."

Director Bart: "..."

"Sir Byron, are you going to continue gambling? If you are short of money, I can lend it to you."

Ron ignored the eye contact between the old dealer and Supervisor Bart and locked his eyes on Byron.

Byron looked up with a look of doubt: "Are you really so kind?"

Ron smiled and pushed a hundred gold coins in front of Byron: "I said I just want to win more, do you believe it?"

Byron: “What do you mean?”

"I can let you win money with me, but the condition is that you must give me 70% of the money you win. How about this proposal? I think you win."

Ron's attitude was very casual, and during the conversation he even lifted Bella's chin and played with it.

It's soft and smooth, and it smells sweet when you kiss it.

The people here were too weak and posed no challenge to Ron. He could stir up chaos at any time if he wanted to, overthrowing the casino and even the entire Happy Street.

In his perception, the strongest person here was only at level six, and his mental strength was less than 300, too weak to be looked at.

The most interesting thing has to be a certain sight hidden in the dark, a qualified hypnotic subject with epic quality.

He glanced calmly at the second floor of the casino, and suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of a few strands of fluttering hair.