I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

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

Regular customers on this ship may know that the topless man in front of him seems to be bohemian, but in fact he is also bohemian. He is an old gambler on this ship, and has a thousand-year relationship with the captain who never sees the end of the dragon. Inextricably linked, it can even be said directly that he is the captain's man.

For those who are new to the casino, it is not known whether it is Sith's luck or misfortune to be targeted by such a guy. To be honest, Sith gives guests a very good sense. If conditions permit, they will not I don't mind giving him a hand, of course, if conditions permit.

And offending the mysterious captain for him didn't seem to be within the scope of the conditions.

clap clap clap!

The man's eyes were fixed on Sith for a moment, and he clapped his hands, with a little contempt hidden in his eyes.

He thought he was hiding well, but in front of the Sith, all his little actions were so ridiculous, like an innocent clown.

"Come here, go get a deck of cards. This is the largest offshore casino in the Arctic Ocean. If you don't play two games, you will be sorry for the ticket price, young master!"

He grinned slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, and his restless right hand kept rubbing the butt of the woman next to him, patting it, and said so.

The perverts and gamblers around him had eager eyes and licked their lips, but some were looking at the woman in his arms, while others were staring intently at the card table.

Sith sighed softly, shook his head, and watched all this with cold eyes.

When a person falls deeply into the abyss of gambling and pornography and begins to completely indulge himself, there may be only a thin line between the world and hell, humans and devils.

As for drugs, well, Sith can guarantee with his own character that even Satan in hell is not willing to take in such a mutilated soul.

"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 warm, as if the man's provocation could not touch his heart at all, but this was indeed the case. Humans always have a special tolerance for monkeys.

The man stretched his body behind him and hugged the beautiful women on both sides of the sofa. There was an expression on his face that the Sith could not describe. He was greedy, contemptuous, and hostile. He looked like an energetic hyena. What did he catch? Just want to bite a gap in something.

"Well, I'm neither short of money nor women. How about I bet on the cane in your hand? Although it's a bit extravagant to use a ruby ​​to scratch my itch, I really do need one to scratch my itch now."

The man has a vicious eye. He has been walking in casinos all year round and he can estimate the value of that cane just at a glance. Is it priceless?

No, of course not, for a work of art of that caliber, putting a monetary value on it is a disgrace.

A huge ruby, a finely carved staff, a sixteenth-century European work of art?

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

He knew that the Sith had an extraordinary origin, but he was only following orders. In his eyes, who had grown up following the captain, except for heads of state, no one was greater than the captain, even if the person in front of him was a prince of a certain king.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Sith seemed a little surprised, the cane spinning in his hand as if it had a soul, and his head tilted, "You actually want it, don't think about it anymore, if you pay, I can easily buy a boat!"

"No, I want it." The man raised his head, stared at Sith's face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You don't dare to do it anymore, do you? My little master, my back is itching very much. I'm in a hurry. The root itches and scratches.”

Sith's eyes narrowed, and there was a gloominess deep in his pupils that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

In fact, it's not that humans are not tolerant enough, it's just that the monkey is too provocative. Why should we snatch it from him? If he is a monkey, wouldn't it be better to just live in the jungle?

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

"Why did those damn guys set the temperature of the air conditioner so low?"

Women's curses came from the crowd, but they were not ladies. On this ship, ladies did not exist. There were only people with ulterior motives, gamblers, poor people, people looking for fun, and sluts.

Boom!

A green gem the size of a thumb was thrown on the table.

"Well, King of Emeralds, is one emerald enough?"

"Not enough!" Sith's eyes slowly began to turn evil.

The gradually depressing air made the man irritable.

"Hey, what a troublesome guy, how about adding these two women?"

He pushed the woman out of his arms.

Horror and surprise still remained on their faces. They did not want to be treated as goods being sent around the gambling table. Once a person loses his qualifications and identity as a human being, it is difficult to pick it up again.

They have seen the eyes of those who were used for trading, as if they were dead.

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

Sith's face suddenly changed. That cold face made even Sophia feel the coldness in her bones. Compared to her, it was the real polar glacier.

The nun slowly raised her head, her pupils narrowed and her eyeballs jumped up and down in her eye sockets.

That astonishing murderous intent was something she had never seen in Vasilisa, the leader who annihilated Baishu.

The man's body was shaking like chaff, and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead to his neck. This time he seemed to have really kicked an iron plate.

"You...what do you want?"

His voice was trembling a little, and he was wiping sweat with a silk handkerchief in his right hand, which seemed to make him feel a little better.

"You tell me, anything that can be of equal value."

Sith looked down at the cane and tapped it on his hand. His face turned faster than flipping through a book. Was he communicating with the cane?

"This man wants to bet with me. Elizabeth, what do you want? Oh, you want his life, okay, I will win it right away!"

Sith's voice swirled in the sky, and the temperature in the entire hall cooled down.

Talking to the cane, this person is really a madman, right?

Everyone below wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Even they, who were well-informed, couldn't help but tremble.

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

"You do not want it?"

Sith's voice became deeper and deeper, and darkness enveloped the entire hall.