[Leilu Modern AU] Scarlet World

At 10:38 p.m., Miss Mira's Bar, Princes District, York.

The young man looked out of place here.

He's handsome, rich, well-bred, and he's here, like a broken-hearted lamb or a pure white rabbit or some other innocent, poor little thing.He should have been in a rich man's private club, drinking some fine whiskey with his ilk, a Royal Salute or something, in a well-made crystal glass, with mint or lemon, and ice.

But now, for some unknown purpose, he was wandering around the bar in this slum.He drank bad bourbon and put his left arm around the stripper who both worked in this bar and prostituted, hooked and stole in this bar - she was sometimes called Amber, sometimes Barbie, and Crystal , Of course, they are all pseudonyms. Some people suspect that she changes her pseudonym every other month, taking turns from A to Z according to the alphabetical order, and is impartial.Some customers hated her because she had nothing to lose, no one could touch her ass without paying a penny, and if anyone did, she would make him regret it.She lived a prosperous life, and everyone said she was covered by the bar owner, but no one knew who the bar owner was.

This young man leaned all his weight on the chair with a half-dead look.He gambled with others and spent a lot of money, but he didn't care.He is not clear about the fact that from the moment he stepped into this bar, or even from the moment his well-made dark brown lambskin shoes stepped on the ground of this block, his belongings no longer belonged to the bar. He died, this time may be early or late, but the identity change of the master is inevitable.He's lucky enough to have money to play poker instead of being tossed out with his clothes and shoes ripped off.

He casually flopped again.His brand is touching. If he wins, he will continue to gamble. If he loses, he will give money and continue to gamble. If he wins a lot at once, he will say to the bartender: "One more lap".What he meant was that he was asking the people in the bar for the next round of drinks.His voice doesn't need to be high, the bartender naturally understands.Later, even when he raised his eyelids, the bartender gestured and said, "Got it!"

Such magnanimity is not common, and most of the jerks in the bar stepped forward to watch.This fat sheep has been gambling, but the people at the table are constantly changing. Everyone tacitly wants to make a small fortune.Only a few people are still sitting in their seats not knowing what to think.There was a dull sound of flesh pounding from the toilet next to the wall, like every night before.

In a round of Texas Hold'em, three cards will be shown first. This is a public card surface, and everyone can see the points. Then everyone will receive two cards that belong to themselves, and each other does not know the points.Next, the croupier will turn over two cards successively on the public board.Each player must use the hole cards in his hand and the community cards to form the largest board.The gap between the flops is the time to bet.And its excitement is that before the croupier turns over the last public card, no one knows what the biggest card will be.

The first round of card distribution is over. There are three public cards and two private cards. People often try to bet cautiously at this time. Only ordinary novices and old-fashioned novices will bet big at this time, because the opponent will Guess you have two aces or something, then they fold and the hand is over, no one wins.

The young man didn't seem to understand this rule at all, he turned his face up, glanced at it roughly, and then he said, "Allin (all in)."

There was a booing in the bar.

"This guy is here again!"

"He just wants to play exciting!"

"Fuck! Son of a bitch!"

"He doesn't know the rules at all!"

Allin is the most exciting way to play.If one side is allin, his opponents have only two options: follow, or give up.When a young man bets 500 yuan, his opponent can only bet 500 yuan or more. If the opponent only has 400 yuan but wants to continue this hand, he must follow allin.

The lamb's opponent was a burly man well over six feet three, nicknamed "Bonebreaker."Bonecrusher was annoyed and slapped the table with his hand.

"What for?" said the little lamb.

There was a hint of threat in the voice of the bonebreaker: "Don't be too complacent, boy."

"Then do you want to continue, or not to play?"

People showed expressions of watching the show.

Now the Bonecrusher was in a difficult situation, his voice seemed to come out from between the tightly rubbed teeth, it was low and harsh: "allin."

The croupier quickly spread out two community cards.

Now the public card is a 3 of clubs, a K of hearts, and a 9 of clubs, and the newly opened is a 3 of diamonds and a K of spades.

Bonebreaker's expression changed from anger to joy. He picked up his card as if venting, and slapped it viciously on the table with a bit of revenge.

The bonebreaker's hole card is a diamond K and a heart 9, forming a "Fullhouse (Full House)", three K with a pair of 9.This is already a very big board. Generally speaking, three kings are quite good.

But the little lamb lightly picked up his hole cards and threw them out one by one for everyone to see, without any effort.

That is two 3s, a 3 of hearts and a 3 of spades, forming a "FourofaKind (four of a kind)", which is much smaller than a straight flush, but happens to be larger than a full house.

Very rare cards.

The crowd let out a well-deserved exclamation.

Bonebreaker stood up angrily, his figure seemed to be twice as tall as this young man: "Don't think I don't know what tricks you are playing!"

"Are you trying to say I'm cheating?"

Bonebreaker quickly pulled out a SIG229 from his waist.He was furious, his hand already on the trigger.

The extremely noisy bar suddenly fell silent.Even the banging of the toilet had stopped. ——God knows how they still have the mind to pay attention to the movement outside.Anyway, at this point in the game, the game can no longer go on. Tonight's fortune-making activity must be over. If the Bonebreaker takes action, it's hard to say whether he can come here to have fun again in the next few days.Has this young man ever seen a real gun in his life?Except for the shotguns their rich men use when they hunt on their private estates?

Therefore, most people thought that this little lamb who seemed to have no resistance would obediently beg for mercy, and then the bonebreaker would take back his own "thousand-traveled" money as a matter of course, and then take away the other party's money as compensation, and beat him up violently The other party paused and warned him that he had provoked the wrong person.Even the Bonebreaker himself thought so.

However, the young man was still leaning on the chair nonchalantly. He withdrew his left hand from the stripper Barbie's waist and slowly unbuttoned two shirt buttons.His white shirt was originally neat and elegant, but after the previous activities, he had rolled up his sleeves and undid two buttons, just like any urban elite relaxing in a bar after get off work.Now, he has untied two more, exposing most of his chest, his skin is delicate and smooth.

"Come here," he pointed to his temple, indicating that it was his brain, and he didn't mind being shot in the head, "or come here," he pointed to his heart, "I suggest it's here .”

Red, which symbolizes embarrassment, spread on the fat and fleshy face of the bonebreaker, which made him look ridiculous. He choked out a sentence: "Do you think I dare not?"

"Then hurry up." The weak little lamb reminded him.He also took the initiative to pull the shirt a little further to the sides.

This confrontation lasted for about ten seconds, and it was the Bonebreaker who finally compromised.He took out a handful of crumpled banknotes from the back of his buttocks, threw them on the table and turned away: "Fuck you, kid, don't let me see you again."

"That's the end?" said the little Lamb, raising his voice. "You've disappointed me. I mean, you've got me done!"

But the Bone Crusher, whom he had placed high hopes on, never looked back.

The noise in the bar was restored in an instant, and the banging of the toilet was clearly audible again—God, are they listening to the live broadcast in the blink of an eye?

The young man stood up with a dejected look on his face, put his arms around Barbie, grabbed some money on the table, and staggered towards the outside of the bar.

A well-meaning person reminded him: "Hey, you still have money!" But he just waved his hand.The kind-hearted man stuffed the scattered banknotes into his trouser pockets.

Heartbroken Lamb walked out of the bar safely.

At this time, a slender pale finger moved across the wooden bar engraved with foul language.

TBC.

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