The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The day Moonlight and Winnie entertained Sean at home. At the dining table, Moonlight got up and went to the bathroom.

His wife, Winnie 1902, twitched her chair and sat closer to Sean.

She stretched out her slender hand, placed it on the back of Sean's hand, and said with a smile, "Sean, Moonlight has no friends since she got off the boat.

Winnie smiled with bright eyes: "In his way, to be able to make friends like you, that's really a blessing from the Holy Father."

Sean and Winnie both laughed. Moonlight sneezed in the bathroom.

Mrs. 1902's eyes turned serious, and she held Sean's hand: "Sean... I heard Moonlight talk about exploratory work...

Her eyes flickered: "Actually... In fact, every time he goes on a mission, I'm very worried about his safety.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you break a few clothes.

"I'm just reminding him to pay attention to safety by complaining..."

She sighed, "If only he could change his job. It's a pity he doesn't want to - he loves it just like he loves playing the piano..."

Sean still remembered her eyes flashing: "Sean. You are a good person, and I can feel that your inner part is different from others.

"Moonlight is sometimes like a child, it can be stupid and make mistakes...

"I'm so worried that he won't come back one day..."

"Promise me, if one day he is in danger, please, you must help him out of trouble, okay?"

At this moment, Sean, who was sitting at the gaming table, nodded again as he did that day.

The moment the gambler Jock increased the force on his hand, Sean stood up, and the vicious piercing blade had already touched Jock's chest: "Stop. The moment he stops breathing, I will disperse you."

Jock's attention turned to Sean: "What qualifications do you have to tell me this?"

Sean slowly tapped the empty table in front of him: "Didn't I swallow the bitter fruit of peeking at the cards?"

Jock sneered and was quite excited about Sean's embarrassment. He threw the fainted moonlight on the ground.

Jock laughed fiercely: "Those who cheat will lose everything without exception!"

"You're right." Sean met Jock's gaze, "so in the next game, I will play against you in an open and fair manner.

"I think you are also expecting a result of our bet, don't you?"

Jock frowned, already drooping: "Result? What else is there, isn't it the result now? - You've lost all your chips, what else do you have?"

Sean smiled miserably. He knew that Jock knew he would not take risks. But now he had a reason to force himself to say that.

Sean has no way out: "I still have the heart to bet."

Catherine suddenly grabbed Sean's arm and pulled him over: "Sean, are you crazy?!"

Sean stared at Catherine, his eyes were numb from despair, or calm in a last-ditch effort: "Do we have any other choice?

Sean pointed to Moonlight: "I want to win Moonlight's life back."

He pointed to Finks who was still waiting outside the door: "I want to win a way out for us."

"Anyway, if you don't gamble, you will die. Why not give it a try?"

Catherine's hand dropped.

Sean turned around and walked to the gaming table: "I pledge my heart."

The iron-faced dealer nodded and was silent for a moment: "The heart of the explorer is worth ten chips."

Jock enjoyed the game in front of him immensely. He put his booted feet on the table and whistled: "The price is quite high, you must have a strong heart."

Ten chips were placed by Sean's hand. If he loses all, he'll lose his organs just like Henry, and those poor gang members.

"By the way, why didn't you just mortgage your soul?" Jock reminded, "If you don't have a heart, you're going to die anyway. In this undercurrent street, your soul can't escape. Aren't my chips all the same?"

Sean shook his head: "My soul is my bottom line."

"Okay." Jock muttered, "I can't stop you from being stupid. Give the cards."

More than three hundred chips, against ten chips.

Even in a situation of the same level, Sean has little chance of winning.

The shrewd gamblers present realized that the explorer wearing a mist mask had lost his soul and lost the ability to weigh the situation...

"This is a mortal situation..." Frank, who was watching from the side, couldn't bear to watch it any longer. It was just out of respect for Sean that he didn't leave.

Although the situation was so dangerous that there was almost no hope, Sean's card skills were not affected.

He played every game to the extreme.

Every time I check cards, make bets, and make decisions, I constantly digest what I have learned from the peak gambling game just now.

In the process, he gradually realized a truth: there may indeed be the "best" players in the world. But there is no "must win" hand.

Sean knew that Jock didn't wear the dice that could change luck - he was actually expecting someone to beat him.

Since the game is in progress, it is still not a hopeless situation.

Sean's card skills continued to improve in a short period of time...

Jock's eyes also calmed down - he found that Mr. Mist in front of him seemed to have a better understanding of Texas Hold'em than the poker man Henry who had just lost everything.

Outside the door, there is a powerful presence, still waiting with a cane. The slave owner Finks was motionless and seemed to be watching Sean's final game.

Slowly, Sean won from ten chips to more than thirty.

Some gamblers on the sidelines have exclaimed.

Jock sat up straight ~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a smile on his lips: "You are, you are getting better and better.

"If only you had more chips now.

"Maybe it will allow me to enjoy a...poker match that makes my already cold heart tremble again.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot that you were about to lose your heart. I really shouldn't have made such a vicious joke."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Jock's mouth...

Next, Sean's good luck ended.

He played as tight as possible, but Jock didn't give a chance. He used his chip advantage to keep pressing Sean to take risks.

And if you keep taking risks, you will make mistakes...

Sean's chips began to dwindle sharply again.

In the end, the miracle did not happen, and Sean lost with only three chips left in his hand.

"Catherine, I'm sorry." Sean threw the last three chips he bought with his heart into the gambling pool, "I don't know how you're going to clean up this mess...

"But, I can only go here." Sean's voice was calm and he didn't look back.

After the cards were opened, Sean lost. The only three chips left were gone.

Frank and Catherine both closed their eyes.

"At this moment, it's time to cash out..." The iron-faced dealer's ruthless voice sounded.

The time to deliver the heart has come, Sean leaned back in pain, his lips moved slightly: "Aaliyah..."

He leaned against the back of the chair tightly, twitching with severe pain.

He lowered his eyes and watched his bright red heart beat in the air not far in front of him.

He never thought that there would be such a day when he could see his heart with his own eyes...

After that, Sean fell to the ground, breathless.