Chapter 437 The King of the Desert's Dismissal (1/4 Guaranteed
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Author: Faceless Desolation
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Since Abel dared to come without any disguise, he was naturally not afraid of being recognized.
In other words, what he wants is for the sand crocodile to come to him.
Instead of going through the trouble of searching everywhere, why not let the local snakes here take the initiative to bring people here?
If Doflamingo's face is not easy to use, then he can only use his fists to make the Sand Crocodile understand.
After all, he is no longer the weakling he was back then.
"Buy and leave."
"456, 15 points big!"
In a short time, the chips in front of Abel had piled up into a small mountain.
Good luck?
Of course not.
Want to learn about X-rays?
The silly young man disguised as Dabai was standing behind Abel.
How can you lose if you play your cards right?!
Unless the opponent cheats!
But it's not easy to cheat under the domineering influence of knowledge.
Abel casually pushed out all the chips in front of him and continued to bet big.
Seeing this, other gamblers followed suit and bet big.
The croupier's face was already covered in cold sweat, his hands were trembling a little, and he didn't dare to open any more.
After receiving the instruction, he was touching under the table with a dirty little hand.
"Finally I couldn't bear it anymore."
Abel chuckled. Every move of the croupier was under his control, and there was nothing he could do.
The dealer who was about to cheat suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and then he looked into those terrifying eyes.
"If you press it, you will die."
When this thought appeared in his head, affected by the murderous aura, the croupier had already imagined more than a dozen ways to die in just one second.
"Ah! No!"
As Abel took back the murderous aura that had escaped, the croupier suddenly screamed and sat down on the ground in a panic, his face pale with fear.
"What are you doing? Drive quickly!"
"Are you scared now? Drive quickly!"
"Open open open"
"Hahaha, it's big again, I've made a lot of money now!"
"Bet with the boss, you are indeed invincible."
After the croupier opened the dice cup with trembling hands, the audience cheered instantly, and countless gamblers cheered excitedly.
Without even looking at the ashen dealer, Abel lit a cigarette for himself.
At this time, another strange dealer walked over quickly.
"Mr. Abel, the place outside is too low-level. Our boss invites you to play in the VIP room. We will ensure that you have a good time~"
This person emphasized the pronunciation of his name, which means that we already know who you are, so we can just meet you and don't make everyone unhappy.
"What, you can't afford to lose?"
Abel blew out a puff of smoke disdainfully, "Now that you know who I am, let your boss come and invite me in person. Do you really think any cat or dog is worthy of threatening me? Get out!"
After finishing speaking, Abel didn't even look at the man, he pointed directly at the original dealer and said: "You, continue!"
"Yes, yes, start now!"
"What are you thinking about? If you don't want to do it, just replace it quickly."
"You can't afford to play in such a big casino, right?"
When everyone saw that he was ready to help them continue to make money, everyone immediately became energetic.
Later, the dealer could only give his companion a look of persistence, and then hurried back to report.
If someone doesn't show his face, he can't do anything about it.
Either let people continue to play, or drive them away.
This time back and forth, two more times ended.
The chips in front of Abel have reached 200 million beli, and the others have also made a lot of money. They have been completely blinded by greed, and they don't care whether they have the ability to take the money away.
It would be interesting if you had money to take but no life to spend it.
Some calm-minded people were ready to give it up as soon as it was ready, and hurried to the counter with their chips to change money.
At this time, the croupier who left finally came back.
"Mr. Abel, our boss's identity is quite sensitive and he cannot be seen in public. But he is already waiting for you in the VIP room, do you think?"
"Identity is sensitive? It is indeed quite sensitive. Please lead the way. Remember to help me convert these chips into money and send them over later."
"Okay, please come this way."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Abel would no longer embarrass the other party.
On the contrary, the gamblers began to lament as if their own mother had died.
They all persuaded Abel to stay and play two more games.
Unexpectedly, the faces of these people have been memorized by the dealers around them. They can leave later, but the money must be left behind.
Some guys may even have to stay alive.
Is it so easy to make money in a casino?
Walking into the space further inside, Abel found that Sand Crocodile had indeed spent a lot of money in the past few years, otherwise it would not have been decorated in such a wealthy manner.
"We've arrived, right here. Guys, please come in."
The croupier took the person to the door of a certain room and then left.
Obviously he can't enter here.
When you push the door and walk in, the first thing you see is a large living room, and then there is a viewing space separated by glass.
There are dozens of ferocious banana crocodiles inside.
This banana crocodile can easily crush rocks and even feed on sea kings.
It got its name because of the banana-shaped protrusions on its head.
At this moment, a figure was standing in front of the glass, watching these 'pets' eating.
People, both men and women, dressed in different styles, were thrown in from above.
Some of them are gamblers who owe gambling debts that they cannot repay, some are employees who do things poorly, and some are unscrupulous business opponents.
The last value these people have is to become dinner for banana crocodiles.
Use your own life to please the owner here - Shah Crocodile!
"Can I understand that this is a threat to me? Mr.0 or Mr. Crocodile of the Shichibukai?"
Abel just admired the screams of these people, then sat down on the sofa boredly, and picked up the high-end cigars placed on the table to study them, without treating himself as an outsider at all.
"Didn't Doflamingo teach you the courtesy of visiting your home?"
Crocodile turned around, his expression a little gloomy.
Combined with the previous scene of the banana crocodile eating people, most people must be frightened, and they may not even be able to speak.
But Abel didn't take this approach at all.
"Put away your temptation, Crocodile. I came to Alabasta this time just to deal with some private matters, which have nothing to do with my captain."
"Private matter? Don't tell me, your personal matter is to bring a group of reckless gamblers to win my money?"
Crocodile walked to sit opposite Abel, crossed his feet and put them on the table, his tone and expression were very mocking.
If he didn't want to provoke a fight between the Shichibukai, he would have taken action long ago.
Abel finished handling the cigar in his hand, and then lit it for himself, "If he doesn't make some noise, how can the majestic King of the Desert be willing to meet a little person like me?"