Sheyan's actions seemed to be making a mountain out of a molehill, but one had to take note of a crucial point – this person actually walked out of the hotel room alone at the same time, at the same place! One could only imagine the profound significance of this. He was most likely the same as himself, a so-called 'contestant'! Although Sheyan's knowledge of many things was still incomplete, but he at least remembered the description of the world – "This is a peaceful setting, contestants will not drop any items when killed"!
Apart from the meaning of this sentence itself, it also reflected two bloody facts. Contestants could be killed, and in the future, there would be a scenario where killing a contestant would result in great benefits! More importantly, Sheyan's current mission was to destroy the time-space node within 48 hours. But what if there was only one time-space node?
Then undoubtedly, he would have a direct conflict of interest with the other contestants, and someone would inevitably suffer the fate of elimination. Although the probability wasn't great, but it definitely wasn't nonexistent! In Sheyan's opinion, fists were undoubtedly the best way to resolve such disputes, there was no other.
Therefore, Sheyan couldn't sidestep, and he didn't dare to do so! After the bearded man opened the door, he stood rooted to the ground, seemingly having no intention of leaving. This was because he was similarly filled with misgivings. If he turned around and went downstairs, it would be equivalent to completely exposing his back and head to Sheyan. If Sheyan had any malicious intent, even if he didn't die, he would have to peel off a layer of skin!
The two of them were deadlocked on the stairs, both of them were suspicious of the other's identity, but neither dared to make the first move. Because neither of them dared to be certain of their victory. Moreover, they were afraid of the oriole behind them. Sheyan pondered a little, his brows twitching as he slowly fished out a cigarette from his bosom. After lighting it up, he took a deep puff, and squinted his eyes as the smoke swirled around him. Then he slowly extended his left hand, and pressed against the blackened and decayed wooden railing.
Sheyan's actions were very slow and gentle, his goal was to prevent the other party from misinterpreting his actions. His left hand exerted a little more force, and the wooden railing, which was already on the verge of collapse, was completely broken with a snap! Then he pretended to panic and fell down. This was merely the second floor, Sheyan effortlessly somersaulted in mid-air and landed safely. He turned his head and gazed deeply at the bearded man with an indifferent expression. Then, he kicked aside two crooked stools in front of him, and pushed open the inn's door before strolling out to the streets.
Walking along the street that was still adorned with neon lights, looking at the 70's and 80's houses, and all sorts of old cars. Sheyan took a deep breath, and couldn't help but feel like he was rewriting history. His gaze was deep, like a well that was still full of vitality after a thousand years.
At this moment, he was at a loss about the city, but there were too many things he needed to do. The main mission he had accepted had clearly indicated that there would be danger. Therefore, the first thing he had to do was to familiarize himself with the local environment and find some powerful weapons to equip himself as soon as possible. Only then could he find the space-time node and destroy it. At any time, his strength was the most, the most of the time, the most reliable.
To achieve these goals, the fastest and most convenient method was to commit crimes. Sheyan who was born poor was no stranger to robbing and stealing. However, in his heart, he had a vague fear of committing a crime. Therefore, he had always followed his intuition and rejected this shortcut.
Therefore, finding a qualified guide was also a method. There were many ways to get someone to serve you, but the essence was nothing more than coercion. Coercion was a double-edged sword. Without overwhelming strength, it would backfire on him. Therefore, to the unfamiliar Sheyan, the best method was to tempt him with benefits.
Sheyan stuffed his hands into his pockets, and searched his entire body, he could only find 2 5 dollar notes. This amount of money was only enough for a meal, naturally it was far from enough to pay for a qualified guide. Fortunately, in this world, although it was rare to find a way to turn ten dollars into a hundred dollars, or even tens of thousands of dollars, it was not impossible. Sheyan was very good at one of the methods, and that was … gambling.
In the present world, Sheyan's life could be said to be spent in every port and bar in the world. He had experienced all sorts of legal and illegal forms of entertainment. Relying on his innate high perceptive sense, he actually won more than he lost at the gambling table. However, Sheyan knew when to advance and retreat, and did not intend to turn gambling into a hobby or career. Therefore, he did not have much fame, but his gambling skills were unquestionable.
"If I need to use gambling to raise funds, then conflict is unavoidable." “
"Dealing with two adult men at the same time is already my limit. Even if I've been strengthened, I can at most deal with five or six people at the same time. Once I'm surrounded and swarmed, I'm afraid I'll still have to flee. That's right! My hidden innate ability 'Endurance' should have been activated, but it's still unknown how this ability will work in actual combat. "
"Time is pressing, I can only give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll think of another method."
Sheyan pondered in his heart, and after making up his mind, he paid attention to his surroundings. After discovering that the bearded man did not follow him, he relaxed and walked past 2 streets. After turning a corner, he arrived at the middle of a side street. On the ground floor of a tall building on the left, there was a circle of dilapidated neon lights emitting a dim light. He could vaguely see the words "Dallas Bar" written on it. There were very few pedestrians in this place, and it was located in a remote area. Moreover, there seemed to be a side door behind the bar, which was obviously used as an escape route in case of an emergency. The bar's entrance imitated the western style with two sliding doors at the chest. Unfortunately, the bridge had not been oiled for a long time, and it creaked when he pushed it.
After walking to the entrance, a wave of cheap cosmetics, alcohol and sweat assailed his nostrils, causing him to sneeze twice. The inside of the bar was chaotic, the noise was loud. The surrounding walls were filled with cracks, with vulgar drawings and slang words written on them.
The ground and walls were overgrown with mud everywhere. Under the chandelier, to the right of the door was the bar counter, the wooden planks beneath the bar counter were cracked. The counter was nailed with a layer of lead, on top were several large wine glasses with different weights. A wooden plank was nailed to the wall, on top of it were several glass bottles, with the shape of a few celebrities. The wine bottles were filled with a mixture of red and green drinks, probably beer, whiskey etc. "
The bartender was a bald man, his sleeves were rolled up and his hands were crossed in front of his chest. He had a horse face, and a pair of small yellow eyes were vigilantly staring at this unfamiliar uninvited guest. Sheyan directly walked to the front of the bar counter, very naturally flinging out a 5 dollar bill. He used an impatient tone and called out.
"Hi Jack, give me a goddamn beer."
The bartender received the money, his expression softening slightly. Casually sliding a large glass of beer over, he coldly replied.
"I'm Martin, thank you."
Sheyan sipped a mouthful of beer, and began to look around. The atmosphere was foul, the people inside were grouped into 5-6 groups, most of them gambling. Two waitresses dressed in flowery butterflies shuttled back and forth, in addition to handing out beer bottles, they would occasionally use their deep cleavage to receive tips. They were extremely busy.
After walking around inside, Sheyan had a rough understanding of the gambling methods of these people. He gathered at the periphery of a circle for a short while, cheering a few times, then suddenly reached into his pocket and threw 5 dollars into the circle to place a bet. Although this time it was only 5 dollars, Sheyan's heart could not help but feel a trace of nervousness, and a long lost excitement and desire, because this was all he had!
Sheyan's superior perceptive sense was indeed extremely useful, 5 dollars became 10 dollars. Sheyan then lost another 3 dollars, 20 minutes later, the 5 dollars had already increased by 6 times. Sheyan then changed the circle and started playing Texas Hold 'em. Overall, he lost more than he won, but the losses were all small sums, while the wins were all big bets. In a short span of half an hour, his wealth had increased to 4 digits. The surrounding gamblers' expressions were ugly, sizing up Sheyan's gaze became frequent and fierce.
Sheyan once again used his' Full House 'to slaughter everyone, leisurely eating up the surrounding people. The surrounding spectators of this gambling circle had already doubled in number. Especially when two burly fellows had unknowingly approached Sheyan from his left and right. These two fellows were intentionally or unintentionally revealing the black tattoos on their thick arms. Their mouths were also uttering ruthless words about how they had crippled someone yesterday. Without a doubt, they were trying to exert psychological pressure on Sheyan. Sheyan could not help but frown.
Yet Sheyan still won more than he lost, until the opposite cowboy hat wearing little moustache dealer was completely emptied. Yet this guy acted as though he did not see that he was out of money, he continued to cross his arms and placed his bet with a hoarse voice.
"500 dollars. “
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders, calmly replying.
"You have to take out the cash first. “
The little moustache raised his eyelids, laughing sinisterly.
"Looks like you don't recognize me, Bloody Jack? Very well, I don't have any cash, bet 2 fingers! “
As he spoke, he actually pulled out a shiny dagger from his leather boot, and inserted it into the table.
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