The Marquis Is a Master of Martial Arts

“Uh… I really ask.”

“I know, I’ll be fine, man.”

Concerned about Peru, he continued to look back at Brica as he headed toward the castle.

“Brica. Let’s go to Black Oak.”

“All right. Come this way!”

Black Oak is exactly the gambling house I was looking for. The Black Oak was in the middle of the alley, and on the outside it was nothing more than a tavern.

“uh! Brica!”

“Master. long time no see.”

When Brica went inside, the middle-aged man at the counter pretended to know. Even inside the bar, nothing special can be seen, it looks ordinary.

“I hear you’re busy at The Rocks?”

“It is settled now. Can I go inside?”

“huh? You don’t gamble.”

“The guest said he wanted to come in.”

Brica beckoned me and smiled slyly. The owner looked me up and down, then nodded.

“The guest is very handsome. A lot of women will cry.”

The owner came out of the counter and opened the door next to it. That is the passage leading to the gambling hall.

“If you go beyond here, you will find a gambling place.”

“okay.”

“Will Arin be able to visit you?”

“It’s okay because he’s smart.”

After moving about 30m along the aisle, a fairly large sheep door appeared, and 2m tall threatening figures were blocking the way.

“I came with guests. Open the door.”

The two looked at me and Brica once, then came out and opened the door.

thud.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of cigarettes wafted out. The gambling hall was four times larger than the bar, and many people were already enjoying gambling.

The facilities are quite well made, and I even felt like a casino.

“How do I do?”

“As I said before, introduce me as a rich Hogu master.”

“I will do as you say.”

I let Brica talk to the janitors and looked around the casinos. I was playing roulette, cards and dice, but that wasn’t what I was looking for.

“It’s up!”

I looked in the direction where I heard the woman’s booming voice. There sat a middle-aged man with bald hair, a young man, and a beauty with green hair that opened his eyes.

“I found it.”

Without looking elsewhere, he went over to the table and sat down.

“Oh, is this your first time seeing it? Are you new?”

“Welcome to the swamp.”

“Hey, he’s the ultimate flower boy you’ve never seen before! This older sister really likes pretty boys!”

Each word has its own characteristics. Among them, the one I paid attention to was the green-haired beauty.

“Wow, crazy. Are you really my type? baby Today with my sister…”

“You turn your hand.”

With a light laugh, I told the dealer to start the game.

“You like her personality too?”

“Even when I asked to meet him, he didn’t even look at me. Was it like this?”

“I like a young and handsome man.”

“Me?”

“You’re young, but you’re not handsome.”

“I can’t really blame my parents for this…”

“Kuk!”

After listening to their conversation and calmly looking at the faces and cards of the four people, including the dealer, I burst into laughter.

“what? Handsome. Do you think the hand is bad?”

“If you die from the beginning, the kick will fall.”

“I have to go to the first edition.”

One shot? group? It’s not like that.

Since the cards and psychology of all four players, including the dealer, were openly visible in the eyes of the Creator, how can you not laugh?

Even if I want to lose, I can’t lose.

“You can’t die from the first game. Let’s get started.”

Guyin (3)

The gamble I enjoy the most is standing.

I put it in the novel because I liked standing, and thanks to that, I stood at the table where I was sitting and it was progressing.

The difference is that the hwatu tiles are larger than reality, the color is black, and they have a texture similar to that of a card.

“hmm…”

Through the smoky cigarette smoke, I looked at everyone’s cards.

“hehehe…”

“Not bad.”

“Ha ha, that’s a bit of a b*tch.”

People’s paddles weren’t bad. The person I could win, as a Gab-oh, was a woman and a dealer.

But gambling isn’t about losing…

doing it with money.

“Please bet your chip.”

“I will go in.”

At the dealer’s words, the middle-aged man pushed about 1/5 of the chip in front of him.

“call. I will take it.”

The young man also entered the plate, putting the same amount of chips.

“Um, I…”

“Did you peck your sister?”

“What are you talking about! Goes!”

At the young man’s words, the woman pushed a chip with a not-so-good hand. She was also a woman with the nickname King Hogu.

“The guest…”

The dealer gave me one last look.

“Couldn’t the chips be exchanged right here?”

“of course. Our Black Orcs… Gagging!”

Quarrr!

Poured gold coins on the table.

I saw the gamblers who listened to the sound of money like ghosts staring at our table and gulping their saliva. The gambling hall, which had been noisy like a market floor in golden light, fell into silence.

“Change all of this.”

“Ah, I see.”

The dealer winked at the server next to him, and he brought a mountain of red chips in exchange for gold coins.

“Is this enough for now?”

There was no need to overwhelm from the start, so I only pushed 4 times the chips others bet.

“Cow, cow. You really do this all at once…”

“okay.”

“Flower boy, aren’t you overdoing it?”

“are you okay.”

Since I raised the stakes, they have to bet as much money as I do before they can open their hands and compete.

“Kuhm…”

“hmm…”

The psychological examination of the four people has already been completed.

They won’t bet on me because they can’t tell if I’m bluffing or if I’m really good when they see me.

In addition, thanks to the beauty sitting next to me, the dealer can’t use tajja’s hand techniques such as subtracting the bottom and turning the hand.

“sh*t! die!”

Even though the middle-aged man was not bad, he was afraid of my money and put down his hand.

“After that, I will die too.”

The young man also put down his hand, expressionless.

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“Okay…”

The woman also thought about it and covered her hand.

“hmm…”

The dealer glanced at the manager of the casino. He nodded, and held out the same amount of chips as mine.

“It’s a call.”

The reason why dealers come in even with low hands is simple. It was to lose a few games with the permission of the manager who had already heard that I was a hogu.

They must be thinking that the mountain of chips in front of me will eventually return to their hands.

“Then flip your hand over.”

The dealer and I flipped the cards at the same time.

“Are you coming?”

“crazy!”

“You said you put money in this way with the armor?”

“No, flower boy! What happened to your liver?”

“hahahaha! I just tried it once.”

charrr

He took chips and acted out the excitement of a beginner.

Looking at my appearance of being a beginner, the manager smiled at Brica next to me. It seems that he thought of me as a certain hogu.

[Brica. Now go outside and see the back door of this place…]

Thinking that everything went according to plan, I gave Brica two instructions by phoneme and then looked at the plate again.

Now let’s start in earnest.

**

“Rain, Mr. Billo!”

The manager who had been watching Yuren at the gambling house broke into a cold sweat and opened the door to the office of the owner of the Black Oak gambling house.

“what?”

Billo, the owner of the casino, put down the chicken leg he had been devouring and put on an annoyed expression.

“Don’t you hear the rumors that Brika brought you earlier? that…”

“Oh yeah. Did you lose enough to lose? Start recovering now.”

“Oh, no, not that…”

“What?”

The manager was unable to speak in front of the rain and was hesitant.

“Frustrating! Tell me quickly!”

“Chuck, I lost a lot from the beginning, so I ordered restoration right away, but it didn’t get caught. If this side’s hand is low, we immediately push in, and if our side’s hand is high, we will never fight. Also, because they hit me with money, the method is…”

“what? It’s called Hogu!”

“I definitely look like a hoguti just by touching the hand, but there is no such thing as a veteran when it comes to playing games. Like looking at all the cards on the board…”

“Isn’t that counting?”

“It’s not poker, it’s standing.”

Unlike poker, where cards can be identified, it is impossible to count standing without revealing the hand.

“Someone is holding the plate!”

“This is Lansau.”

“Lanceau is robbed…”

Lanxau is an excellent tazza who listens to the ace even among dealers. If he was pushed back, it might not be Hogu, but a tiger.

“Did you use your hand technique?”

“I can’t use technology because she is there.”

“Is King Hogu still there?”

“I thought I lost all my money and left, but I came back earlier to find out where I borrowed the money.”

“sh*t! All in all… how much did I lose?”

Billo opened his mouth again, biting his nails.

“More than 1500 gold, so good…!”

Chaeng-Geurang!

Billo threw the plate with the chicken legs at the manager.

“What a madman!”

“Including cows and guests’ money, it’s already 2500 gold…”

The manager shuddered and added a word. Billo got up from the couch, grabbed the ashtray, and threw it at the manager’s head.

bang!

“Cheak!”

The wooden door that was hit by the ashtray instead of the manager shattered quickly.

“Now that makes sense…”

“It is impossible to gather other gamblers and use hand techniques. It’s like going back there…”

“Brika, is this bastard trying to scam me? Where is that bastard!”

“I can’t see it. Suddenly disappeared…”

Billo wiped the seasoning from his mouth with his clothes and stood up.

“Sparrow! Guide me.”

**

There is something called the law of hogu in gambling halls.

The formula is that Hogu, who won a lot of money once at a gambling house, cannot forget the taste and continues to go to the gambling house and spread the money.

What would happen if the hukou didn’t lose money and just continued to win money?

I don’t know, but wouldn’t the blood flow backwards from the gambling house owner’s point of view?

Like that guy who came out of the room and looked at me like he was going to kill me.

“Please turn over.”

The dealer’s expression was serious. Right now, there were over 1600 red chips gathered in front of him. It was the first huge plate he had seen since working here.

“Yuk Ding! please!”

The middle-aged man overturned his hand with a trembling hand. A splendid rose seemed to bless him, but next to him a young man grinned and showed his hand.

“I’m on my arm.”

“aaa!”

As the full moon, shining white, trampled the rose, the middle-aged man tore off the remaining side of his hair.

“Dealer, I’m afraid.”

“I’m Gu Ding.”

“f*ck! f*ck! Shivaal!”

At the dealer’s words, the young man bit his lip until it bled. Cursing continued to come out of his mouth, as if the current loss could not be easily passed on even to a young man who seemed quite wealthy.

“Then, would you like to show the customer’s hand?”

The dealer stuttered and looked at me. I had never beaten me properly until now, and the 1600 gold plate moved according to my hand, so I understood that feeling.

“Haa, I’m not Ding…”

“huh?”

“Am I finally losing?”