LRAB Chapter 62 The Card Game
Chapter 62 The Card Game
"Disappeared? How could he disappear? Didn't Zero say that before he came out, Lu Mingfei was still playing with that pet snake he mailed over?"
After hearing what Jiu De Mai said, Su Enxi was momentarily flustered.
They received far more information than the guys on the forum and the mixed-race people.
Therefore, they knew perfectly well that there was indeed a Nibelungen in this capital city.
However, due to various reasons, they have not yet been able to enter the Nibelungen and are currently in the preliminary preparation stage, which is why they are so relaxed.
"Could Lu Mingfei have entered Nibelungen? I've heard that people who have been to Nibelungen have a mark on their bodies that makes it easier for them to enter Nibelungen."
Su Enxi completely panicked, and under immense pressure, she kept popping potato chips into her mouth.
"I've placed a locator on Lu Mingfei." A voice suddenly rang out, and both Jiu De Mai, who was eager to set off, and Su Enxi, who was binge eating due to excessive pressure, turned their gazes toward the direction from which the voice came.
Zero, who had been listening in as a wooden puppet, surprisingly spoke up.
Without having time to ask her exactly when she put it there, the two quickly led her to the coffee table.
Zero typed on the keyboard, and after a moment, a flat map of the capital city appeared on the screen.
The small dot representing Lu Mingfei disappeared right at the subway entrance closest to the hotel.
"What is Lu Mingfei doing at the subway station?" Su Enxi asked, scratching her head in confusion.
However, by this time, Mai Shude had already put on all kinds of weapons and equipment.
"No, not the subway station," she said.
"It's the Nibelungen."
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Old Tang is now absolutely certain that he boarded a ghost train, because when the train made a brief stop at the next station, he saw through the glass the dense crowd waiting to board.
The crowds in Beijing are truly legendary, but Old Tang has no time to marvel at it right now.
He frantically pounded on the train door, trying to get off. But this ghost train seemed to exist in another dimension; he watched people get on and off, yet he could never leave like them.
Moreover, what's most bizarre is that even though he caused a huge commotion, no one noticed him.
It was as if he were invisible.
This left Old Tang helplessly watching the subway train leave the bustling platform, while he was left alone in the empty carriage.
However, he quickly regained his fighting spirit.
After all, in this place, if even he himself gives up on himself, then there is truly no way to go to heaven or hell.
Unfortunately, he walked the subway from one end to the other and back again, but still found nothing.
Old Tang sat there dejectedly on the subway car seat until the next stop arrived.
He glanced casually at the subway station sign: Wangfujing Station. He'd heard it was a bustling commercial center, but unfortunately, being stuck here meant he wouldn't get a chance to experience it.
However, this time he noticed something was wrong, because after the subway stopped at the platform and the doors opened, there were no pedestrians rushing in as at the previous stations.
Instead, he looked at the platform, which was completely empty.
Moreover, the station's style has returned to that of the 80s.
Old Tang tentatively stepped one leg out of the train, and nothing happened. Eventually, he was completely outside the train.
I'm finally free!
As he pondered this, a bold idea surfaced in his mind.
Since this station is special, could it be an exit? With this thought in mind, Old Tang ignored his exhaustion and ran wildly toward the signs for the emergency exit.
However, the final result greatly disappointed him.
After going around in circles, he returned to where he started.
This time, the subway that had just brought him here had just left when another subway train roared in.
What is this? A relay race? Old Tang still had the mood to complain at this moment.
However, this time, he finally noticed the difference in this train after the subway doors opened.
Because there's a poor wretch like him trapped up there.
Black hair, yellow skin, black eyes.
"Great! There's hope! He's a local!" Old Tang excitedly ran over. But after he stepped into the subway car, the doors closed.
"Do you know how to get out?" Old Tang asked the other person.
But the local who had wandered in didn't say anything; instead, he looked towards another part of the carriage. Old Tang followed his gaze and then noticed that there were other people in the carriage.
However, it is not accurate to say that it is someone else.
The other person's body was covered by a tattered coarse cloth, and it was impossible to determine his gender or even race from the exposed parts alone.
After all, in this godforsaken place, even if you told Old Tang that the world is actually ruled by lizardmen, he would only ask the lizardmen when they could take him out.
Unable to see the black-robed man's face clearly, Old Tang tried taking a few steps in his direction.
But then someone pulled him back; it was that unlucky guy.
"Don't go over there." The other person spoke in fluent American English, but seemed to realize he had made a mistake in choosing the language, so he quickly switched to broken Mandarin.
However, Old Tang had already excitedly started chatting with him in his own American-accented English.
During the conversation, Lao Tang learned that the other person's name was Winston, and he was in Beijing for tourism. Unfortunately, for some reason, after entering the subway station, he was mysteriously separated from his tour group and ended up in this space.
Since Lao Tang boarded the train before him, Lao Tang knew much more about the train than the other man.
In fact, this eerie underground subway is a kind of alternative Minoan labyrinth.
Those who enter the maze have no other choice but to either win the card game with the gatekeeper and be allowed to pass, or kill the gatekeeper.
At this point, Old Tang glanced at the guy Winston called the dealer; he didn't seem particularly special.
He thought to himself, feeling a growing urge to act.
After Winston said the game was Texas Hold'em, Old Tang completely gave up his idea of betting against the dealer.
He considered himself an anomaly among hunters, neither smoking nor drinking, and certainly not using any contraband.
As for playing cards, he has absolutely no interest in them; his only pastime is playing StarCraft online.
"So all we have to do is take out that dealer?" Old Tang interrupted Winston.
"That's right," Winston nodded, "but..."
However, before he could finish his "but," Old Tang lunged at the croupier, and then his black robe was ripped off.
A creature several times smaller than the Kamaitachi Queen he had just seen appeared in the carriage.
The opponent's nine heads appeared to have undergone some kind of mechanical modification, their brass-colored skin gleaming with a shiny sheen.
At this moment, all nine heads were staring intently at Old Tang.
isn't it? !
Old Tang turned around as if no one else was there, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he reached Winston's side, where the dealer remained motionless.
"But with our strength, we simply cannot win," Winston shook his head and sighed.
A moment later, the train started moving.
Winston was the first to collect his chips from the dealer, and according to him, the chips were each person's solitude.
Winston, however, was clearly not lonely; he only had a few dozen dark gold chips.
But Old Tang was different. Unexpectedly, he had several hundred chips, which were piled up in front of him like a small mountain.
Faced with the enormous amount of chips he possessed, Old Tang, who had initially been somewhat frustrated, regained his fighting spirit.
The gambling game is a battlefield, and the chips are the bullets. Now he has more bullets than Winston and the dealer combined.
How could we lose! How could we possibly lose?!
A dozen minutes later.
Old Tang, who had already lost all his chips, and Winston, who had also lost all his chips long ago, exchanged a glance.
According to the rules, they must get off at the next station and take a full cycle of the subway lines before they can rejoin the game.
But at this point, Lao Tang had given up hope of winning the game.
With his card skills, he can only get out of the game through a miracle.
However, Lady Luck was exceptionally kind to Old Tang this time.
A miracle happened.
More precisely, the train, which was still some distance from the next subway station, suddenly came to a slow stop.