usatvline Chapter 445 Who are you?
Chapter 445 Who are you?
In the quiet bedroom, when Haitang once again asked the question that confused her, Zhang Lang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an imperceptible mysterious smile.
Haitang, who was standing at the bathroom door and sticking her head out to ask for the answer, naturally couldn't see this scene.
There’s a bend here!
"Hey, I'm asking you a question! Don't play dumb!" Haitang yelled coquettishly. Seeing that Zhang Lang didn't respond to her immediately, she couldn't help but feel anxious.
Zhang Lang raised his wrist and looked at his watch slowly, then asked irrelevantly, "What time is it now?"
Haitang rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, wondering what on earth this guy was up to, but she still replied, "It's already dark, I guess it's about seven o'clock." After that, she added, "Of course, this is just my estimate of the time, it may not be accurate to the minute and second."
However, Zhang Lang seemed to be particularly concerned about time, and then he said to himself: "So, it should be around noon in France right now?"
Haitang was a little confused by his jumping thoughts. She frowned and asked back, "There is a time difference between here and there, about six or seven hours. What you said is true, but what does this have to do with what I just asked you?"
Facing Haitang's barrage of questions, Zhang Lang still had that mysterious smile on his face, and slowly explained: "This is very important. Don't you always want to know what will happen next? As far as I know, the gambling god Gao Jin that you are determined to find is now in the Dalin Park in France. Moreover, if everything develops according to my speculation, Chen Jincheng will definitely propose to Qiu Xiaochi that they find Gao Jin before officially starting the gambling and try to get rid of him to prevent future troubles."
Haitang asked excitedly: "Really?"
Zhang Lang shouted, "You don't believe me?"
Haitang smacked her lips: "That's not the case. Qiu Xiaochi went to find Gao Jin, and then what?"
Zhang Lang: "It's unspeakable. I can only tell you that Qiu Xiaochi will be killed by someone."
The power of the world seems to exist and not exist. Some things cannot escape their original trajectory. The destinies of some people are destined to be connected together. This irresistible confrontation is called God's will.
It was as if giving Qiu Xiaochi a chance, he could shoot the two bullets in his gun at someone other than the God of Gamblers.
Haitang in the bathroom could only withdraw her head and wash herself first. This explanation was like guessing a riddle, so it was better not to ask.
Seeing the other party withdraw his head, Zhang Lang knew that Haitang had given up asking questions. After having fun, he would take a nap and go see the girl of Long Wu after waking up.
……
In the remote French forest park, a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere reigns over the land.
Gao Jin and Wen Rou are living a peaceful and secluded life.
For them, the most important thing at this moment is to look forward to the arrival of new life.
It was precisely because of the upcoming child that Gao Jin, after gentle and earnest persuasion, resolutely and temporarily bid farewell to the gambling world full of excitement and thrills.
Even the news that his beloved apprentice Xiaodao had met with misfortune came from Hong Kong Island could not shake his determination to protect his family and accompany his lover as she gave birth, let alone distract his attention to avenge Xiaodao.
At the same time, a neatly arranged luxury convoy was speeding along the wide highway.
In the car, Qiu Xiaochi was sitting in the back seat with a cute snow-white cat in his arms, looking relaxed. Next to him sat Chen Jincheng, who looked a little anxious.
"Mr. Qiu, the gambling god Gao Jin has ruthlessly rejected your invitation to compete with him time and time again. Now there are only two days left before the gambling officially starts. If we go to him at this critical juncture, I'm afraid we may not be able to change his mind!" Chen Jincheng said worriedly.
However, Qiu Xiaochi just casually stroked the docile cat in his arms, as if he didn't care about Chen Jincheng's worries at all.
After hearing these words, he calmly took out a piece of white paper, on which was a lifelike sketch of Gao Jin.
Qiu Xiaochi's eyes were as sharp as torches as he examined the painting in front of him with great interest, as if he wanted to peek through the picture to see something different hidden in it.
After a moment, he tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Is this really the legendary God of Gamblers Gao Jin? There doesn't seem to be anything special about him." Although his voice was light, it carried a hint of curiosity and expectation that was difficult to conceal.
Chen Jincheng, who was standing nearby, nodded expressionlessly and responded without comment: "Yes, it's him. Gao Jin has always been low-key and mysterious. He never likes to take pictures. I put a lot of effort into this sketch and asked a master of sketching to draw it after going through untold hardships." After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh softly, as if recalling the past that he couldn't bear to look back on.
Qiu Xiaochi raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and gently shook the paper in his hand, making a slight rustling sound. Then, he said provocatively: "So, it has been several years since you lost the thrilling bet to Gao Jin. After such a long time, can you still remember Gao Jin's appearance so clearly and accurately? Don't let your memory be biased and recognize the wrong person!"
Hearing this, Chen Jincheng suddenly raised his head, stared at Qiu Xiaochi with his eyes fixed, and shouted with gritted teeth: "No, absolutely not! Even if he turns to ashes, I can recognize him at a glance!" At this moment, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, because deep in his heart, the two people he hated the most were him - one was the gambling god Gao Jin who made him lose face at the gambling table; and the other was the person in front of him who cruelly cut off his hands and forced him into a desperate situation... Qiu Xiaochi.
However, Qiu Xiaochi didn't notice the burning hatred in Chen Jincheng's eyes at all. He just neatly put away the sketch paper and put it in his arms. Then, he turned his head and looked into the distance as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Chen Jincheng slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on his empty sleeves.
In an instant, endless pain and resentment surged into his heart, causing his originally calm face to become somewhat distorted.
At this moment, the lenses of his glasses suddenly reflected a cold light, which made people shudder.
Then, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Walk a little further ahead, and not far away is the ranch where Gao Jin lives. It won't be long before we reach our destination."
Qiu Xiaochi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if immersed in his own thoughts, and muttered to himself: "This Zhu World Charity Fund must be handed over to the God of Gamblers no matter what! I have known him for a long time, and we have worked together over the years to help him solve countless difficult problems. But even so, that guy still has doubts about me and would rather hand over this 1.6 billion US dollars to someone else..."
Chen Jincheng, who was sitting next to him, had a blank expression on his face, but there was a subtle sly glint in his eyes. He subtly fanned the flames and said, "After all, the gambling god Gao Jin is ranked number one in the world. Mr. Zhu may think that Gao Jin is the best person to handle this huge sum of money."
Hearing this, Qiu Xiaochi's face instantly darkened. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted through gritted teeth: "Nonsense! I am obviously the one who is the most skilled in gambling!"
Chen Jincheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and responded casually, "As far as I know, you are currently only ranked second."
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Xiaochi's hand, which was gently stroking the white cat in his arms, suddenly froze. Due to his excitement, he was unable to control his strength and actually pulled a small tuft of hair off the white cat. The white cat screamed in pain, and then swung its sharp claws at the back of Qiu Xiaochi's hand at lightning speed.
The reaction speed of a cat is much faster than that of a human, not to mention that it is in a rage at the moment. Qiu Xiaochi felt a flash before his eyes, and a burning pain came from the back of his hand. He looked down and saw three shallow bloodstains, blood was slowly oozing out of them.
For a moment, the carriage fell into a deathly silence. The air seemed to freeze, making people feel extremely depressed. At this moment, the window slowly lowered without any warning, and a cool night breeze took the opportunity to sneak in and blow on everyone's faces.
The white cat was suddenly thrown out of the car window. The car did not slow down and the white cat fell to the ground. The rope was still in the hands of the person in the car. The white cat could only be strangled by the neck and dragged along the road.
Cat lovers, rest assured, the white cat used here is fake.
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Wenrou looks very similar to Gao Jin's ex-girlfriend. How similar they are can be seen from the expression of Chen Jincheng when he suddenly broke into Gao Jin's secluded manor. That's about it.
Wenrou looked at the stranger who suddenly broke in. Gao Jin said he was going out to meet a friend early in the morning, and went out on a horse with a hunting gun.
At this time, the only people left in the manor were the servants and her, the mistress.
Wenrou pretended to be calm and put down the sweater she was almost finishing knitting.
"Who are you?"