usatvline Chapter 475: Drama God of Gamblers
Chapter 475: Drama God of Gamblers
If you mess with me, you'll be hitting a brick wall.
whee.
In order to avoid Zhang Lang, Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi stood up tacitly and left the gambling table directly.
Hong Guang was stunned: I reported someone for abusing the elderly.
Not only do you want to win money, you also want to win with your eyes closed.
It was so torturous.
Moreover, he only has one chance in the two bets. If his first card is not bigger than Zhang Lang's, he can only fold.
Fortunately, the goddess of luck finally favored this old man.
Hong Guang: "Just... one million."
"One million? I just can't see with my eyes closed, but I can hear with my ears. You, the gambling king, only have one million? I'll be happy with one million dollars, and I'll be happy with fifty million dollars more than you."
"Kid, leave some space for me so that we can meet again in the future."
"I won't!" Zhang Lang said, shaking his body in a mean way: "Are you angry? Just tell me whether you are angry or not?"
Hong Guang banged his walking stick on the ground, and Zhang Lang looked as if he was teasing him: Come and hit me, come and hit me.
Dealer: "Mr. Hong Guang, your cards are big, you speak."
"I don't want to owe you money. I'll bet my right hand, one hundred million US dollars, what do you think, Gambler?"
Zhang Lang thought about it. Although Hong Guang's hand was not worth that much money, the winning cards could serve as a reminder to the two people over there that body organs could also be put on the gambling table.
"The hand of the gambling king Hong Guang, the gambling nemesis Hong Ye is of course worth 100 million US dollars. How about this, just deal out the remaining cards, no more hesitation, I will add another 100 million, and I will reserve your hand as well."
Uncle Ba likes to use local materials the most. As a person, of course, you get better with age.
Hong Guang looked at his hands. It had come to this point. There was no way to stop it. He could only bite the bullet and continue.
If he wins, he can continue to fight. If he loses, he will be a hero again in eighteen years.
Chen Jincheng: I have lost both hands and I don’t have the courage.
The best way to face fear is to overcome it, Ole Gei.
"Deal the cards, I agree."
……
the other side.
At a newly opened gambling table, the two men had few chips left, and the dealer spread the cards on the table.
Looking from above, it clearly looks like a bitter melon face.
Not at all.
Qiu Xiaochi faced Gao Jin, the man he had been thinking about, alone. He had been looking forward to this moment for who knows how long.
Although his situation is a bit bad now and the East Lake Gang has already distanced itself from him, but... now that he has 1.6 billion US dollars in his hands and is rich, is he still afraid that no one will follow him?
It's just a little wind and frost, no big problem.
Just do it and that's it.
What Gao Jin is best at is one-on-one combat.
This is the area where he is most comfortable when it comes to gambling.
Gao Jin stroked the wedding ring on his finger. There was not much planning this time, but he usually did this when he participated in gambling before.
The two men looked at their cards at the same time. They were not like Zhang Lang, who didn't even look at his cards. He would be struck by lightning if he tried to show off.
What? He is the Thunder King?
Then pretend I didn’t say it.
Qiu Xiaochi looked at his cards. He had a K in his hand, while Gao Jin on the opposite side had an Ace of Diamonds.
Qiu Xiaochi raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Are you still not going to follow this hand of cards?"
"Oh, if that young man wasn't messing around, why wouldn't I follow? Your name has the word 'chi' in it, but mine doesn't. With this deck of cards, it's obvious that my cards are bigger than yours, five million."
Qiu Xiaochi just thought Gao Jin's words were bullshit, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and smiled to himself: "I'll follow."
Without Zhang Lang here, Gao Jin obviously started to exert his strength.
Cross your hands on the table and wait for the dealer to deal out the cards.
"What a mistake! I sent it to the wrong house."
Qiu Xiaochi looked at his cards and dealt an A.
Isn’t the gear of fate starting to turn?
The opponent dealt a K.
Qiu Xiao smiled foolishly. This time Gao Jin's cards seemed to be better than his. He would definitely keep following: "Twenty million."
"I follow." Gao Jin didn't hesitate and called the bet directly.
Qiu Xiaochi knew that he would follow, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive this time. It seemed that he had a big hidden card.
When it comes to psychological warfare, Gao Jin is an expert.
It is obvious that Qiu Xiaochi is still a little short of the mark.
Continue to deal the cards.
Gao Jin responded to Zhang Lang's call without saying a word: Do it boldly and disperse early.
"Ninety million."
Qiu Xiaochi's body paused visibly.
He had taken out the contact lenses he was wearing, and at this moment he had no idea what cards Gao Jin had in his hand. There was no sound in his ears, and from this angle, the surveillance camera could not see Gao Jin's cards.
The gambling table was added too hastily.
How to do?
Zhang Baocheng? That’s right.
Qiu Xiaochi snapped his fingers at the person next to him.
Someone had been waiting to light his cigarette.
Qiu Xiaochi stared at Gao Jin, holding the cigarette between his fingers and dangling it to his lips.
The man lit a cigarette, and the fire almost burned Qiu Xiaochi's eyebrows.
Qiu Xiaochi didn't even blink and was not panicked at all.
Qiu Xiaochi: I look so cool this time.
When Zhang Baocheng saw Qiu Xiaochi lighting a cigarette, he nodded expressionlessly to indicate to Qiu Xiaochi that he was ready.
Zhang Baocheng took a puff of his cigarette obscurely and grabbed a card from the table. Qiu Xiaochi's younger brother and the people who looked like a large army brought by Hong Guang were guarding "Qi Meng" at this time.
"I'll give you 90 million, don't even think about stealing it."
Continue to deal the cards.
Gao Jin: "You want to see my trump card, okay, 100 million."
Qiu Xiaochi was obviously stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by Gao Jin's courage. In this hand, it was obvious that Qiu Xiaochi had a bigger advantage.
However, Qiu Xiaochi saw Zhang Baocheng upstairs shuffling cards and a puff of white smoke floating by.
Qiu Xiaochi said, "Okay, I'll give you 100 million, and I'll add another 100 million, but it seems like your chips are not enough."
Gao Jin picked up his trump card, looked at it for a long time with a frown, then looked up at Qiu Xiaochi again, his face full of bitterness and hatred.
"No." Throwing the cards on the ground, Gao Jin picked up a white handkerchief and began to wipe the sweat off his forehead, behind his ears and neck, especially carefully.
Most of the audience still focused on this group's confrontation.
Mainly the other side, which is totally uninteresting.
A conceptual god who can win with his eyes closed is simply abusing the elderly.
So when the God of Gamblers folded his cards again, there was an exclamation from the audience.
"Oh my god, this God of Gamblers is so weak. Why do I feel like he's not as good as me? I can do it too."
"Go ahead and give it to him. You can do it if you want. Didn't you see the look on the God of Gamblers' face just now? It was obvious that his cards had been swapped out."
"Then he can just change it back."
"He is just known as the God of Gamblers, he is also a human being. There are so many people watching, how can you just change him? You are an idiot."
"If you can't even change the cards, how can you be called the God of Gamblers?"
"Fuck, I really can't talk to you at all. Go away and go play somewhere else."
On the other side, the God of Gamblers' kid was hitting his friend's mustache and the tattooed woman who had once rolled dice with the God of Gamblers was barking softly.
"What happened to the God of Gamblers?"
"I don't know."
"What about our money?"
"Don't worry, the God of Gamblers won't lose."