Chapter 1044: What you bet on is luck!

"count?"

If the Count hadn't reached out and said he was an earl with a shy face, Qin Luo really wouldn't have known that he was the famous earl.

A black suit, a white shirt, a beautiful bow tie, a combed gray hair without restraint, and two slightly curly mustaches - it does look a bit like an earl.

However, his wretched eyes were more vulgar than his eyes, but his movements were not as good as those old earls who were holding civilized sticks in TV and movies at all. They were more like the gentle beasts in college or the local specialty of China - the brick family.

Qin Luo is not unfamiliar with the Count, at least not ignorant.

As the saying goes, only by knowing one's own knowledge can one never win a hundred battles. Before coming to the United States, Jesus blinded them.

Jesus introduced the Count after introducing the emperor's other seven warlords. From Jesus' serious expressions and careful words, we can see that this is not because he is the lightest, but rather, he is preparing to introduce him to the key points.

However, his keynote introductions were rarely used, even in just a few short sentences: If I could choose, I would rather meet the emperor.

Qin Luo asked him why, he avoided Li and Hongfeng's eyes and whispered in Qin Luo's ear: "He not only likes women, but also men."

"Like men?" Qin Luo widened his eyes and had goose bumps all over his body.

Then, Jesus stared at Qin Luo with a very strange expression and said, "And, none of the men he liked escaped."

Obviously, he was worried that Qin Luo would be attracted by the count——

Now, Qin Luo is sitting opposite him. Sitting opposite this man who is both capable of attacking and receiving.

He didn't know if he was interested in him, but his smile made Qin Luo very uncomfortable.

What's even more terrible is that he wants to shake hands with himself—

"It's a good thing to shake hands." Qin Luo comforted himself in his heart. "It would be bad if he hugged or kissed his hands."

Qin Luo felt very lucky when he thought that he didn't have to send his hands to the old man for him to kiss. After having this idea, he felt that shaking hands with him was not so difficult to accept.

"I have long admired the name of my name." Qin Luo reached out and shook with him.

Because he knew his special hobbies, Qin Luo immediately left as soon as he got involved.

However, his movements were faster, and the count's were faster.

When he let go of the count's thin claws and was about to withdraw his hand, his hand was held again by the count.

I didn't see the count's moves, so I raised my hand gently and then held Qin Luo's hand.

"We Chinese don't have the habit of holding hands with others twice." Qin Luo said with a smile, exerting a little force, trying to pull the hands back.

"No hurry." The count looked at Qin Luo's hand with a smile, as if admiring a precious jade artifact.

The ocean horse sitting next to the count's side looked at Qin Luo with a fiery look, and whispered in the count's ear: "If it were him, I wouldn't mind playing a three-person game once."

"Do you like him too?" the count asked the woman beside him with a smile.

The little old man was talking to the woman around him, but Qin Luo didn't feel ignored at all - because he was being taken special care.

Qin Luo only felt that the old man's hand was getting stronger and stronger, like a screw bolt that was spinning tighter and tighter. Qin Luo's hand was about to be squeezed into a deformity.

However, he still tried hard to persevere, gritting his teeth tightly, and preventing himself from making painful moans.

Even a smile appeared on his face as usual - he himself didn't know how forced and embarrassed his smile was at this moment.

Qin Luo is a typical nationalist, and he is proud and proud of his race and his open blood flowing.

A person lives a face, and he thought to himself that he could not be compared by this little foreign man.

So, he paid more.

"It's just not annoying." The woman licked her lips charmingly and said, "Also, I haven't tried the yellow people. With you here, this game must be very interesting."

"Since you think so, then let's invite him to the game?"

"I don't think he will reject you."

"He can't refuse." The count raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly.

They both spoke English. Without the translation of Jesus, Qin Luo could not understand what they were saying.

However, Qin Luo didn't bother to think about what they were talking about.

The pressure on his hands was getting stronger and stronger. The little old man looked dry and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"But, he is really strong."

Dongdong------

There was a knock on the door at the room, and then the curly haired man and Jesus who brought the chips came in.

The old man then let go of Qin Luo's hand and said with a smile: "No, right. The bones are a little softer, but there is a sense of ambition."

"You're not bad either." Qin Luo's hand was shaking under the table, causing the almost deformed bone to return to normal quickly. "Although the bones are a little older, there is also a brute force."

The count's eyes sterned, and the smile in his eyes turned into a fierce murderous intent.

Jesus felt this murderous intent and reached out and touched it into his arms.

When Jesus bought the golden pistol, he felt at ease.

Even though he knew that the Count was sitting opposite him, he had the strength and confidence to fight.

The count seemed to have not seen Jesus pulling out a gun, staring at Qin Luo without blinking, and his hands holding the tender flesh on the chest of the ocean horse stopped, and said in his extremely strange but understandable Chinese language: "Young people, be respectful when talking to the elderly."

The Count can say that he is old, but he does not allow others to say that he is old.

The young man in front of him was obviously a taboo, so he was so angry.

"It depends on the person you speak. There is a saying in China that is called "I'm not serious". There is no need to maintain respect for those old people who are not serious."

"I'm not serious?" The Count thought for a while, then laughed. "I like this title. Okay, since the chips have been exchanged, let's take a few bets first. Whether it's negotiation or killing people, don't worry."

"Ask." Qin Luo said coldly.

He had fallen into a misunderstanding before. When he didn't know that the little old man in front of him was an earl, he thought about getting closer to him. The other party felt good about him because he was smart and sensible and had a cute and likable face. He almost didn't make things difficult for him, so he sent his aunt back. Both sides smiled and sucked their grudges, drank three glasses of wine together. Then they were reluctant to part ways, and since then they became friends in previous years.

Isn't it all played in TV movies like this? After seeing the protagonist, many big demons are immediately conquered by his extraordinary temperament and bad and shameless eloquence, thus becoming an insider and helping the protagonist to defeat the demon in one fell swoop.

When people meet strong people, they will have more or less thoughts of escaping or showing weakness and pleasing. If they can not fight, they will not fight. If they can not fight, they will not scold them.

When he learned of the count's identity, he gave up such unrealistic ideas.

Because Jesus also said that like the emperor, he never leaves a living mouth. The difference is that the emperor will give the other party a decent or normal way of death.

And he is - torture.

The Count pointed to Jesus and said, "If you are worried, you can shuffle your companions."

"Jesus." Qin Luo shouted. "Please trouble you."

Since the other party is so generous, you can't be too stingy - aren't you pushing around too stingy?

Jesus put away the gun, walked over and took a new card. After washing it in his hand for several times, he signaled the two to cut the card.

"Please." The old man made an invitation gesture again.

"No need to cut it. Just deal with the cards." Qin Luo said.

So Jesus gave three cards to each of them.

"You are a VIP from afar, please speak first." said the old man.

Qin Luo suddenly pushed up all the five million US dollars of chips that had just been exchanged in front of him.

This action not only scared Jesus, but even the battle-torn count couldn't help but frown.

"Young man, don't you look at the cards?" asked the Count.

"No need." Qin Luo said with a smile. "You said that I lack experience. After reading the cards, I don't know how to bet. Now I don't look at the cards, and you don't look at the cards either - then let's bet on luck."

Qin Luo had no choice but to do this. He wanted to fight this old man for 300 rounds and win hundreds of millions of dollars in pocket money from him.

However, he knew that this was unrealistic. With the opponent's hand-shuffling skills, he could see that he was a veteran who had experienced many battles, and his skills, struggle wisdom and psychological endurance were far superior to him.

If he was watching cards, perhaps he could know a lot of information from his facial expressions - he was staring at his face.

Just bet on my luck if I don’t read the cards.

Now, the choice is on the Earl's side.

Should I watch it? Or not?

Should I follow? Or not?

I have to say that his opponent's seemingly reckless gambling method was very troubled by him.
Chapter completed!