Chapter 1245, this is a praising!

Can people with blind eyes play cards?

Yes. And he can play well.

At the huge gambling table, a well-dressed old man sat expressionlessly, and a plump and charming blonde woman sat on both sides of the left and right. One hand kneaded a large ball of powder, and the other hand walked down three ways to attack the other woman's bottom pants. The two women were very helpful, twisting their bodies, almost holding their entire body to him.

There was another gambler sitting opposite the old man, an Arab wearing white cloth and dark skin. He also sat next to him, four women who were extremely in line with his aesthetic views, but the four women did not dare to move wherever they sat. They were afraid that their slight movement would make the benefactor dissatisfied and fought against them.

They all knew very well that in the heart of the benefactor, the lives of these women were not as valuable as a chip on the master’s table.

"All follow." The Arabs pushed up the few chips left on the table.

"Let's open the card." The little old man said lightly.

The dealer helped the two to open the cards, and then the Arabs lay down on the chair weakly.

"You lost again." said the old man.

"How is this possible?" said the Abbot angrily. "You are cheating. You must be cheating. You have never seen the cards from beginning to end, how could you beat me?"

"Can't you afford to lose?" The old man grabbed the woman's chest hard, and only felt the anger in his heart venting when the woman screamed and screamed in pain. He won, he was the big winner. He won for a total of 30 million US dollars----------- why was he just so happy?

He always felt a sense of anger in his heart. This anger could not rise or fall, so he could not reach his chest, making him unable to eat or sleep at night. Even his favorite woman and gambling could not tease all his passion.

"I want to check. I want to check." The Arabs angrily said. "This is something that cannot happen."

He could not understand how a blind man won tens of millions of dollars away. He didn't care about this money, what he cared about was won by a blind man. This would become his lifelong nightmare.

What he didn't know was that the winner in front of him had also lost a lot of money. He lost to a guy who didn't even look at cards.

It is precisely because of that guy’s personal teaching that he learned to “blind gambling” by himself.

"Don't you believe me?" asked the old man with a smile. He licked his dry lips. A big ocean horse beside him saw his movements and quickly stretched his mouth over so that he could suck his saliva to moisten his lips.

"Yes. I don't believe you. I don't believe anyone." The Arab said. "I want my people to review."

"All those who don't believe me are dead." said the old man.

His body suddenly jumped out of the seat, like firecrackers rising from the air.

His butt slipped on the gambling table and the person came to the Arabs. Then he stretched his hands and the Arabs' head hooked in front of him.

He opened his mouth suddenly and bit his neck.

"Ahhh------" the Arabs screamed miserably.

Crack-----

The little old man shook his head suddenly, and the Arab voice stopped abruptly.

Blood flowers splattered out like a fountain, and his mouth was still filled with the Arabian flesh and throat.

In a flash of lightning, in a moment.

The bodyguard behind the Arab finally reacted, reached into his arms and pulled out his gun and was about to shoot at the old man.

slow.

It's really too slow.

Compared with the terrifying speed of the little old man, they play in slow motion.

When the old men broke their necks one by one, the four bodyguards had no chance to fire a shot. No bullet was fired.

"ah-------"

The woman brought by the Arabs then realized and opened her mouth wide and wanted to scream.

The little old man attacked again and broke their necks one by one.

Click----

Click----

Click----

Ah---Click----

Silence!

His gambling friend, his opponent just now, was killed by him.

The dealer had already been so scared that he got under the table, and the two big horses beside the old man were trembling, but all his strength was exhausted, so he couldn't move wherever he sat.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a curly man walked in, looked at the corpse lying down in the room and the blood-stained carpet, frowned slightly, then walked to the old man and said respectfully: "Sir Earl, Deschwance is very famous. Their family is------"

"Tell them that if they don't want to be exterminated, they will pretend that what happened today has not happened." The old man impatiently interrupted the curly man's voice.

"Yes." The curly-haired man replied. "Sir, there are guests coming to visit. I wonder if you want to meet?"

"guest?"

"Yes. Mr. Dai Pu."

"Please come in."

"here?"

"It's here." The old man didn't feel anything was wrong with the environment he was in. He sat back to his original position to touch his two ocean horses. However, the two women's bodies were trembling constantly, and their whole bodies were as cold as ice sculptures, which made him feel no touch. He slapped and drove them away.

So, when Dai Pu came in, he saw a room full of corpses and a little old man sitting alone.

The surprise on his face flashed, and then he walked to the count and bowed slightly. "Master Earl, let me say hello to you on her behalf."

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly. "Since I'm blind, your wife doesn't even want to see me in the face----What? I think my face is scary?"

"The Earl has misunderstood. My wife has been busy with work recently and rarely lives in one place for too long." Dai Pu said.

The old man didn't really want to make a fuss with these people. They are so powerful, they are thieves after all. Faced with the power of huge capital, they have to be more cautious.

"Tell me. What's the matter with me?" the old man pointed around and said, "You should have seen it. I'm very busy now."

"Madam wants to see the emperor." Dai Pu said his request straightforwardly.

"This is impossible." The Count said angrily. "The emperor will not see outsiders unless that person is a dead person."

Dai Pu paused for a while and said, "Madam wants to ask the emperor to take action himself."

"Is this necessary?"

"Qin Luo is in the United States."

"I've known this for a long time." The Count sneered. "I'm going to meet him for a while. Last time they ran fast, and this time I'll keep him no matter what."

Dai Pu hesitated a little and said, "Madam, I hope the emperor will take action himself."

Whoosh----

The count's body bounced and jumped to Dai Pu's side and grabbed his neck.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Sir, I know." Until this time, Dai Pu still maintained his politeness.

"You think I'm not the opponent of that kid? You think I'll still lose? You think I'll let him go?" The Count asked several questions in a row. "Are you insulting me?"

"No." Dai Pu denied. "We know the strength of the Count, and we also believe that you can deal with the vast majority-----"

"Most?" The old man began to force his hand.

Dai Pu's face turned red and his neck was thick, and he said calmly: "The God of War in the East, Fu Fengxue. This person needs the emperor to take action himself."

"Oriental God of War?" The old man let go of Dai Pu's hand.

Dai Pu touched his neck, took a few breaths, took out a piece of organized information from his arms and handed it over.

"Please make sure to convey it to Mr. Emperor."

"I can't see it. Read it."

Dai Pu had no choice but to briefly explain Fu Fengxue's information.

"It's him." The little old man's face turned red with joy. "It's him."

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"No. There is nothing more important than the health of my mother." Jackson said in an interview with reporters. "It's just that I have a few jobs to deal with. He is very important to the whole of the United States, and time is very urgent. So I can only ask the gentlemen of Chinese medicine to wait for two days. Although I am very sorry for this, I have to do so. I have no more choice. Fortunately, those things have been dealt with. I have asked Mr. President for leave and I want to go back to visit Mrs. Mary--God bless, I hope she can stand up this time."

"Mr. Jackson, do you think Chinese medicine practitioners from China can cure Mrs. Mary's disease?" asked the reporter.

"Yes." Mr. Jackson nodded with certainty. "I've watched the TCM surgery that was broadcast live on TV last time. It was very exciting. I believe that many Americans have the same idea as me-------I think they should be able to cure my mother. I will definitely do it."

Seeing Jackson's speech in an interview with the TV station, Qin Luo sneered in his heart.
Chapter completed!