Stud went on for a round, and the basic money was owned by Gui Feng Jingchen and the three of them. Finally, a croupier in the casino walked up to Feng Jingchen and said a few words in Feng Jingchen's ear that Feng Jingchen was satisfied.
He smiled and stood up.
"Let's go, the BOSS is here." I didn't quite understand what Feng Jingchen said. Following the dealer's guidance, we went up to the third floor of the casino. When we opened the door, I saw...
grim Reaper!
He was sitting in the special gambling room on the third floor with a smile. I finally understood why Feng Jingchen came to the casino, because this casino belongs to the God of Death.
"Feng Jingchen, why didn't you say hello to me when you came to the Netherlands?" The smile of the God of Death was weird and terrifying. I recalled the death of his personal butler and two others, and my body trembled slightly.
, I held Feng Jingchen’s arm tightly.
"How can I see the scene of the "iceberg" falling after saying hello?" Feng Jingchen's words were undoubtedly declaring war on the God of Death. He was undoubtedly telling the God of Death that his ice factory was blown up by Feng Jingchen. I looked at the God of Death specifically.
, I thought that the God of Death would show some angry expression, but I was disappointed. He was still smiling, and his smile was so weird. I felt that the God of Death was able to hide his heart even more deeply than Feng Jingchen.
"Oops, forget it, forget it, the iceberg has fallen, the worst is still under construction. By the way, those who come here are guests, let Feng Jingchen take a gamble, right?"
"What's the bet?" Although Feng Jingchen's tone was cold, I felt that he was very relaxed and didn't feel nervous at all.
"Bet? Whatever you want." After saying this, the God of Death sat down at the gambling table.
"Let's do this. If I win, please take off the broken earring on my wife's ear."...Hahahahahaha, it made me laugh so hard, Feng Jingchen said the irony of death in his cold language.
I almost couldn't stop laughing. Now my nervousness has disappeared a lot. I looked at the God of Death with a smile, but his expression didn't change at all and he kept smiling.
"Okay, but we have to ask Ms. Su to bet with us!" My eyes suddenly lit up. He saved me from the first encounter with the God of Death, and now this is the second time I want to thank him.
Feng Jingchen's expression was still cold, but he frowned slightly: "Why do our men's affairs involve women?" Damn it, Feng Jingchen!! His grandfather's!!!!
"Oh, really? Does Miss Su think so too?" After saying this, the God of Death turned around and looked at me.
"Okay, I'll join you too!" As soon as my words came out, Feng Jingchen's expression became extremely gloomy. I knew that he must be scolding me now.
"Hmm, Feng Jingchen, Miss Su is indeed much braver than you!" The God of Death acted as if he didn't know me today, but this is for the best, as it saves me trouble.
"Stop talking nonsense, how many bets are you talking about?" I said to the God of Death rudely, Damn it, you dare to harm my Feng Jingchen. Seeing that I won't take care of the God of Death, I shook off Feng Jingchen's hand after saying that.
I sat down at the gambling table, and Feng Jingchen sat opposite me with a serious expression.
"Each of us has a deposit of 100 million U.S. dollars, and the lowest price for each bid is 1 million." Very good, very powerful! "By the way, that brother Yun, Bai and others, come and join us!" Death God
The seemingly gentle words were full of gunpowder! Yun Shengrui and Bai Yiqing sat at the gambling table angrily.
"Ink stains! Let's start. Are all British people so ink stains?" Am I still not good at saying the hurtful things about my grandma? Do you want to play with words? Hehe, I can even call the God of Death without uttering curse words and scold him to death. With grandma,
Damn it, he's still young.
After I said the sarcastic words, Death still kept smiling. Yes! Yes! He just keeps smiling. Sooner or later I will see Death's face twisted with anger!
"Miss Su is quite anxious." After finishing speaking, Death glanced at Feng Jingchen: "Before the bet started, I only said that I would take off Miss Su's Death's Wife if I lost, but if I won
what to do?"
Go ahead, the God of Death will never win, because I am here, the God of Gamblers!
"Oh, do you think you are sure of victory?" Feng Jingchen raised his lips confidently after finishing speaking.
"Then just pretend that I have no way of winning, so I'll make a bold request. If I win, I want Miss Su to sleep with me all night!"