In the underground casino of the ** nightclub, wave after wave of screams spread, like a dozen lustful animals looking for a place to vent, adding a bit of lustful atmosphere out of thin air.
Dozens of gamblers and the security guards inside finally witnessed an unprecedented master showdown.
Wu Yifan, this unknown young man, will create a storm in the gambling world, and become the senior masters who have struggled in the gambling world for many years to truly see the power of the Chinese God of Gambling!
There was no expression on Wu Yifan's face. He behaved like a master in the gambling world. He remained calm in the face of danger and would not show a trace of elation just because he won one or two games. This made the gamblers around him burst into laughter.
of admiration.
When Umekawa Kuko saw that there were only three million left of the eight million he had just won, his whole face turned red with anger, he was breathing heavily, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he clenched his hands tightly into fists, almost
You have to fight the opponent desperately.
How could this young Chinese guy be so awesome? He could beat himself five times in a row.
There must be something weird here, I won't lose to them so easily.
Meichuan Kuzi is extremely sure of his gambling skills. Otherwise, he would not have come all the way to Beitian City to challenge the gambling masters here. Who knew that he would fall into the hands of Wu Yifan just after he started?
He mistakenly thought that the opponent was a blind cat and a dead mouse, and luckily beat him five times. After he thought about this, a ferocious expression appeared on his face: "Sir, you are really lucky, why don't we raise your bets?"
how?"
"Add, how much?" Wu Yifan was thinking the same thing as him, and asked immediately.
"Three million at a time!" Umekawa Kuzi was almost desperate.
Although Wu Yifan had just won five consecutive games against his opponent, the effective time was less than half an hour. If he continued to wait like this, he might not be able to defeat him completely before the effective time expired. Now the opponent offered to raise the bet.
Naturally, it is something that is desired. He said lazily: "Three million at a time? It's too little? I'm too lazy to play with these kids, so let's just solve the problem at once!"
"What? One-time solution?" Umekawa Kuzi's face changed slightly.
Everyone around them changed their expressions. How big of a sum would it be to solve it all at once?
Wu Yifan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a vicious look: "Don't Mr. Meichuan Kuzi dare to make such a big bet? That's all, I thought everyone in the island country was rich, but it turns out there are poor people, just like us
Forget about playing house with children, just play as many games as you like!"
Although Meichuan Kuzi is not a rich person in the island country, he is not a poor person either. But now he was so angry that Wu Yifan said something about a poor person on the left and a poor person on the right. He felt that he was going to be exploded. He shouted loudly: "Baga
Yalu, Baga Yalu, how dare you underestimate me, I, I, I want to duel with you!"
"Tch, we are gambling, not middle-world Europe. Why are we dueling? Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to prepare a sword and a war horse for you?" Wu Yifan said disdainfully.
"Hahahahaha..." Many people around him laughed crazily.
Only then did Umekawa Kuzi realize that his "duel" was indeed full of ambiguity. He gritted his teeth and said: "The duel I am talking about is a showdown with you on the gambling table, so that you can see how powerful I am.
I have a total of 18 million yuan with me, and I put them all here." He took out two Chinese bank cards from his pocket and slapped them on the table.
"Eighteen million?" Wu Yifan's heart was still a little "thumped!" After a moment, this little devil was really rich.
Song Mingjie wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth vigorously, waved his fist, and shouted excitedly: "Damn, this kid is really awesome. He brought so much money to Beitian City without fear of being robbed. If we don't fight with him,
If I bet on this game, I would be very sorry for the innocent people who were killed by them sixty years ago. Angkor, if we fight him, it will be only 18 million, I will prepare it!" He directly gave it to the few next to him.
The person made a gesture.
After seeing Wu Yifan's high gambling skills, those middle-aged people secretly admired Wu Yifan's high gambling skills. They didn't say anything this time and simply withdrew another 10 million yuan. Counting the money they had just taken and earned,
Exactly eighteen million.
The whole scene was completely in a state of excitement!!!
Eighteen million bets!!
This is just an ordinary city, Beitian City, not Shangjing City, nor Shangjiang City!
Although the people who come here to play are considered well-known figures in Beitian City, each game only costs about 10,000 yuan. The craziest time was when a young man made a bet worth 300,000 yuan, which was said to be shocking.
.
But that gamble was nothing compared to this one!
Eighteen million!!
How many people work hard all their lives but can't earn such a fraction? How many people live their entire lives without ever seeing so much money, and how many people are crazy enough for so much money!!!
Everyone present opened their eyes wide, wishing to remember every step of this gambling game. Some even wanted to use cameras to record this shocking gambling game for Beitian City. It was a pity that they saw it.
After taking a look at the unkind-looking security guards around them, they wisely kept the idea in their stomachs.
The gambling game officially begins!!
Everyone held their breath and felt that their heartbeats were beating loudly, as if they were about to fly out. There were a few older people who couldn't bear such a tense atmosphere, and flashes appeared on their cheeks.
With a faint blush, they almost fainted and fell to the ground. Xiaomi next to them was so frightened that they quickly took out the pills and fed them into their mouths.
"Ah, Angkor, this card, this card..." Song Mingjie suddenly whispered.
The faces of everyone around him changed slightly. A few bolder middle-aged people also came forward and took a look at the thirteen cards in Wu Yifan's hand. Then their faces changed drastically, their lips turned white and they kept trembling.
With.
I have seen bad cards, but I have never seen such bad cards!
Could it be that the five rounds just now were really a coincidence? Did the opponent really rely on luck to win five rounds in a row? Then his luck just now was also very good? But if it wasn't like that, how could his luck be so bad in this round?
The expressions on each person's face can be said to be ever-changing, just like the facial makeup in Sichuan Opera.
At first, they thought that the other side could easily defeat the Japanese devils and give the Chinese and even the men of Beitian City some credit. However, who knew that the other side would drop the ball at the critical moment, which made them feel so cold.
Is the 18 million dollar bet and the Chinese people's reputation really going to be lost here?
Umekawa Kuzi seemed to have seen the clues from the expressions on these people's faces. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sinister smile: "The eighteen million bet, although it is big, is not exciting enough.
, how about we add some other things?" If he wants to play this time, he will play big and earn back all the face he lost just now, including principal and interest.
"Bang!"
Wu Yifan had fallen to the ground.
His face became extremely pale, without a trace of blood, his hands were trembling, and he could not even hold the cards steadily, and his voice was trembling: "Add, add what? I, we Chinese, will not be afraid.
...Gudong..." He swallowed hard, hurriedly took out a handkerchief with his left hand, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"What to add? The money is already almost there anyway, why don't we add another one? If you lose, you have to take off all your clothes and run around Beitian City naked for five times in a row, and you also have to write a few numbers on your body.
A big word - the Chinese are the sick men of East Asia, and vice versa." Umekawa Kuzi laughed viciously.
"You, you are insulting your character, I will not agree to it!" Wu Yifan yelled in a hoarse voice.
"Are the Chinese really so timid?" Meichuan Kuzi was excited.
"I, I, I..." Wu Yifan slammed the table, stood up, and shouted at the top of his voice, "This is mahjong, not stud. It's not certain who will win until the last step. I,
I, I will bet with you!"
"Hahahahaha..." Meichuan Kuzi thought that the other party was at the end of his fight and was pretending to be calm. How could he take the other party seriously? He laughed wildly, "You have courage and courage. Chinese people like you are really...
There are so few, it's a pity, you must have lost this time, you are just waiting to run naked!" He now has a very good card in his hand, and it is easy to win this round.
Wu Yifan gritted his teeth and retorted: "Everything is still unknown!"
"Then just wait!" Umekawa Kuzi smiled proudly.
Everyone in the audience had earth-colored faces, and every part of their body, including the little brother, was shaking. Although they usually had conflicts, big and small, they were all Chinese after all, but now they were watching Wu Yifan lose this game.
A game would make every Chinese person suffer endless humiliation and make them want to be killed by a head-on collision.
"It's over, it's over, it's really over this time!"
"I've long seen that this kid's gambling skills are rubbish. Who asked him to compete on behalf of us Chinese?"
"Oh, you might as well go with me, there is more or less a chance!"
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When Song Mingjie saw those people chattering non-stop, he immediately squinted his eyes and shouted: "Damn it, you bastards, have you finished talking? Whoever dares to talk non-stop, I will blow his asshole!"
Everyone had a few black lines on their foreheads, and they wisely closed their mouths.
Who is Young Master Song? Is there anything the other party can't do? I'm really afraid that the other party will do something worse than a beast.
The corners of Wu Yifan's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sinister smile.
Lose this game? Brother Xiaofan is not so embarrassed.
If you don't pretend to be a little bit like him, how can you fool this cool guy from Umekawa?
Everything was just as Wu Yifan thought. Meichuan Kuzi's cards were indeed a good one. Unfortunately, his luck was as bad as his grandma's. He didn't get any cards he wanted, and he didn't get any cards he didn't want.
No matter what card he played, his face turned green, just like shooting a ghost movie, and he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and the corners of his mouth kept trembling.
Bagaya Road, where did those cards go? Running naked? You don’t even want to kill yourself if you write that kind of thing.
The smile on Wu Yifan's face is getting brighter and brighter. He is even more energetic than eating ginseng fruit. After just a few rounds, a pair of bad cards has turned into a very good card. What he needs is also
It's just a card.
The hearts of those around him were already being tugged at, and they wished they could find the card and hand it directly to Wu Yifan.dd