When Jones saw this, he knew that he could no longer relax. He curled his lips helplessly at Yehen and walked out of the VIP room.
Yehen's eyes were also looking at the men in black surrounding the injured man. He found that the faces of those men looked somewhat similar to those of the men still sitting at the gambling table.
Doesn't look Chinese
Then, he and Zhong Muyan saw Jones walking down. He walked to the men in black and talked to them for a few words. The men in black didn't know what they said. Jones looked at the man in front of the gambling table.
glanced at
However, Zhong Muyan still saw that those people were looking for trouble for Jones. He glanced at Yehen and asked for his opinion. Should he go down to take a look and help Jones by the way?
Yehen didn't speak. This was not his casino, but Las Vegas. Jones was not a supervisor, but the boss here.
There is no need for them for such trivial matters, but if Zhong Muyan wants to watch the fun, he has no problem with it
From Ye Hen's eyes, Zhong Muyan understood what he meant, turned around and walked out of the VIP room, and arrived below after a while.
"You must be responsible. He ruined the game. Our master won this game."
When they arrived below, Zhong Muyan understood that the men in black were the men of the man with a cold face. Just hearing what they said, a flash of doubt flashed in Zhong Muyan's eyes.
They actually spoke Japanese
No wonder he felt that way just now. Zhong Muyan thought of this and looked at the man sitting in front of the gambling table. That cold look was only seen by Japanese people, and he was sure that that man must be related to the killer organization.
It's just that they came here to cause trouble. What is their purpose?
"Hurry up or the game will be aborted!"
One of the men in black was still yelling at Jones, who always had a smile on his face. Zhong Muyan knew that it was the usual smile of a casino owner or manager.
Abort the game?
Zhong Muyan stared at the men in black. When he heard these words, a person's face suddenly appeared in his mind. Could it be one of his people?
No! He asked his people to come here to participate in the competition for the God of Gamblers. There is no benefit at all.
Because the person who finally qualified as the God of Gamblers only had a considerable amount of money, which in the eyes of ordinary people can be regarded as a wealth that can rival the country.
This is nothing to him
"Hurry up, otherwise we will announce to the outside media that you are defending those who are cheating and deliberately defrauding customers of their money."
Before Zhong Muyan could finish his thoughts, the man in black who took the lead said something that surprised everyone present.
Cheating money here?
Jones's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at the Japanese man in black who spoke without saying a word.
For the first time, Zhong Muyan found that Jones' cold face was more terrifying than Ye Hen. Maybe he was too familiar with Ye Hen and was used to his dark face.
But Zhong Muyan still began to feel that something was going to happen to those bodyguards in black.
But after a while, he realized that he had made a mistake in his judgment just now
Jones showed his little face again, but this time there was a hint of coldness in it, and the light in his eyes also had a murderous look.
When he saw him, he gestured to the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard brought something over. Zhong Muyan took a closer look. It was a knife.
Glittering with cold light, extremely sharp
When Zhong Muyan saw the knife, he already guessed what Jones was going to do. This was not something that had never happened before in their casino.