The collective was in an uproar. They did not expect that the previous God of Gamblers lost the first game, and lost completely. Although no one else was higher than Mo Li, only Jiang Yan, Mo Li still lost. Regardless of whether he lost by one,
Still lose a bunch.
"But the one who laughs last is the winner, right?"
Li Qiye was lazy and noble. He changed his posture, handed the red wine in his hand to the girl next to him, and began to look at Jiang Yan seriously.
"Indeed! Let's get started."
Jiang Yan was obviously not moved by Mo Li's death struggle. He waved his hand without being arrogant or impetuous. With familiar facial features and a different aura, Jiang Yan turned out to be a master.
Li Qiye waved his hand and asked the girl to start dealing the cards. Everyone else held their breath and concentrated. No one dared to breathe hard for fear of disturbing the game.
Li Qiye pinched the cards in his hand and waved his hand for the girl to continue dealing the cards. Finally, he turned them over and Jiang Yan shrugged. Half of the price in front was pushed to the middle. He looked like he had a chance to win.
The others have already lost their cards, for fear of involving a war between two people.
"open!"
Li Qiye squinted his eyes, looking like a general, not panicking at all.
"You win!"
Jiang Yan opened the cards and nodded to express his appreciation for Li Li's performance.
At this moment, the price in front of Jiang Yan was the same as before, neither more nor less.
"I just said, this young boy must be lucky!!"
"I think so. How could the God of Gamblers be defeated so easily?"
People around him were talking, some were skeptical, but some were in agreement... "Prince Flame must be based on his strength!" The girls' support rate increased sharply.
"I think it should be strong, otherwise there is no reason to be so confident!"
Some people also keep speculating that what was originally a one-person competition has become one-on-one, and Jiang Yan and Mo Li are left with the last match. If Jiang Yan loses, Mo Li will succeed in the challenge.
Otherwise, Jiang Yan's attack was successful.
"The attack competition will continue!"
The cards went back and forth in front of the two people. Nine of the eleven people had lost two games in a row. Only Jiang Yan and Mo Li were left...
Jiang Yan was very relaxed, and there was silence all around. Murong Xing, who was not far away, stroked his beard and said, "Jiang family boy, your son is not bad! It seems that Li Moli can't compare!"
Murong Xing patted Jiang Yunlan on the shoulder. This boy had a chance to compete with his grandson.
"Mr. Murong, thank you, thank you!!"
Jiang Yunlan's smile widened and she glanced at Leng Tianhao provocatively, "My son, do you have a son? Are you comparable to him?"
Leng Tianhao clenched his fists and said, "Go and call Leng October." He whispered in Leng Yi's ear.
"But Master, Master, is that okay?" Leng Yi was worried. This is a casino, not a tennis match.
"Just go and call. As for whether you can do it or not, you have to do it." Leng Tianhao ordered forcefully. Leng Yi lowered his head and walked out of the casino immediately.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's not like we're looking for foreign aid, it's probably too late now!" Jiang Yunlan looked at the two of them whispering, the coldness suddenly left, and he sarcastically raised his chin proudly. He finally felt proud.
"You don't have to worry about it!" Leng Tianhao said with a cold face. He could only endure Jiang Yunlan's provocation and wait until Leng October comes to see how arrogant he becomes.
"Hahaha... I'm worried about you not vomiting blood!"
Unless Jiang Yunlan stepped on Leng Tianhao to the end, the anger in his heart would never dissipate, releasing the resentment he had held for a long time. Jiang Yunlan also saw the color of Tianqing on his face.