Cheng Yingsi looked at the woman in front of her calmly, with some suspicions in her heart.
"Who are you?"
Ruolan's face was expressionless: "This question is meaningless. No matter who I am, you have to follow me! So, don't waste your time. We don't have much time, we have to be as soon as possible!"
While talking, Ruolan took out the key, opened one of Cheng Yingsi's handcuffs, and then cuffed it on her wrist.
In this way, Cheng Yingsi's detention point changed from a fixed point to a mobile point.
She had many questions in her mind, but she also knew that now was not the time to talk.
After Ruolan finished handling this, the tomboy and the skinny woman followed.
The three men ignored the shouts of other female prisoners and directly used their guns to clear the way.
He shot open the lock on the fence, kicked open the fence, opened the car door, and jumped out one after another.
At this moment, a yellow convertible car suddenly emerged from the roadside, roaring loudly like an angry bull, and jumped onto the road.
He made a final emergency swerve and stopped steadily next to the prison car.
The driver was a fat man wearing sunglasses. Looking at his round face and the shape of his shirt and suspenders, you could tell he was also an unconventional guy.
He glanced at the prison car, then at the handcuffs on Ruolan and Cheng Yingsi's hands. There was no unnecessary expression on his face. He just raised his chin and said, "Did you call the car?"
"One hundred thousand dollars!"
"boarding."
A few simple words made the fat man's heart burst with joy.
Ruolan stretched out her hand to open the car door and pushed Cheng Yingsi in. With this force, she also sat in.
The female man and the skinny woman jumped up from both sides and sat in the back row.
Before they could sit firmly, the fat man stepped on the accelerator, and the rear tires burned out rapidly. As a thick white smoke dispersed, the car shot out like a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye it was gone.
It rushed out for hundreds of meters and quickly disappeared.
At this time, the other female prisoners who escaped from the prison car swarmed down like confused ducks.
The two female prisoners running at the front looked bitterly at the direction in which the car disappeared and cursed.
…
On the gambling boat, under the somewhat surprised eyes of the surrounding audience, the names of those who successfully advanced appeared on the big screen at the back.
Eight tables and thirty-two people competed with their wisdom and scheming for an hour. Only two people could meet the conditions and qualify for the finals.
This really surprised everyone.
In the eyes of everyone, the current contestants are not the gamblers who make noises in the casino. Each one of them individually is a well-known guy who can make a living in the anchor world.
Even if the brutality of such a master's fight will increase slightly, it will still be within a reasonable range.
The number of people who advance should be between three and five. I didn't expect it to be so few.
The host appeared again, standing between the two with a smile on his face.
"Everyone, the results of the qualifiers have come out. Although it is incredible, they were indeed chosen within the rules.
So let us warmly welcome the finalists, Japanese gambling king Ms. Umegawa Nana and Singaporean gambling king Mr. Tan Jincheng."
As the host's tone rose, the audience applauded Mianzi.
Chen Jincheng is leaning on a dark civilized stick, and the handshake is carved from ivory. It is exquisite and elegant yet noble. With his image, it is really intimidating.
The Japanese woman next to her was wearing a full-dress kimono, with a standard woman's bun on her head, and an exaggerated hairpin stuck diagonally behind her head. Against that delicate little face and slender figure,
Very eye-catching.
Amid the applause of the crowd, the woman bowed slightly and Chen Jincheng clasped his fists in greeting.
The host waited for a few seconds for the applause to fade away before speaking again: "According to the rules of the competition, the next two contestants will have a certain amount of rest. After some of them have fully recovered, the finals will officially begin...
At that time, the two of you will face off against the god of gambling, Mr. Gao Jin..."
"Sorry! Interrupt!"
The Japanese woman suddenly spoke up, attracting everyone's attention.
The woman bowed respectfully to everyone, took the microphone, and said calmly: "I want to say one thing. This little girl has little talent and little knowledge. Although she has admired the name of the God of Gamblers for a long time, she admires his superb skills and wants to have a showdown with him.
High or low.
But the little girl is self-aware and knows that she is not his opponent yet, and she will only humiliate herself if she fights head-on, so she decided to give up her qualification for the finals and transfer the funds in my hand to Mr. Chen Jincheng!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
The host was also a little stunned. He looked at the Japanese woman and then at Chen Jincheng, who was smiling with no surprise on his face.
I know that the two people have reached an agreement a long time ago.
He shook his head and asked: "So, can Miss Umekawa do this?"
There was an anxious chatter in the seats of the notary and the referee nearby, and one person stood up and said loudly: "In principle, it is possible! Miss Umekawa did not break the rules.
What she did was equivalent to a one-on-one duel with Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen won.
It has no impact on the final bet, and it is fine if both parties to the gift agree.
However, since this breaks the basic rules of the previous Gambling King Competition, the competition will punitively deduct Mr. Chen’s rest time. I wonder if you are willing?"
The host quickly handed the microphone to Chen Jincheng.
Chen Jincheng said with a smile: "It's just what I want. I can't wait to play against Mr. Gao, the god of gambling!"
The man on the referee's bench nodded: "Since there is no point, the final will officially start in fifteen minutes!"
In the booth, A Hong leaned against Gao Ning's arms, took out a grape from the fruit plate next to her, carefully pulled off the skin, and stuffed it into Gao Ning's mouth.
"I always feel like this old guy is up to something!"
Gao Ning chewed and tasted the sweetness of the grapes, and said: "Isn't his purpose obvious enough? He wants to defeat the God of Gamblers! This guy is going crazy wanting to be famous. He wishes he could throw Gao Jin off the altar right now, and himself
Do it.”
A Hong shook his head: "It's not strange to have this idea, it's just his method..."
Ah Hong didn't say the rest of the words, but the meaning was already obvious.
The method was too crude. It didn't look like it could be done by someone of such an age. Instead, it looked like a plan drawn up by a young man in his early twenties, a desperate move without regard for the consequences.
In fact, Gao Ning also felt strange about this.
He is a gambling fiend and is also known as the Gambling King of Singapore. If he had been acting like this, he would probably have died countless times.
But what is shown now is a bit too clumsy.
Was it intentional, trying to lure the snake out of its hole?
Or does this old guy think that now that we have reached this point, there is no need to be secretive?
In short, if this old guy only has this level of skill, he may not even be able to sit still as a gambling demon!
Could it be that even the title of Singapore's Gambling King was obtained by using money to clear the way and unlimited cheating?
