Chapter 239 I actually won (seeking a monthly ticket)
**middle.
Boom, the croupier had already slammed the dice cup onto the table, and looked at He Zhenzhong with a sneer on his face.
"Open it." He Zhenzhong pointed.
"Wait a minute." The guy came over, threw a machete on the gambling table with a clang, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said: "Our boss said, if you want to bet, bet bigger, ten million a piece.
Plus a pair of hands. Don’t dare to gamble, get out as soon as possible.”
hiss.
There were gasps all around, and everyone's eyes widened. This bet was too cruel. Moreover, it was too bullying.
Boss? The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly. It seemed that the target person was nearby. This was really good news.
boom.
He slammed the table and yelled angrily: "I'm not afraid to tell you that I really have such a bad temper. Just bet."
An Ran and Tang Xinyi were a little anxious all of a sudden. This game of dice is not about killing people. Can this guy know how to do it? Moreover, this guy doesn't look like someone from China. The security guard who walked in all the way with a gun on guard.
There were no less than thirty of them, not to mention others they hadn't seen.
"very good."
The croupier sneered, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the dice cup.
"Wow."
"One point, one pillar holds the sky up."
"Is there anything smaller than this?"
The people around him suddenly started talking in low voices and looked at He Zhenzhong with pitiful eyes.
The expressions of Situ Lingfeng and the four others remained unchanged, but their fingers moved and bent slightly. This movement allowed them to draw their guns immediately.
In the private room on the second floor.
The guy drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and said with a cold expression, "It's boring, cut off your hands and throw them out."
"yes."
Below, He Zhenzhong gave a thumbs up, "Awesome, but I still want to give it a try."
A dying struggle? Everyone looked at He Zhenzhong, not thinking that he had any chance of winning.
boom.
His right hand slammed on the gaming table.
Wow.
In the dice cup in front of him, six dice bounced up.
His right hand swung forward, grabbed the dice cup, and with a smooth movement, six dice fell into the dice cup instantly.
The croupier opposite suddenly widened his eyes and his heart jumped. Master, this is definitely a master. His movements are smoother and more beautiful than his.
The people around him were also stunned. They never expected that He Zhenzhong had such skills.
But what a pity.
Even if he shakes out a pillar, it will be useless. With the same number of points, the banker will win.
The hand holding the dice cup held by He Zhenzhong was waving faster and faster. Later, some people were horrified to find that there seemed to be an afterimage of that hand.
Blah, blah.
The whole place was quiet, only the sound of the dice colliding could be heard.
The guy in the private room on the second floor also frowned and stared at He Zhenzhong with a gloomy expression. This guy's strength is not weak.
Click.
What?
His eyes suddenly widened, his face changed suddenly, and cracks appeared on the surface of the dice cup, which spread rapidly.
Snapped.
The five fingers of He Zhenzhong's right hand suddenly became a ball.
Boom, the pieces of the dice cup fell.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Everyone stared at He Zhenzhong's right hand with their eyes wide open and their mouths open, gasping continuously.
Gulu.
The croupier opposite couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He Zhenzhong opened his hand, and there was a pile of powder in his palm.
Phew, he blew lightly and the powder flew away, "Sorry, not at all, I won."
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, everyone in the audience reacted and looked at He Zhenzhong in horror. He actually crushed the dice cup and all six dice into powder. This guy is so ****.
An Ran and Tang Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at He Zhenzhong with a hint of admiration in their eyes. This man was really awesome. A real man, no need to explain.
Winning, actually winning, the wealthy gamblers around were all dumbfounded.
The croupier opposite suddenly had a look of death on his face and his body was shaky. He had never thought that a person could win in this way. How did that guy make his hands? How did he have such strength?
The guy in the private room on the second floor also had a gloomy face, "That's a bit interesting. I want to see if you dare."
Then, his words were swallowed whole, and the red wine glass in his hand was crushed with a snap. Damn it, he really did it, there was no ambiguity at all.
under.
call.
Next to He Zhenzhong, before the guy who was delivering the message could react, a hand fell on his collar, and then a huge force surged in, and his body fell onto the gaming table with a thud.
"you."
The guy's face changed and he struggled violently.
Unfortunately, it was of no use.
He Zhenzhong put a foot on his back, quickly reached out with his left hand, grabbed his right hand, pressed it on the gaming table, and picked up the machete still on the gaming table with his right hand.
call.
The hand rises and the knife falls.
puff.
Boom.
Blood spatter.
"Ah." A scream sounded, and the guy's body was twitching in pain.
The faces of the gamblers watching the excitement all changed and they hurriedly backed away. This young man was so ruthless and cut off his hand without any hesitation.
After letting go, He Zhenzhong kicked his foot, grabbed the guy's other hand, held it down, and drew the machete.
puff.
Boom.
He then let go, and the guy fell back to the ground, rolling on the ground, sweating in pain, staring at He Zhenzhong, "Why, why did you cut off my hand?"
He Zhenzhong turned around, his expression did not change at all, took the tissue handed over by An Ran, wiped his hands, "Didn't you come here to bet on a pair of hands? If I don't chop you, who will chop?"
"You, ah." The guy kept yelling in pain and couldn't even speak clearly.
All around, the police security guards drew their guns and pointed them at He Zhenzhong and the others.
Those who were watching the excitement quickly moved back for fear of being accidentally injured. Judging from the current scene, neither side is easy to mess with.
But He Zhenzhong's expression still didn't change at all. He took the cigarette handed over by Tang Xinyi, lit it, took a deep breath, and blew out a smoke ring, "Why, you can't afford to lose 10 million with one pair of hands? Then why bother?
, let’s close it as soon as possible.”
Arrogant, naked arrogance.
This ** has been open for so many years, and this is the first time someone dares to be so arrogant here.
In the private room on the second floor.
"Boss, do you want it?"
The guy waved his hand, "It's interesting, decisive, and ruthless enough. No wonder he was sent out at such a young age. However, a little brat with a little ability really thinks he is invincible? Go and tell them.
, the small competition has passed, but the big one has not yet competed. Give them 10 million in U.S. dollars and ask for banknotes, do you hear me?"
"yes."
He stared at He Zhenzhong's figure and snorted coldly: "This is bigger, let me see if you can change a dice for me? Huh.".