In the third gambling game, as expected by the little kid's clone, Fredick relied on his gifted and sensitive hearing that was far beyond ordinary people to win another victory.
This made Alice on the side feel anxious again.
At present, Fredick, who has won two games, has a high chance of winning this bet.
As long as Freddick wins any of the next two gambling games, she will have to fulfill her bet and go to have dinner with Freddick.
Thinking of this, Alice felt a hint of regret in her heart. Why did she impulsively agree to this bet?
Although Fredick's speech and behavior are very elegant, his appearance is even more impeccable, even compared to those popular male stars, he can't stand it.
As a disciple of Dawson, the master of weapon refining in Eastern Europe, his status is even comparable to that of the heirs of those big families.
It stands to reason that if such an outstanding man, a typical tall, rich and handsome man, invites him to have dinner, even a girl cannot resist his charm and cannot bear to refuse.
But Alice was indifferent to this, and even felt a little disgusted and disgusted.
She doesn't know what's wrong with her?
It's just that she had an intuition and an inexplicable feeling that Fredick was a little uneasy and kind to her.
It was as if Fredick was wearing a hypocritical mask at the moment, and beneath the mask was an extremely evil and ferocious face.
Like an evil ghost that wants to choose people and devour them, Alice is not only frightened, but also a little creepy, with chills running down her spine.
Therefore, she instinctively resisted Fredick.
Fortunately, in the fourth round of gambling, the little boy's avatar came back to win again, which made Alice secretly relieved, and she kept cheering for him in her heart.
And Fredick never expected that he would end up in a draw with the little guy in front of him. It would take the fifth game to decide the winner.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, he had the foresight to give himself the right to bet first.
Otherwise, if he meets this evil little guy in front of him, he may really capsize in the gutter.
While Fredick was pondering, the kid's clone tilted his head and suggested: "It's already the last game anyway, how about we just put all our chips on it and decide the outcome in one go?"
Glancing at the nearly 10 million chips in front of the kid's clone, Fredick raised his eyebrows, with a playful smile unnoticeably revealed at the corner of his mouth.
Although Fredick didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the little brat's clone, he thought he had a chance to win. Since this little guy wanted to play something exciting, he would risk his life to accompany the gentleman and have fun with this little guy.
A handful.
As a result, Fredick only hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to the little kid's clone proposal.
The conversation between the two people did not deliberately lower their voices and deliberately concealed it from everyone present. Therefore, when they heard that they were about to put all the chips in their hands to determine the winner or lose, the expressions on the faces of everyone present were either shocked or surprised.
Excited or nervous, it’s all there.
Even the casino croupier, who was accustomed to big winds and waves, couldn't help but take a deep look at the two of them. His eyes flickered, and he paused for a moment on the chips in front of them.
Alice originally wanted to persuade the little kid's clone not to be impulsive, but seeing that he was sitting in his seat at leisure, with a calm expression on his face, Alice swallowed back the words that were on her lips.
"A genius monster like Mr. Wang, who has become a master of weapon refining at a young age, is enough to look down upon the world."
"This means that with his temper, he will never give up easily."
"In that case, let me wait and see how Mr. Wang can turn things around?"
Soon, the dice cup was shaking in the hands of the croupier from slow to fast.
The little kid's clone immediately focused on Freddick, to be precise, it should be his pair of slightly trembling ears.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the kid's clone grinned, no longer hesitating.
The next second, the little kid's clone coughed with a sonic attack, like a giant hammer hitting Fredick's head hard.
He was hit so hard that he felt dizzy, his ears felt like yellow bells were roaring, and his eardrums were trembling constantly.
After a long while, Fredick, who looked slightly pale, stared at the kid clone with a horrified expression: "You..."
"Favorability from Fredik Garcia, -66..."
"Sorry, my throat is a bit dry." The kid's clone said as he calmly took a bottle of royal mineral water from Alice's hand. After unscrewing the bottle cap, he drank two small sips and then stopped.
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Then, when his eyes glanced at the dice cup that the dealer had placed on the gaming table again, his pupils shrank and his heart began to beat wildly.
However, he quickly looked away and glanced at the dealer who was pretending to be calm, causing the little kid to sneer inwardly.
"I didn't expect that there are still people who want to take advantage of me?"
Thinking like this, the little kid's clone looked at Fredick with a smile but not a smile: "Brother, stop dawdling and place your bet quickly!"
Hearing this, Fredick's eyelids jumped wildly. After the scene just now, he was certain and certain that the little guy in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.
From the moment this little guy discovered that he was cheating by relying on his sensitive hearing, and thought of using sonic power to influence himself, it all revealed the extraordinary nature of this little guy in front of him.
"Could it be that...he is really China's new mysterious weapon refining master?"
Once this idea came up, it grew like a weed and couldn't be contained.
It took a long time before Fredick, who was in a state of panic, suppressed the throbbing in his heart. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to put all my money on you!"
After saying that, he pushed the chips in front of him onto the small circle written on the gaming table.
Seeing this, the little boy's clone nodded noncommittally.
But out of the corner of his eye, he was always paying attention to the dealer.
At this moment, seeing his heartbeat speeding up and his forehead starting to sweat due to nervousness, the kid's clone couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
"It's not that easy to steal my money!"
"Let me see how you will end up next?"
As soon as he thought of this, the kid's clone, which touched the heartstrings of everyone present, calmly and calmly arranged the chips in front of him into a neat pile.
The next second, the kid's clone very proudly pushed down all the piles of chips in front of him.
"Here, I'll be surrounded and die, three to one!"
Everyone present originally wanted to complain about his idleness, why did he arrange the chips so neatly, but in the end, they were pushed down by him?
However, they were no longer able to complain at this moment, and each of them looked at the little kid's clone like a fool.
Are you crazy about money? You actually bet on dice with odds as high as 1:150?
Isn’t this a clear statement of giving money to the banker?