Jiao Jiao waited at the port early, and then boarded the gambling boat ready to set off on time. A few hours later, the cruise ship arrived on the high seas. There are ten protagonists today, and Jiaomu Jiao is undoubtedly one of them.
No matter how luxurious the cruise ship is, Jiaomu Jiao's eyesight is only at the gambling table in front of him, because the final task that Dai Jun has given him is to win this game. Today's rule is very simple, nine dice, than the size. The bottom of each round is one million, and you need to double your capital if you want to see other people's dice. If you raise five times directly, the round is over and the person with the highest points gets all the chips on the table. Everyone has 20 million gambling funds, and all of them have been replaced by chips.
Before the opening, Jiao Mu Jiao carefully observed the expressions of the people, but it was a pity that he could not see anything. Everyone present had a cold face, and they didn't even have the politeness they should have. The waiter stood with his hands hanging down, besides these ten people, surrounded by guests watching the game, this purely technical fight alone, and it is not forbidden to make an alliance with Chiwa, this kind of game itself is attractive enough, on the cruise ship. Almost all the guests gathered here, engrossed in the fantasy game. He had seen a lot of Jiao Jiao in such scenes, but he didn't know what happened, he always felt that something was wrong. When the game started, Jiao Mu Jiao suddenly understood.
Because the methods of these ten people are too rough to be counted as second-rate poison. This kind of gambling originally relied on personal skills to roll out the largest number of points in the hand, and then rely on hearing to judge the points of others, so as to decide whether or not to raise. Because the dice cup is made of pure gold, it is very heavy to hold it, so even the Jiaomu Jiao is not sure to roll out the points he wants, but with his keen sense of hearing, he can judge the size of the surrounding three houses.
The one who was farthest from him was a yellow-faced man. The only person who could threaten him in this round should be this man. Seeing that he was quite proficient in shaking the dice, and he looked like his old friend. Is he going to compete with himself? Or is there another picture? Jiao Jiao did his best to move all the gambling books of the two nearby companies into his own hands after more than a dozen rounds.
There were five people in the place. In addition to himself and the yellow-faced man, there were three lucky guys, but in the eyes of Jiao Mu Jiao, these people were nothing but sheep. Soon, these three were in the yellow-faced man. Lost completely with his own design.
It's finally here! Now is the real decisive battle! The yellow-faced man’s tactics are surprising, but it is not his tactics that makes Jiao Mu Jiao suspicious, but the current share of the chips of both sides. This person is definitely not just for winning money... The other eight are intentionally or unknowingly by this person. Introduced their own traps and left one after another. But the point is that this yellow-faced man doesn't seem to be winning for himself, what he did, it seemed to be to squeeze other people away, and then have a one-on-one chance with himself.
The person who had lost all the chips had left the field, Jiao Mu Jiao couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "Lao Mo, I didn't expect to meet you here. I said, besides you, who else can play such tricks." It turned out Jiao Jiao. The bargaining chip in his hand is not too much, just one hundred million, and the yellow-faced man also has one hundred million. I think that when he was expedition to Mr. Liang in the east, Jiao Mu Jiao and the Eagle King Lao Mo fought once, and the final result was that he won. Is this guy not giving up and has to find his place here
In normal times, it would be okay to give him a hand, but not today. Dai Junchou gave himself a death order to win this round. But now that the gambling is in progress, it seems that Jiao Mu Jiao understands something.
"No way, people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves." The yellow-faced man is Lao Mo, with a wry smile on his face, "You and I are just chess pieces in such a dispute." After finishing his words, he was disappointed, "How about you? I'll decide the outcome of a game? I've been gambling all my life, and I haven't really fought with you by luck."
"That's a good idea." Jiao Mu Jiao didn't say much, and pushed all the chips onto the table. "We don't have to rely on technology in this round. Whatever we roll is what we roll." Look, shook it and clasped it on the table.
Old Mo picked up the dice cup, swayed it a few times, and then deducted it, making a gesture of please. The winning or losing between the two of them has no meaning.
"Twenty-nine o'clock." Jiao Mu Jiao took the lead in opening the dice cup.
"Twenty-five o'clock. It seems that your luck is better." Lao Mo pushed the chip, "You won. Is it useful? Useless." Chess pieces will never know what the chess player thinks, and Lao Mo and Jiaomu Jiao is undoubtedly two crucial chess pieces.
While the gamble above was in full swing, a young man sat in the cafe on the second floor of the cruise ship, holding a copy of the Apple Daily in his hand, full of gossip news. The young man was also fascinated by it, and he didn't realize that there was someone sitting next to him.
The visitors didn't say much, they just looked at the young man in front of him quietly, and waited until he finished flipping the newspaper in his hand. Finally he said: "Don't pretend, I don't believe you can't see it. It's been a long time, Brother Wang." The young man was not surprised. He raised his head and glanced at each other, then put down the newspaper in his hand and put his hands on the table. "This One game, I lost." The visitor didn't look at the young man, and played with the manicure file in his hand. Looking carefully, it was a knife, no more than an inch long, hanging on the keychain. Unremarkable. "It is an honor to be able to win a game in the hands of Lord Thousand Doors." The young man was Dai Junchoi, and this old brother Wang who sat down was the one who was assassinated in the previous period. The lord king takes a knife.
"When did you guess that I was not dead?" Wang Yidao carefully mended his nails and said slowly.
"It's only a few days." Daijun asked casually.
"Oh? I'm very curious. I thought I could give you a surprise." Unfortunately, Wang Yidao didn't seem curious at all. All this was his plan, just like Dai Junchou could sit here, everything All in his grasp.
"Actually speaking, it's simple. Mr. Gao Maimen Chen left me a box. Unfortunately, there is nothing inside, but the lock is very special. No one except me and Su Hai Harrier can open it, so the box Not the key, the lock is the key.
Later, it was Kui Mulang's death. Was that your hand, right? This knife was used? "Dai Juncao glanced at the knife in Wang Yidao's hand, "The workmanship is really good." That's right. It is a pity that although he died, he gave me the most important clue. He was holding a cigarette in his hand, which was to be exact, holding it tightly. I didn’t think about it at first, but later I figured it out. It’s you who can be related to cigarettes. Last time I left you, you gave me a cigarette that was very easy to smoke, and then I transferred it to Kui Mulang. . He must have found out the truth that you are not dead, so you have to kill yourself. "