Nan Zhou held two joker cards in his hand, followed Jiang Fang's style and slowly rubbed them in the palm of his hand.
The two cards handed over by Jiang Fang made him intuitively feel the thickness of the cards.
And Jiang Fang's full display just now has made Nan Zhou remember what a new deck looks like and how to sort it.
Even if you add a deck of cards, it's the same for Nan Zhou.
As he said, Jiang Fang steadily took out an A of Hearts and spread it on the table.
He whistled softly.
Nan Zhou touched the back of his neck, and had the urge to lift the back of his neck like a fox, but in the end, he obediently lowered his hand and wiped his pants with his index finger and thumb. suture.
That redness scorched Jiang Zhengping's eyes.
His face turned pale: "...you violated the rules!"
"Why?" Nan Zhou asked in a good manner.
"People outside this game can't interfere in the game!"
Nan Zhou said, "From the time you interrupted just now, I thought you had acquiesced that anyone could interfere in the game."
Nan Zhou said, "Otherwise, what were you doing just now?"
Jiang Zhengping was directly blocked.
Jiang Fang tugged at the corner of Nan Zhou's windbreaker, and began to put his hands together again, bowing to him with a smile, and motioning for him to help him choose the next card.
This time, Nan Zhou was silent for a while.
Jiang Fang didn't rush, just waited with a smile, a gesture of 100% trust.
Nan Zhou lived up to his expectations and gave the answer: "Try the 16th picture."
When Jiang Fang's hand pressed the 16th card, Jiang Zhengping held the other side of the card one step ahead of him.
Jiang Fang used his knuckles to press against the corner of the card, so as to prevent him from stealing the card and changing the card: "What's wrong? Mr. Jiang, I have to change the rules again."
Jiang Zhengping was silent, but pressed the card edge harder and harder, as if it was his last life-saving straw.
In just a few moments, Jiang Zhengping was already standing on the edge of darkness.
The most terrifying thing was that he didn't know whether the bottomless abyss was in front or behind.
Should I take a step forward or take a step back
Or, whether before or after, it is all abyss
He fixedly looked at Nan Zhou and said dumbly, "How did you do it?"
Nan Zhou Ye
Not quite sure how I did it.
His brain is inherently peculiar, especially sensitive to paper.
He already knew the order of the cards and the thickness of the cards in advance, so he naturally built a three-dimensional model similar to a book in his mind.
Dai Xuelin's shuffling action was equivalent to dismantling the book and constantly making corrections to the orientation of the cards. Of course he remembered where each page went.
Unless it is Jiang Fang's high-speed shuffling that is completely close to the limit of the human body, it will interfere with his modeling speed.
Nan Zhou replied in a general way: "It's very simple."
As he said that, he looked at Dai Xuelin again: "The speed at which you cut cards..."
When he noticed that Dai Xuelin's complexion was close to ashen, and he seemed to be suffocating and fainting at any time, considering that he might be needed in the next game, he considered his tone and said politely, "Not very soon."
Jiang Fang burst out laughing.
In fact, Jiang Zhengping didn't really want to know how Nan Zhou did it.
He just wanted to buy himself a little more time to think.
Blackjack card, never break the rules.
As a person outside the court, he also intervened in the gambling game, and did not accuse Nan Zhou of his behavior at all.
On the stakes, he could still have an opinion.
Previously, the maximum bet for each round was 100,000 points. Jiang Fang directly shouted at 100,000 points this time. In addition to the 10,000 he won before, it has exceeded the upper limit.
But even if Jiang Fang deducted 10,000 bets, compared with 90,000 points and 100,000 points, it would be fatal to Dai Xuelin, the bookmaker.
He had lost so much in the previous games that he couldn't afford such a high bet!
Jiang Zhengping was in shock, and suddenly the back of his finger felt a burning pain.
Taking advantage of his instinct to shrink his hand, Jiang Fang retrieved the 16th ranked card while taking back the hook.
10 of Spades + Ace of Hearts, a standard pair of "Black Jack".
With his index finger, he lightly flicked the edge of the two cards standing side by side, raised his eyes, and looked at Dai Xuelin, who was already facing golden paper, and the pitiful "2" in front of him.
In any case, he couldn't get a higher hand than "Black Jack."
Jiang Fang didn't say anything yet, and Dai Xuelin felt as if he was being attacked by a giant
He clenched his hand, and after a sharp stinging pain, the Haiti turned upside down and made a commotion.
His trembling knees slammed the chair back in a panic.
Wen Jiasheng and Dai Xuebin beside him stood in shock.
On the entire poker table, only the winning Jiang Fang did not move like a mountain, still sitting firmly where he was.
Because of being overly nervous, Dai Xuelin vomited a blank mind. When he straightened up, looking through his hazy vision, he felt that the heaven and the earth were deforming, soft like a snake, and the carpets and table tops in front of him had all changed shape and jolted. Twisted, bulged and collapsed, gradually wrapping him in the middle, kneading and pressing like a dough.
His fingertips clenched the cracks of the table, his fingertips were bloodshot, and he was still unconscious: "I... can't pay..."
Jiang Fang had already threw his cards back into the deck, gathered all the cards on the table together, grasped them with one hand with his left hand, and ejected them one by one from his left hand to his right.
The speed is the beat of Dai Xuelin's heartbeat on the opposite side, one beat, another beat.
Dai Xuelin muttered: "I don't have 100,000 points..."
Jiang Fang put on a good negotiating posture: "90,000 will do."
Dai Xuelin almost put his head in his chest and repeated mechanically, "No..."
Jiang Fang did not change his smile, and suggested in a brisk tone, "Don't you still have hands and feet?"
Dai Xuelin's mouth moved slightly, and he looked like he wanted to vomit, but unfortunately his stomach was empty and he couldn't vomit.
Jiang Fang looked at him with a tone like a piece of pig hanging on a meat weighing rack: "...According to the previous estimate, the hands and feet are worth 40,000 points in total, and the heart is worth 50,000, which is exactly 90,000."
Jiang Zhengping was stunned, and his back was densely covered with goosebumps, and the logic chain in his brain was connected one by one.
This man is so vicious as if he had calculated it!
From the moment he entered the casino, Jiang Fang never planned to play probability with them.
Previously, he showed his ability unreservedly, one is to win, and the other is to let them notice the loopholes in the rules as soon as possible and lure them to revise the rules.
Then, he can take this as a threat, take the opportunity to add the rules he wants, and use their psychology of seeking victory and comeback, and then, when it is the turn of Dai Xuelin, a player who has almost run out of points, realize this absolute one-hit sure. kill!
90,000 points, no more or no less, just enough to buy the exhausted Dai Xue
Lin's life.
Jiang Fang continued to use a seductive tone and said chilling words: "Oh. It seems to be just right."
Hearing Jiang Fang's words, Dai Xuelin felt sore and hot in his nose, which made him dizzy.
Before that, he was willing to be hands and feet because he thought he still had the possibility to win.
Hands and feet are nothing but bargaining chips.
He didn't panic until there was a real possibility of losing his hands, feet and even his heart.
If he died because he voluntarily made deals with people, he would really become data garbage in the recycle bin just like Tang Song!
All kinds of uncertainties made him soften his hands and feet and fell on the chair. After a long period of stunned, he grabbed Wen Jiasheng, who was stunned beside him, and staggered him.
Dai Xuelin's voice was inaudible: "Lend me..."
Wen Jiasheng was also in panic and couldn't respond for a while: "Huh?"
"Lend me!" Dai Xuelin shouted like a thunderbolt, "Lend me the points! I don't want to die!"
Wen Jiasheng was yelled inexplicably, and instinctively wanted to brush his hands away, but found that those hands were steel-like and unshakable.
Dai Xuelin said angrily: "You agreed to their bullshit rules first! If you agree, you have to be responsible! We are one, aren't we? Our points should be used together!"
Wen Jiasheng's shirt was soiled by Dai Xuelin's hand stained with a little vomit. He felt disgusted in his heart, and his expression became more and more disgusting and indifferent: "I agreed, but you agreed too!"
Seeing Wen Jiasheng's unwillingness to borrow, Dai Xuelin became more and more flustered: "Aren't you like a dream now? Don't you want to win?! If I die, how can I win?"
Wen Jiasheng was also suffering and could not tell.
"Game of Kings" has ruined their 50,000 points.
If obediently handed over the 90,000 points, what room would they have to win
Dai Xuelin is dead, and Gao Wei can still manage to send in new people.
When they run out of points, they are completely screwed.
Do they really want to be like desperate gamblers, accompany the Dai brothers to gamble with each other
Seeing that Wen Jiasheng was silent, Dai Xuelin rushed towards Dai Xuebin, begging with tears in his eyes, "Brother! Brother!"
Dai Xuebin is also full of depression, and he can't help
.
Even if they add up and treat their limbs as human beings, there are only 80,000.
Dai Xuelin quickly realized this, like a trapped beast circling twice, his eyes locked on Qu Jinsha next to him, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Bet him!" He pointed at Qu Jinsha suddenly, "His legs, his hands are also worth 40,000, aren't they?! And his heart—"
Qu Jinsha's face froze.
But only for a moment.
Because Jiang Fang's voice sounded quite calmly: "No, I don't want him."
He was not in a hurry at all, even with a gentle smile, he mercilessly destroyed Dai Xuelin's last spiritual support: "I want yours."
Thinking of his future, Young Master Dai finally had a nervous breakdown and blurted out, "I'm not playing anymore!"
At this moment, he forgot all the roars of the strategy team in his ears.
It doesn't matter if he wins or not! Fuck him!
Why should he obediently die and wait for the newcomer to fill his seat
He wants to quit, to admit defeat, to go home!
"Oh~" Jiang Fang stroked his lower lip, "One of the representatives of 'Rumeng' said he didn't play anymore."
He looked at Qu Jinsha: "Boss Qu, what do you say?"
Qu Jinsha turned the cold face of the Arhat into a Buddha-like smile: "I am willing to admit defeat, I have always been such a rule here."
Wen Jiasheng's face changed greatly, and he grabbed Dai Xuelin who was about to retreat: "Hey! Are you crazy?"
Jiang Zhengping also held him back, even though he knew in his heart that Jiang Fang's scheming had succeeded, he still refused to let the chaos continue like this: "Don't—"
The next second, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his cheek, as if someone had slapped him lightly.
An ace of hearts slipped from his cheek and landed in front of his toes.
At the same time, there was also the ace of spades that hit Wen Jiasheng's face.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a grass flower a also popped into Dai Xuelin's eyes.
He let out an "ah" in pain, covered his eyes and bent down.
Jiang Fang raised the card in his palm and aimed it at Dai Xuebin's face. He clenched his fingertips slightly, and popped out a square a, which also hit Dai Xuebin's right cheek, leaving a red mark.
After playing four people's faces with four cards, Jiang Fang stared coldly at the farce, and for the first time restrained himself.
With a smile: "I said, I didn't agree with you to admit defeat, right?"
"No one is allowed to admit defeat, let me continue to play."