Under the guidance of the beautiful courtesy lady, countless leaders entered the casino.
Suddenly, the crowd began to exclaim again:
"Who is that?"
Is there anyone who can come to the scene who has not seen the world? Being able to exclaim here, it can be seen that what they see is absolutely extraordinary.
All eyes were looking in one direction for a time, and a dozen black luxury cars were slowly approaching from a corner. On both sides of more than a dozen vehicles, there were more than a hundred uniform men running forward, all of them in all black attire. The walkie-talkie in both hands!
Now everyone can think about the formation of Zhou Run in God of Gamblers. But here is worse than the shot in God of Gamblers. Such a big pomp made everyone stunned! I just don't know who is inside? But it's not easy to guess the person inside with the ass.
Not only were these people dumbfounded, but the leaders who had previously entered the casino stopped curiously, turning their heads and looking back.
With the attention of countless people, an elongated Rollslas stopped on the edge of the carpet. The ten bodyguards outside the car stepped back two meters each, their actions were surprisingly consistent! Then another bodyguard on the side stepped forward to pull the car door.
Everyone held their breath, wanting to see who the people in this car are and why there is such a big show. But the biggest candidate in everyone's mind is Han Feng, the Lord of the Punishment.
"I haven't seen him for a year and a half, but the prisoner is in a pomp."
God-controlled boss Xiao Zhan glanced at the talking company leader, and said in a deep voice: "In the past year, I didn't know what kind of stimulant he had taken in the punishment, and he began to continuously eliminate the evil forces, almost none of them stayed."
The leader of the League sighed: "Yes, compared to the low-key penalties in previous years, the current penalties can be described as the killing gods of the dark world. Whoever touches the mold will cause trouble to the upper body."
Listening to the conversation of the God-controlled boss and the leader of the Brotherhood League, the non-eating pyrotechnic woman at the side just glanced at it and said nothing. He looked at the car.
As everyone talked, the door of the Laslas slowly opened, and a foot wearing a black leather shoe that could be used as a mirror was lifted out of the car, and then a hand with leather gloves was placed on the door of the car. At the next moment, a head came out of the car, and gradually the whole body came out of the car. Everyone looked at this person with the same thought: Who is this person
"This is not the master of the punishment!"
"Yeah, who is this guy? Why is there such a pomp?"
Following the suspicion of everyone, the man who got out of the car was wearing a white shirt, black bow tie and a delicate black tuxedo.
This man is 1.8 meters tall, has a well-proportioned figure and fair skin, but he wears a half-mask on his face. This mask is black and delicate. Wearing it above the man’s nose does not feel superfluous. On the contrary, it adds something to him. A feeling of art and mystery, revealing lips and eyes. There was a kind of vicissitudes of wisdom in the eyes, and a vaguely domineering.
The long hair of the shawl was combed back to his head, and it looked very bright in the night light. With an expressionless face and indifferent eyes, he swept at the crowd.
"Welcome the judge!"
A neat and loud voice yelled from the black-clothed men on both sides of the carpet. The shout shocked everyone. Then the masked man nodded and stepped onto the red carpet.
The leader of the League watched the judge coming, and for a moment became angry: "What is the master of the penalty? It is totally unreasonable to let someone else come for such an important meeting."
Xiao Zhan, the boss of God Control, looked at the judge who came over, and asked suspiciously: "Do you think this judge is a bit familiar?"
The leader of the League took a deep look at Xiao Zhan, then nodded: "It's a bit familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it?"
The judge walked up to the heads, and said with a low head, "The prisoner is ill, and hereby let me, the black-faced judge, attend this summit meeting on his behalf. The seniors who want to see the honor of the prisoner, said I'm sorry for letting you down."
This extraordinary forty-storey casino city, with the arrival of the leaders. The 30 floors below have opened the road of gambling to the leaders and entourage. The persons who can accompany are those with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of wealth. The lively gamble began.
The floors above thirty were all under martial law, because the top was where the summits were held.
In a large conference room, the leaders of the dark world from all over the world gathered together, and there were a hundred and eighty people in a random sweep. These people are sitting around a large circular conference table with some green plants in the middle of the conference table, which are used to purify the air.
A soft cough caught everyone's attention. I saw a man wearing a mask standing next to the boss chair in front of the conference table. The man looked straight ahead and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You are in the wrong position."
It turned out that the boss chair was occupied by a British man in his early forties. This British man is the executive president of a European criminal consortium, worth hundreds of billions, and is called Kaijie.
In previous years, his father attended the summit meetings. But the year before last, his father died of a heart attack, and everything fell on Kaijie, who took over as the consortium. I don’t know how deep the summit talks are. He thought he would stomped his feet and the world economy would tremble, and he should be the boss here. Little did he know that he was wrong.
For a while, the leaders in the conference room watched this scene with the eyes of a theater. Because whoever sits on that boss chair is the master of the dark world, and it can also be said to be a symbol of identity and authority. Generally, people with self-knowledge will not grab a seat, after all, that is the exclusive position of the Lord of the Punishment.
Kaijie wore a pair of gold glasses, turned his head slightly and glanced at the masked Asian man beside him, smiled in English and said, "Am I wrong?"
The masked man nodded, his deep gaze lowered, and he looked at Kaijie with a smile: "No matter who you are, I will give you three numbers and start immediately."
Kaijie is a face-saving person. Hearing this, he glanced at the crowd and found that they were all laughing. I couldn't help but get angry, and said without a smile: "I will also give you three numbers, and you will immediately disappear next to me."
"I don't know how high the sky is." The masked man lowered his head slightly and leaned close to Kaijie's face: "Look at my face clearly, see me later, hear my name, and walk around two countries."
"Heh." Kaijie sneered and looked at the masked man: "Are you ill?"
"Remember, punish prison, judge with black face." The masked male voice fell, and he spit out: "3!"
The 3-word exit, a series of "click" bone cracks were unusually loud in the conference room. The next moment an object quickly passed everyone's sight, and fell heavily on the tail of the conference table.
Blood kept spilling from Kaijie's mouth, and his limbs twitched while lying on the ground, because his limbs were abruptly crushed by the black-faced judge's hands. The rest of my life can only be spent lying down in **.
Many people in the conference room were shocked by this cruel scene. Although these pictures are usually not uncommon for them, they still dare not mess around in this place where the leaders are gathered. They all became jealous of the black-faced judge and remembered that this black-faced judge is not easy to mess with. Compared with previous years of imprisonment master Han Feng's overbearing, it is worse than that.
A woman sitting in the southeast corner of the conference room cast a curious look at the black-faced judge. I saw this woman wearing a black V-shaped one-piece dress with white fur on her shoulders. The lipstick on her mouth looked unusually bright and eye-catching. The blue eye shadow had a shocking magical power. A smile seemed so mature, beautiful and charming.
The black-faced judge also noticed the woman and nodded slightly as a sign of courtesy.
"It seems that the Lord of the Punishment has completely handed over you power."
Hearing this, the black-faced judge turned his gaze to the leader of the alliance, and said nothing. Then he shrugged, and the tuxedo on his body was taken away by the subordinate next to him.
A pair of deep gazes glanced at the crowd, wearing a delicate vest, a white shirt, and a tie, he sat on a chair.
Taking a sip of the teacup in front of him, the hands and feet are the focal points of the conference room. And he put his right hand on the conference table, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, and the loud sound that came out attracted everyone. It seemed that all the heartbeats were beating with the rhythm of his tapping the tabletop.
Putting down the tea cup, glanced at everyone, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Don't look at me like that. Speak freely, let's start."
The global summit meeting is nothing more than discussing some cooperation, discussing solutions to disputes that arise invisibly, and so on.
The summit talks are in full swing. The entourage below, however, gambled joyfully and passionately. Some won and laughed, some lost, and sighed. But no one dared to quarrel, after all, who the hell knew if these people could offend him? So it's better to avoid trouble.
Among these people are Bai Zhanfei, Baolong and others. They were accompanied by the black-faced judge to the summit meeting. At this time, the two were playing poker at blackjack.
"Yes." A foreigner won a lot of weights at a gambling table, and was very happy for a while.
While playing the black white Bai Zhanfei, cast his gaze, shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "Is it so happy if I don't bring it to life or die?"
"Old Bai, you don't understand this." Baolong turned his head and looked at Bai Zhanfei: "It's a heartbeat, and I don't care about the amount of money. Just be happy and happy."
"It seems you like to play these?" Bai Zhanfei looked at Baolong with a smile.
"Then I have time to play. If it weren't for the meeting with the judge this time, maybe I am still busy." Speaking of Baolong, he looked around and asked Bai Zhanfei in a low voice: "The prisoner is Didn't you plan to hand over?"