The fourth card is Fang Da Shao Fang 9, Yan San Fang 5.
Three 9s, Young Master Fang speaks.
The redness on Young Master Fang's face receded, and he picked up his hole card and took a closer look.
Yan San tapped the card lightly with his fingers, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "You have a big card, why, don't you press it all?"
Young Master Fang's eyes flashed, his fingers trembled slightly unconsciously, and then he looked at the card again.
He took out five million chips from the chip box and threw them on the table.
Liang Jiarong showed Wu Kun the mobile phone again, it said, Fang has a 9 of diamonds, he must have a 4 of diamonds and a 7 of diamonds to win him, do you think Fang will shuttle
Wu Kun glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and typed, would you know stud
Liang Jiarong shook his head, and typed: No, the card is not big enough, what if it's over in one click? They are people who have the luck of the God of Wealth.
Wu Kun nodded and glanced around. It seems that there are quite a few people who have heard the rumor.
Yan San still followed.
The croupier drew out the fifth card, Fang Dashao had 8 of spades, and Yan San had 7 of spades.
Young Master Fang smiled triumphantly, and threw out all the remaining money in a cash box. The croupier counted: "Ten million."
Liang Jiarong's mobile phone: There are four
Wu Kun: I'm afraid it is.
Liang Jiarong: That should be given up.
Before Wu Kun answered, Yan San had already thrown away ten million chips, and said coldly, "Draw the cards."
The croupier revealed Fang Dashao's card, 3 of diamonds, and Yan San's hole card, 4 of clubs.
"Mr. Yan has a straight, Mr. Fang has three, and Mr. Yan wins."
When the dealer was shuffling the cards, Yan San looked back at Ling Qingyu, seeing her blinking with a smile, her eyes suddenly softened, and she smiled back.
Yan Qiye and Eleven snorted softly at the same time.
A new game started, and with the cards in his hand, Young Master Fang felt a cold air entangled him again, making him stare at the cards for a long time, so he shivered and put the cards away.
Yan Qi unconsciously puffed out a bit of air from his nose, damn it, this guy Yan San is too clever at cheating.
Yan San's murderous aura was raised in the dead when he was a child, and even Ye Shiyi couldn't match it. When his murderous aura was released, someone like Young Master Fang who had never experienced it before must feel chills all over his body and his pupils dilated.
Then the cards in the pupils can be seen clearly with Yan San's eyesight...
Moreover, his murderous aura can be released in a targeted manner, and no one else can feel it...
In the second game, on the third lap, Yan San folded and gave up.
In the third game, on the third lap, Yan San folded his cards.
In the fourth game, the second round, Yan San folded his cards.
The chips on the table returned to their original state.
Young Master Fang was so angry that he had a big hand three times in a row, and the opponent didn't even give him a stud chance, and just folded his cards. It seemed that he had to use some strategies, for example, to show weakness.
In the fifth round, Young Master Fang sighed, and the chips he threw did not exceed one million, which made Second Young Master Dong feel that the corners of his eyes were twitching. This is so fucking fake!
Yan San kept following.
On the fourth lap, Young Master Fang threw five million in cash out, and then looked at Yan San with that expression that I was just bluffing and kind of you don't want to talk to me.
Yan San followed.
Young Master Fang lost.
Yan Qi and Ye Shiyi didn't look at it with any passion. Who would have known that the other party's hole cards wouldn't be passionate... But the others were very excited.
No matter what methods Young Master Fang used, the man surnamed Yan was generally unmoved. Except for turning around and smiling gently at his woman when he was resting, he always had a cold expression, and occasionally used contempt. The tone urged a few words.
An hour later, Young Master Fang had already lost 20 million.
Twenty million is nothing to Fang Dashao, but he just feels flustered. Every time he has a good hand, the opponent folds and gives up. He is not given a chance. After folding, he will not look at it. The hole card, other people don't know it, but he knows it in his heart, and he is so wronged that he can't show it, because letting the other party see the real emotion is a big taboo on the gambling table.
After one hour, you can rest for ten minutes. Before Yan San got up, the door of the gambling hall was quietly pushed open. A middle-aged man came in with a tall beauty on his arm. Seeing that it was time to rest, he walked a few steps , arrived at the viewing area on one side, and smiled at Mr. Ji: "It's late, how is it? Wonderful?"
Mr. Ji stepped in and said in a low voice: "It's wonderful." The man surnamed Yan made extremely accurate judgments every time, and he didn't procrastinate at all when he made a decision. Every step he took had foreseen the outcome.
After the middle-aged man sat down, Lin Ziyu also sat down next to him, and nodded to Zhong Chufei who was sitting on the other side.
"Why did Mr. Gong come at this time?" Zhong Chufei smiled and nodded, and asked Chu Nan silently.
Chu Nan shook his head, glanced at Mr. Gong and then turned back, looking at Yan San who Shi Shi ran towards Ling Qingyu.
Although he didn't know why, he always felt that this man was cheating.
Or can all the cards be calculated so accurately there
"Is that boy Adong here?" Mr. Ji asked in a whisper.
Mr. Gong nodded and said, "Should we start selling that lotus later?"
Mr. Ji glanced at him, and said leisurely: "Why are you also interested?" As he spoke, his eyes swept over Lin Ziyu, who was keeping a certain distance from the two of them.
Mr. Gong followed his line of sight, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Ah Dong wants it, and said that thing can block evil spirits."
Mr. Ji snorted and said: "His evil spirit can't be stopped by anything. There are many people who want lotus flowers. Let him bid."
The smile on Mr. Gong's face faded, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised: "Lao Ji, not everyone can be like you."
Although the boundaries between black and white in this world are not clear, it is not so easy for a black person to completely turn white.
The sarcasm on Mr. Ji's face was even heavier, and he said lightly: "It's just to see when selfish desires will be the end, there is nothing impossible."
Mr. Gong smiled, turned to look at the man who was praised by Mr. Ji, and then saw the circle of men, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and whispered: "You arranged it?"
Mr. Ji glanced at those smiling people, his brows suddenly tightened, his voice was tinged with hostility, and he said in a low voice: "Gong, you should know what will happen if you play tricks in my place!"
"Your place? Didn't you give most of the shares to the surname Lu?" Mr. Gong nodded to his acquaintance with a smile, his voice was cold, and said in a low voice: "Even the place here is given to mainlanders , have you explained to us?"
The corner of Mr. Ji's mouth curled up and said, "So that's how it is. You are here after me."
"Don't dare, we just want to clean up the surname Lu, Lao Ji, if you don't do this business, but you can't block the way of the brothers, if Ah Dong loses this time, then our passage to the five provinces in Central and South will be difficult." Being blocked, in that case, it's not just the few of us who will lose." After Mr. Gong finished speaking in a low voice with a trace of sarcasm, he put his arms around Lin Ziyu, expressing that he would not talk anymore.
Mr. Ji's expression changed, and he finally put down his hand holding the phone in his pocket.
He has already withdrawn from this business, and once he intervenes, he will really not be able to withdraw completely.