The people around who had won money saw a group of people suddenly appear behind Jin Fucheng, thinking they were not friendly, so they hurriedly dodged to the side.
Jin Fucheng was counting chips with a comfortable look on his face. He felt something was wrong and turned around. Looking at the casino manager Wu Sandao in front of him, he was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"
"My friend, there is a saying that goes, 'know when to stop.' We are all in the same business, can you please give me some face?" Wu Sandao looked at Jin Fucheng seriously and said.
"Give me some face?" Jin Fucheng looked at Wu Sandao in confusion and said strangely, "You bet yours, I bet mine, why give me some face? You are such a weird guy. I don't want you to pay. Besides, I have never won your money. If you want to gamble, go away. I need to hurry up and win money."
"Fuck, is this guy really stupid or is he just pretending to be stupid?"
"It's so obvious, he's here to cause trouble. You know, this Dao brother is very famous in the martial arts world."
"Could he be the Wu Sanda? It is said that killing someone requires three swords."
"Yes, it was him. He stabbed the man three times even though he could have been killed with just one blow. He was extremely cruel."
Seeing that Jin Fucheng looked like he was about to die, the people around him stepped back several steps, fearing that they would have anything to do with him.
On the other side, Wu Sandao bit the cigar in his mouth and chuckled, "You want to bet, right? Okay, I'll bet with you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand. The dealer next to him was slightly stunned and quickly threw the dice to Wu Sandao.
Wu Sandao shouted angrily, "Let's bet the fifty million in your hand. Let's see who can bet the higher number."
As he said this, he threw the three dice lightly. Suddenly, they flew high up and then landed on the table, spinning continuously.
Ten seconds later, three dice fell, and suddenly a pillar of sixty-eight appeared.
Jin Fucheng on the side looked at Wu Sandao speechlessly, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Very impressive, but if you want me to bet with you, then I will. Who do you think you are? I won't bet with you, how about that?"
The corner of his eye twitched, Wu Sandao's expression became extremely ugly, and he angrily said, "Boy, are you kidding me?"
"Fuck, what do you mean I'm playing tricks on you?" Jin Fucheng said speechlessly with a depressed look on his face, "You started mumbling and mumbling right from the start. You want to bet with me for no apparent reason. Why should I bet with you? Are you crazy?"
"…" Wu Sandao was slightly stunned and did not react for a moment. The younger brother behind him reminded him in a low voice, "Boss, it seems to be true. He has not agreed yet."
Wu Sandao was immediately furious. He slapped his younger brother on the head and angrily said to him, "Fuck you, bastard. I don't know. Damn it, you are the only one who talks too much."
The younger brother looked innocent, and immediately fell silent and shut his mouth. He didn't dare to say a word.
With a cold snort, Wu Sandao looked at Jin Fucheng and shouted angrily: "Now I want to bet with you. Do you dare to bet?"
"I dare not!" Jin Fucheng looked at the chips, then at the time, and sighed, "Small bets bring joy, big bets bring sadness. Fifty million is almost enough, I won't bet anymore. I'm going back to sleep."
"..." Completely speechless, Wu Sandao stared at Jin Fucheng blankly and said harshly, "Boy, you are not giving me this face today."
He rolled his eyes at Wu Sandao. If it were anyone else, they would have been scared to death. But who was Jin Fucheng? He was the only son of the Jin family. From childhood to adulthood, he had never been afraid of anyone except his father.
Putting the chips behind him, Jin Fucheng looked at Wu Sandao and said bluntly: "Why should I give you face? You are such a weird person. I don't even know you, but you asked me to give you face. Do you have such a big face?"
This sentence immediately caused everyone around to burst into laughter.
Wu Sandao's face turned pale, and he shouted angrily, "Good boy, clear the area! Let him know who has the final say here."
This one sentence immediately frightened the people around him.
"It's over. This kid is completely finished. Where did this fool come from? How dare he provoke Wu Sandao?"
"The last time we cleared the area was about two years ago. I remember the Green Tiger Gang brought more than a hundred people, but I heard that they were all fed to the fish the next day."
"Go, go, don't get involved with this guy. Otherwise, you're doomed."
There was no need for his men to clear the area. With just one sentence, within a minute, everyone in the area except those from Wu Sandaojiao's gang had already run away without a trace.
No one would be stupid enough to watch the fights between gangs. This is not a child's play or a street fight, but a real loss of life.
Seeing that everyone had left, Jin Fucheng was also ready to leave, but one of Wu Sandao's men blocked his way and snorted coldly: "Boy, it's too late to run now."
"Are you sick? Everyone has run away. It's obvious that there is either a gas leak or a fire here. If you don't leave now, you are waiting to die." Jin Fucheng said depressedly.
The subordinate was slightly stunned. Jin Fucheng did not play by the rules at all, or he did not understand the jargon at all and did not even know what clearing the area meant.
"Boss, this guy can't be a fool!" The subordinate was a little unsure, but said with almost certainty.
Thinking of Jin Fucheng's current state and his attitude just now, Wu Sandao's eyebrows twitched and he cursed: "You mean I was fooled by a fool for a long time? Damn it! This bastard is just pretending to be crazy here. Don't you understand? He is here to cause trouble."
"Yes, that's right, Boss!" The subordinate quickly shut up and slapped himself hard. How could he say such a thing? Even if Jian Fucheng was really a fool, he would be punished now. Otherwise, how could Wu Sandao, the boss, save his dignity
Seeing everyone leaving, Wu Sandao smiled coldly, threw a knife directly in front of Jin Fucheng, and said coldly: "Save your hands and feet!"
Looking at Wu Sandao in frustration, Jin Fucheng suddenly understood something. He said speechlessly, "It's not that much, it's only 50 million."
"I'm asking you to hold back." Wu Sandao said with a grim face.
Jin Fucheng became even more depressed. He sighed and said, "You are such a weird person. What do I need your hands and feet for? Really, forget it, forget it. I don't want this 50 million. OK! I didn't know that your casino couldn't even afford to lose 50 million. You have to use your hands and feet for such a small amount of money. This is too serious."
After saying that, he threw all the chips on the table. Jin Fucheng looked depressed. For a mere 50 million, this boss actually acted like a rogue with him. There are all kinds of people in the world of the poor.
Wu Sandao almost couldn't breathe and died of cardiac arrest. He was furious and said, "Boy, you tricked me. Brothers, show him some power."
"Oh my god..." Jin Fucheng was even more speechless, and said in his heart, "I'm wondering if you guys are reasonable. I don't want your money or your hands and feet, but you still want to beat me. Isn't this logic a bit wrong?"
"Beat him!" Wu Sandao no longer wanted to waste time talking to Jin Fucheng. He felt that his IQ had been greatly insulted and shouted angrily at his men.
One of his men walked up to Jin Fucheng with a knife in hand and shouted, "Damn it, you're crazy. You still dare to act crazy and stupid? I'll chop you into pieces!"
A knife swung down.
Buzz!
With the sound of a knife clanging, the man's fingers moved slightly and he blinked, feeling inexplicably frightened: What happened just now
He looked at the knife in his hand, but it had disappeared without a trace.
Not far from him, Wu Sandao was holding a knife in his hand and said with an extremely ugly expression, "So you are a martial artist, and you are still acting crazy and stupid here."
Jin Fucheng's feet were gently drawing circles, and he was already angry. "What do you want to do? You're giving me a headache. Since you want to fight, then fine, let's fight to our heart's content! But I won't hold back, don't blame me if you die."
(End of this chapter)