Otherworldly Merchant

Han Lao Liu held Little White Dragon's twisting waist and stabbed him on the couch. Hatsumomo and I stood behind him with our hands upside down.

The easy way to bet on this table is to guess the color.

There are the largest number of people sitting around, but most of them are scattered by one or two people, and we're the only ones who look the most frightening.

Three or four plates in a row, we never moved.

Han Lao Liu drank wine with a big cigar and pretended to be intimate, whispering to Xiaobailong about something.

The people around us saw that we had not been pressurized and occupied the best position. They were all a little angry, but they were frightened by our momentum and didn't dare speak out!

At this time, a little man in a black suit came over and bowed his head towards Han Lao Liu, and said something in his ear. It seems to be a warning to Han Lao Liu, if you don't bet, please don't take the place.

Han Lao Liu disdainfully threw up his smoke, didn't look at the table case, waved, pushed all the chips over, and pressed on the big.

Everyone around us is a little stunned this time. Our stack of chips is $5 million!

The dealer opened the jar. Five, five, six, big!

Our chips immediately doubled to 10 million.

Han Lao Liu grabbed a few chips and hit the little man's face in front of him, scolding him in Korean!

The muscles on the little man's face twitched a few times, but he didn't say a word. He said something to Han Lao Six about having a good time and left.

Everyone else pressed the bet, and the lady officer asked Han Lao Six for a shout, which should be to ask him if he would continue full pressure.

Han Lao Liu shouted rudely at her and shot the table hard.

Six, six, five, big!

There was an outburst of shouting in the crowd, and a lot of people's eyes were shooting at it.

The dealer pushed the winning chips and asked again.

Han Lao Liu sipped the dried wine and was thrown on the floor with a bang. He slapped his hands out and shouted something.

The crowd blew up.

I don't understand, but I also know what Han Lao Liu said: “50 big ones in a row! ”

What's the idea that we have in front of us is an entire 20 million dollar chip, 50 big chips in a row?

No matter which power in the world today, I'm afraid it won't come out for a while!

The woman's face changed or opened.

Four, five, six, big! There was a shout in the crowd.

It's not just our table, it's the other tables that attract guests, and the more people on the color table.

The agent's hands trembled and his face became pale.

He bowed down to Han Lao Six and turned around and walked on.

In exchange for a middle-aged man with a big black mark on his left face, he lowered his head towards Han Lao Six, first handed us the whole box of chips, and then shook the color.

This guy moves strangely fast but fiercely. It's like a couple of big iron balls in a tin can. He shakes it as a direct sound. He's deaf!

When!

The tin jar hit the table.

He reached out to the crowd and made a gesture to press.

Though there are many people around this table, the vast majority of them come to see the noise, even the people who were already under pressure stopped. Only a few people waiting to mix cheap glances at Han Lao Six.

Han Lao Liu stood up with a pat on the table, stretched his neck and said something viciously to the dealer. Looks like he's yelling, “Are you fucking deaf? Didn't I tell you I was 50? ”

This is an extraordinarily alarming scent, full of deliberate provocation.

I noticed that the eyes of the two rows of young men in black who stood beside the wall were all concentrated, and then I looked at the little man who first came to us.

The little man stood in front of the crowd, staring at it with his hands behind his back.

A lot of fun and cheap people hurried to throw the chips to the top, but the numbers were small, the highest being $10,000.

The middle-aged man looked heavy and slowly opened the colour jar.

Four, four, six, big!

A shout broke out in the crowd and it boiled.

Han Lao Liu grabbed several chips in a row and threw the flowers out.

Two big eyes still staring at the guy, yelling at him to keep driving!

The man turned around and didn't know who he looked at. He seemed hesitant and afraid to open another big one.

Actually, no matter how many more times he drives, it must still be big.

Even if he shakes all the colors, it must be every point up!

Under the feet of the first year, I stepped on a gambling charm, Xiao Bailong's hand pinched a spell, Han Lao Liu pretended that the table had sealed off the luck yard around the hostess, want to open the leopard for luck? At least not tonight.

At first sight, the officer-in-charge was hesitant, and many people around him drank the colors, and some people who liked to make a scene shouted.

Suddenly, the roaring cry dropped, and the row of people in black standing beside the wall lowered their heads at the same time, even the small man who seemed to be in charge stood respectfully.

Walk out of the casino.

Walking the road is a beautiful, long, goosebump-faced girl with a little old man with gray-haired hair just in the back.

The old man also looks about sixty years old, dry and thin, and has few or two meats all over his body, but his eyes are bright and bright, and his walking posture is particularly energetic. You can see from this walking posture, the old man's work is not just deep!

Behind him were two giants, two metres away, with a big clapping haircut on the back of his head, a fleshy face, looking silly.

The old man walked across from us and bowed down at us, until then the entire casino was full of people.

The skinny old man reached for the middle-aged dealer, who took out two more boxes of chips and poured them on our chip stack.

High chips pile up half a table, like a hill!

The old man respectfully said something to Han Lao Liu and bowed again.

Han Lao Liu shook his head with dissatisfaction. He stretched out his hands and drew one four, one eight!

Looks like the old man doesn't want to gamble anymore, wants us to go, but Han Lao Liu stubbornly says, "No, we have to push another 48!"

The old man glanced at a pair of snowy little eyes, looked quietly at Han Lao Liu for a moment, looked at us several times, and said something in silence.

Han Lao Liu nodded his head with his neck stretched out, still more than a forty-eight, as if he were saying: "Yes, it was forty-eight times! Not even once. ”

The old man asked briefly again.

Han Lao Six grabbed the edge of the table and lifted it up sharply.

The old man pressed his hand against the table, and the table was pressed to the ground, one high, one low, full of chips dropped.

The surrounding black man came around, the little man stared at us straight in the eye, flashing out two cold lights, and the two giant men took a step forward.

Watch the evil war start!