Perspective-Golden Pupils

Chapter 52: : Win, perhaps?

Chapter 52 : Win, perhaps?

Huang Bowen cursed in his heart and quickly explained,"Old Meng, don't get angry. I just found out about that person's identity. We've been friends for more than ten years. Do you still not believe in me?"

"Oh, my God!" Meng Shicheng snorted coldly with a sullen face and said lightly,"Are friends sold?"

Bowen huang a face of bitter, holding the bottle of green tea's quiet, let him now how to explain it is no use, after all, the somebody else's disciple of the king of southeast Asia is sitting on the table.

"Ha ha! Just I'm thirsty, thank you!" Xu Qing took the green tea from Huang Bowen's hand, opened the lid, and gulped down two mouthfuls of tea. He said slowly,"Brother Huang, while there is still time, tell me what kind of person is the King of Gambling in Southeast Asia?"

Bowen huang awkward smile, simply put the king of gambling deeds he knew roughly said it again.

Southeast Asia gambling wang gao shun, originally from shandong jinan, hand gambling magic, has five consecutive years will all bet on world championship, and five consecutive champion in the southeast Asia gambling king contest, he is best at dice and poker, rumors dice box to his hand to roll out the time can get some time, listen to the dice is also a special skill. His personal disciple had been trained in these two gambling techniques since he was young. If Xu Qing had not used any unusual moves, he would have been able to tell the number of the dice.

Seibel rumors have seventy-year-old, sweeping southeast Asia gambling places withheldest a defeat, in his consecutive king contest champion years later he profession, completely fade out gambling places, legends about him is still circulating between each big famous casino, some people say that he has psychic powers, also some people say that he is a master of psychology, master of hypnosis, there is a rumor that he lost in the hands of a mystery man, from now on, he prowled the mountains.

Rumors all don't know true and false, seibel has become a legend in the world of gambling, his little story has also been made into a movie, but with a pseudonym, according to reliable sources now the grim man sitting on the table is one of seibel was handed down disciple, said grim-faced ghost hand.

As to why be yum army please help boxing is unclear, from the name of white can rest assured to several hundred million to let him bet, the identity of the man should not false.

After hearing bowen huang about Meng Shicheng and Tang Guobin spent, trust in Xu Qing good luck virtually, luck is not always some things, but the bet is years of hard accumulation, which is more on some natural self-evident.

Xu Qing pretended to be shocked and stuck out his tongue."Brother Huang, why don't you help me get the money back? Let's not gamble, okay?"

Meng Tang two people also happen to coincide to the bowen huang, now it is up to the grim-faced ghost hand dice, one thousand if the somebody else also play a means, the dice roll broken or fold up what of, isn't that there is not even any chance?

Huang Bowen shook his head with a wry smile and said,"There are rules for gambling. Money is like splashing water. I can't stop gambling halfway."

At this moment, the dealer shouted at the top of his voice,"Rest time is up. Please take your place."

Xu Qing raised his neck and drank up the green tea in his hand. He threw the empty bottle on the ground and stomped on it flat. He gritted his teeth and said," Damn it, I don't care what kind of hand he has. Everything is just floating clouds in front of me." Say that finish striding to the table, a wind rustling xi xiao cold, strong gone domineering.

"Good son, not the kui is my brother Tang Guobin!""

Tang Guobin gave a fist, as if this one punch to hit in the grim ghost hand face.

"I have a hunch that maybe Qingzi will win," Tang Guobin looked at Xu Qing's back and muttered to himself. Now winning or losing has become unimportant. Just this courage has made his blood boil.

Xu Qing sat on the chair, took a chip to bite in the corner of his mouth, palms flat, hua, all the chips in front of all pushed to the middle of the table, and then from his pocket that check shaking hands dumped in the past.

"Raise, 150 million."

This check is bet stone contest from Bai Shengjun hand win, haven't had time to cash, throw out under this plus the original two hundred and ten million, a total of three hundred and sixty million, this is how many rich amazing wealth, now all concentrated in this small table.

Grim-faced Netherclaw's pupils shrank like needles. With all the money in his hand, he was still short of 10 million. Although he was confident of winning this round, he could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. This was the first time he had participated in such a huge gamble since his debut. He felt that all the cells in his body were starting to get excited.

The seven cheques were thrown into the middle of the gambling table like scraps of paper. The cold-faced man took out a cheque book and wrote a few strokes. He tore off one and blew on it.

Finally, a check worth tens of millions floated onto the messy stack of chips. The cold-faced man's ten fingers locked onto the bottom of the dice box, and his arm raised and shook rapidly.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of a rapid crash was like a rainstorm hitting the tiles on the roof. The dice box and his arm turned into a blur, flying from left to right. Even the dealer felt that his vision was blurred and he could not capture the exact location of the dice box. After ten years as a dealer, he had never seen such a way of rolling dice in his life. There was no other word to describe it except to marvel.

Xu Qing was still holding the chip in his mouth as he admired the performance of Grim-faced Netherclaw. He could not clearly see the arc of the dice box, so he simply squinted and waited.

Pah!

As the dice box fell, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the forehead of the cold-faced man. He leaned forward a little and pushed the dice box to the dealer. Then, he lightly exhaled and said coldly,"Guess!"

Xu Qing's right eyelid twitched as three numbers appeared in the dice box. His expression changed slightly before returning to normal. He thought to himself,'Good fellow, the Gambling King's disciple is really good. He can even get such points. However, you're still floating in the clouds when you run into my brother.'

Two fingers slowly to his lips, clip under the chip, the corners of the mouth up, takes the chip pressure in front of the dealer on a set of Numbers.

"Three sixes, leopards!"

A voice exclaim resounded through the hall, the grim man eyes shone with two mans, lips frames for two times, seems to have something to say, but ultimately didn't spit out a word.

"This boy, take money to play!" Tang Guobin animal, Meng Shicheng but float with a strange smile on her face, he saw a clue from the grim ghost hand expression, perhaps, green son, won.