Chapter 736
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T-shirt man suddenly pushed out the door without saying a word. Boss Huang asked me, "Mr. Zhang, did the first leader find anything?"
I can't tell him what I just saw, so I'll go to the scene first. So we went out with Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi. When we came to the gambling table, I saw the T-shirt man standing there with a cold look.
I asked him if he saw anything? T-shirt man says nothing.
On the gambling table, in front of the baseball cap, there was a pile of chips. He kept his head down and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see a pair of thick whiskers on his face.
At this time, another round was opened. The Dutch officer flexibly shuffled and cut the cards with his white gloved hand, and handed out the cards to each gambler. The gamblers bet one after another. The first few rounds were calm. In the third round, some people felt that their hands were not good and they chose to give up. Then there were only three gamblers left on the table, including baseball caps.
I gradually felt a strange breath emanating from the baseball cap. I could not help but start to speed up my heart and breath. I quickly recited the Tao Te Ching several times to calm my mind.
In addition to me, the onlookers around the gambling table seem to have been affected by this kind of breath. Some people wipe sweat repeatedly, some pull their ties with their fingers, gasp for breath, and some people choose to leave because they can't bear it!
It seems that as the gamble goes into the white heat, the air here is beginning to become oppressive, hot and fidgety.
The other two gamblers seem to be the most affected. As soon as they are fat and thin, the back of the fat gambler is completely soaked with cold sweat, as if they have just been fished out of the water. The thin gambler looks calm, though he has also made a lot of cold sweat. From the beginning of the gambling, he smokes cigars one by one. I noticed that there are many cigarettes falling around the ashtray Ash, because his hand has been shaking uncontrollably. Even the Dutch official standing on the side was also affected by this breath. He pulled his gloves and arranged his bow tie from time to time, which made him very anxious. Only the baseball cap remained calm all the way, and his right hand on the table gently hit the table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Before T-shirt man said that there was a strong murderous spirit in baseball cap, now I really feel what murderous spirit is!
Some people say it's the sixth sense of human beings, and some people say it's a kind of biological wave. In contrast, I believe in another way. When a person has a murderous mind, he will send out a disgusting smell invisibly. But this smell can only be felt by sensitive people or animals. It's said that when a knife is hidden behind the butcher and approaches a cow to be slaughtered, the cow will use four The hoof kneels down to shed tears, which is probably the essence of murderous Qi.
However, murderous spirit is a subtle feeling in the final analysis. How could the murderous spirit of this man be so fierce? So that all the people around feel an instinctive fear, I think even the murderous bandits are unlikely to do it.
In addition to murderous Qi, I didn't feel the existence of Yin Qi, so I asked T-shirt man in a low voice: "junior one, do you think it's yin?"
He shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Yin Xinyue touched me with his fingers and said, "honey, how can I feel so suffocating in my chest?"
When I look back, I find that Yin crescent is pale and Li Mazi's face is ugly. I told them to go to the drinking area and have a drink first. I and T-shirt man will come here later. Yin crescent hesitates and agrees.
After the two men left, the Dutch official asked, "do you keep betting?"
The baseball cap pushed a pile of chips into the center of the table without saying a word.
The fat gambler suddenly stood up, took the chair behind him with a loud voice, and said in a panic voice, "I won't play anymore! I won't play! " Then he took back half of the chips and ran away like a fugitive.
Thin gambler looks a bit like CCTV host Li Yong. He has a long face, a big back, a elegant purple suit, a bow tie, and three or four rings on his hand. He is an old hand who often haunts casinos from his flipping posture.
At the moment, the long face was full of sweat. He held the cigar half burnt in one hand, and kept wiping his sweat with his handkerchief in the other hand. The Dutch officer waited patiently for a while, politely asked again, "Sir, do you want to keep betting?"
The thin gambler slapped the table so hard that the ashtray jumped up and pointed to the baseball cap on the opposite side, shouting: "there is absolutely no second flush in this deck, so you can never win me."
He smacked the cigarette fiercely, pressed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray, pushed half the chips over, and said fiercely, "you want to die, I will accompany you!"
The baseball cap sneered and ignored his provocation. Many people stopped to watch the game.
Each side played a card. Judging from the cards already played, the baseball caps did not win at all.
"Please bet." He said.
"Soha!" The baseball cap clattered and the rest of the chips were all pushed out. There was a low exclamation in the crowd. Someone whispered that he was dying.
At this time, his murderous spirit was so strong that even Tao Te Ching could not resist it!
I even had a kind of illusion when I was in a trance. I smelled a strong blood gas on this gambling table, heard the harsh sounds of swordsmen and shouting and killing. Then I realized that I was pulled back to reality. I saw the baseball cap sitting steadily, with a calm look, like a strategist.In contrast, the thin gambler was pale and sweaty, his hands shaking so that he could not even hold the chips.
When the Dutch official asked if he was betting, the thin gambler wiped his sweat hard and prepared to follow the bet.
Just then, behind the baseball cap, a majestic ancient warrior suddenly appeared. He was wearing a pair of armor full of blood and rust. Behind him, he was wearing a broken red cape. He held a Bing iron long gun in his hand. He suddenly crossed the long gun in his hand over the gambling table and stabbed it straight into the chest of the thin gambler.
This scene made me lose my color, subconsciously reached for the Sirius whip in my arms.
This gun didn't really stab the thin gambler. Of course, the thin gambler couldn't see the ancient warrior. Just when the tip of the gun touched his body, he suddenly stood up like a ghost and shouted, "I surrender, spare my life, spare my life!"
All the people at the table gave him a surprised look, and the thin gambler himself didn't know what was going on. He was sweating, his body was shaking like chaff, and the middle of his pants was wet. There was yellow liquid dripping constantly, sending out a smell of stinking.
I scared my opponent to pee on the gambling table. Even Fage's "God of gamblers" can't have such a strong momentum!
I am absolutely sure that this man has a special shade!
In a flash, the ancient warriors disappeared. The baseball cap smirked and put the winning chips into his arms, put them into a paper bag prepared by a casino, gave the Dutch official a chip as a tip, and then left.
As soon as the man left, the air around the gambling table suddenly became relaxed, as if a big stone on his body had been removed, and many people had a long sigh of relief.
My curiosity has been hooked up. I've been in contact with the Yin for so long, and I haven't been able to use the big killing tools. But I haven't met the Yin with such a strong, pure and direct killing Qi. I'd like to know what it is!
"Go, let's keep up with him!"
I was about to leave when the T-shirt man grabbed my arm. His face was very serious.
"No! It's very unusual. I think it's better not to interfere. "
I doubted that I had heard it wrong. T-shirt man has always been an undoubted expert in this field in my mind. How could he even admit it?
I'm not reconciled to it. It's like scratching my heart and scratching my lungs. It's like a martial artist sees a lost secret script and can't turn it over. But since t-shirt men advise me not to interfere, let alone.
We went back to see boss Huang and told him that we were not going to interfere in this matter. Boss Huang was disappointed and pleaded again and again. The T-shirt man said lightly, "you can rest assured that the man will not come several times."
I thought to myself, what does T-shirt man know?
When I went out, I asked him. He just shook his head. I knew him well after so long. No one could force him to talk about something he didn't want to talk about.
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T-shirt man suddenly pushed out the door without saying a word. Boss Huang asked me, "Mr. Zhang, did the first leader find anything?"
I can't tell him what I just saw, so I'll go to the scene first. So we went out with Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi. When we came to the gambling table, I saw the T-shirt man standing there with a cold look.
I asked him if he saw anything? T-shirt man says nothing.
On the gambling table, in front of the baseball cap, there was a pile of chips. He kept his head down and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see a pair of thick whiskers on his face.
At this time, another round was opened. The Dutch officer flexibly shuffled and cut the cards with his white gloved hand, and handed out the cards to each gambler. The gamblers bet one after another. The first few rounds were calm. In the third round, some people felt that their hands were not good and they chose to give up. Then there were only three gamblers left on the table, including baseball caps.
I gradually felt a strange breath emanating from the baseball cap. I could not help but start to speed up my heart and breath. I quickly recited the Tao Te Ching several times to calm my mind.
In addition to me, the onlookers around the gambling table seem to have been affected by this kind of breath. Some people wipe sweat repeatedly, some pull their ties with their fingers, gasp for breath, and some people choose to leave because they can't bear it!
It seems that as the gamble goes into the white heat, the air here is beginning to become oppressive, hot and fidgety.
The other two gamblers seem to be the most affected. As soon as they are fat and thin, the back of the fat gambler is completely soaked with cold sweat, as if they have just been fished out of the water. The thin gambler looks calm, though he has also made a lot of cold sweat. From the beginning of the gambling, he smokes cigars one by one. I noticed that there are many cigarettes falling around the ashtray Ash, because his hand has been shaking uncontrollably. Even the Dutch official standing on the side was also affected by this breath. He pulled his gloves and arranged his bow tie from time to time, which made him very anxious. Only the baseball cap remained calm all the way, and his right hand on the table gently hit the table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Before T-shirt man said that there was a strong murderous spirit in baseball cap, now I really feel what murderous spirit is!
Some people say it's the sixth sense of human beings, and some people say it's a kind of biological wave. In contrast, I believe in another way. When a person has a murderous mind, he will send out a disgusting smell invisibly. But this smell can only be felt by sensitive people or animals. It's said that when a knife is hidden behind the butcher and approaches a cow to be slaughtered, the cow will use four The hoof kneels down to shed tears, which is probably the essence of murderous Qi.
However, murderous spirit is a subtle feeling in the final analysis. How could the murderous spirit of this man be so fierce? So that all the people around feel an instinctive fear, I think even the murderous bandits are unlikely to do it.
In addition to murderous Qi, I didn't feel the existence of Yin Qi, so I asked T-shirt man in a low voice: "junior one, do you think it's yin?"
He shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Yin Xinyue touched me with his fingers and said, "honey, how can I feel so suffocating in my chest?"
When I look back, I find that Yin crescent is pale and Li Mazi's face is ugly. I told them to go to the drinking area and have a drink first. I and T-shirt man will come here later. Yin crescent hesitates and agrees.
After the two men left, the Dutch official asked, "do you keep betting?"
The baseball cap pushed a pile of chips into the center of the table without saying a word.
The fat gambler suddenly stood up, took the chair behind him with a loud voice, and said in a panic voice, "I won't play anymore! I won't play! " Then he took back half of the chips and ran away like a fugitive.
Thin gambler looks a bit like CCTV host Li Yong. He has a long face, a big back, a elegant purple suit, a bow tie, and three or four rings on his hand. He is an old hand who often haunts casinos from his flipping posture.
At the moment, the long face was full of sweat. He held the cigar half burnt in one hand, and kept wiping his sweat with his handkerchief in the other hand. The Dutch officer waited patiently for a while, politely asked again, "Sir, do you want to keep betting?"
The thin gambler slapped the table so hard that the ashtray jumped up and pointed to the baseball cap on the opposite side, shouting: "there is absolutely no second flush in this deck, so you can never win me."
He smacked the cigarette fiercely, pressed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray, pushed half the chips over, and said fiercely, "you want to die, I will accompany you!"
The baseball cap sneered and ignored his provocation. Many people stopped to watch the game.
Each side played a card. Judging from the cards already played, the baseball caps did not win at all.
"Please bet." He said.
"Soha!" The baseball cap clattered and the rest of the chips were all pushed out. There was a low exclamation in the crowd. Someone whispered that he was dying.
At this time, his murderous spirit was so strong that even Tao Te Ching could not resist it!
I even had a kind of illusion when I was in a trance. I smelled a strong blood gas on this gambling table, heard the harsh sounds of swordsmen and shouting and killing. Then I realized that I was pulled back to reality. I saw the baseball cap sitting steadily, with a calm look, like a strategist.In contrast, the thin gambler was pale and sweaty, his hands shaking so that he could not even hold the chips.
When the Dutch official asked if he was betting, the thin gambler wiped his sweat hard and prepared to follow the bet.
Just then, behind the baseball cap, a majestic ancient warrior suddenly appeared. He was wearing a pair of armor full of blood and rust. Behind him, he was wearing a broken red cape. He held a Bing iron long gun in his hand. He suddenly crossed the long gun in his hand over the gambling table and stabbed it straight into the chest of the thin gambler.
This scene made me lose my color, subconsciously reached for the Sirius whip in my arms.
This gun didn't really stab the thin gambler. Of course, the thin gambler couldn't see the ancient warrior. Just when the tip of the gun touched his body, he suddenly stood up like a ghost and shouted, "I surrender, spare my life, spare my life!"
All the people at the table gave him a surprised look, and the thin gambler himself didn't know what was going on. He was sweating, his body was shaking like chaff, and the middle of his pants was wet. There was yellow liquid dripping constantly, sending out a smell of stinking.
I scared my opponent to pee on the gambling table. Even Fage's "God of gamblers" can't have such a strong momentum!
I am absolutely sure that this man has a special shade!
In a flash, the ancient warriors disappeared. The baseball cap smirked and put the winning chips into his arms, put them into a paper bag prepared by a casino, gave the Dutch official a chip as a tip, and then left.
As soon as the man left, the air around the gambling table suddenly became relaxed, as if a big stone on his body had been removed, and many people had a long sigh of relief.
My curiosity has been hooked up. I've been in contact with the Yin for so long, and I haven't been able to use the big killing tools. But I haven't met the Yin with such a strong, pure and direct killing Qi. I'd like to know what it is!
"Go, let's keep up with him!"
I was about to leave when the T-shirt man grabbed my arm. His face was very serious.
"No! It's very unusual. I think it's better not to interfere. "
I doubted that I had heard it wrong. T-shirt man has always been an undoubted expert in this field in my mind. How could he even admit it?
I'm not reconciled to it. It's like scratching my heart and scratching my lungs. It's like a martial artist sees a lost secret script and can't turn it over. But since t-shirt men advise me not to interfere, let alone.
We went back to see boss Huang and told him that we were not going to interfere in this matter. Boss Huang was disappointed and pleaded again and again. The T-shirt man said lightly, "you can rest assured that the man will not come several times."
I thought to myself, what does T-shirt man know?
When I went out, I asked him. He just shook his head. I knew him well after so long. No one could force him to talk about something he didn't want to talk about.
T-shirt man suddenly pushed out the door without saying a word. Boss Huang asked me, "Mr. Zhang, did the first leader find anything?" I can't tell him what I just saw, so I'll go to the scene first. So we went out with Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi. When we came to the gambling table, I saw the T-shirt man standing there with a cold look. I asked him if he saw anything? T-shirt man says nothing. On the gambling table, in front of the baseball cap, there was a pile of chips. He kept his head down and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see a pair of thick whiskers on his face. At this time, another round was opened. The Dutch officer flexibly shuffled and cut the cards with his white gloved hand, and handed out the cards to each gambler. The gamblers bet one after another. The first few rounds were calm. In the third round, some people felt that their hands were not good and they chose to give up. Then there were only three gamblers left on the table, including baseball caps. I gradually felt a strange breath emanating from the baseball cap. I could not help but start to speed up my heart and breath. I quickly recited the Tao Te Ching several times to calm my mind. In addition to me, the onlookers around the gambling table seem to have been affected by this kind of breath. Some people wipe sweat repeatedly, some pull their ties with their fingers, gasp for breath, and some people choose to leave because they can't bear it! It seems that as the gamble goes into the white heat, the air here is beginning to become oppressive, hot and fidgety. The other two gamblers seem to be the most affected. As soon as they are fat and thin, the back of the fat gambler is completely soaked with cold sweat, as if they have just been fished out of the water. The thin gambler looks calm, though he has also made a lot of cold sweat. From the beginning of the gambling, he smokes cigars one by one. I noticed that there are many cigarettes falling around the ashtray Ash, because his hand has been shaking uncontrollably. Even the Dutch official standing on the side was also affected by this breath. He pulled his gloves and arranged his bow tie from time to time, which made him very anxious. Only the baseball cap remained calm all the way, and his right hand on the table gently hit the table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Before T-shirt man said that there was a strong murderous spirit in baseball cap, now I really feel what murderous spirit is! Some people say it's the sixth sense of human beings, and some people say it's a kind of biological wave. In contrast, I believe in another way. When a person has a murderous mind, he will send out a disgusting smell invisibly. But this smell can only be felt by sensitive people or animals. It's said that when a knife is hidden behind the butcher and approaches a cow to be slaughtered, the cow will use four The hoof kneels down to shed tears, which is probably the essence of murderous Qi. However, murderous spirit is a subtle feeling in the final analysis. How could the murderous spirit of this man be so fierce? So that all the people around feel an instinctive fear, I think even the murderous bandits are unlikely to do it. In addition to murderous Qi, I didn't feel the existence of Yin Qi, so I asked T-shirt man in a low voice: "junior one, do you think it's yin?" He shook his head and said, "I don't know." Yin Xinyue touched me with his fingers and said, "honey, how can I feel so suffocating in my chest?" When I look back, I find that Yin crescent is pale and Li Mazi's face is ugly. I told them to go to the drinking area and have a drink first. I and T-shirt man will come here later. Yin crescent hesitates and agrees. After the two men left, the Dutch official asked, "do you keep betting?" The baseball cap pushed a pile of chips into the center of the table without saying a word. The fat gambler suddenly stood up, took the chair behind him with a loud voice, and said in a panic voice, "I won't play anymore! I won't play! " Then he took back half of the chips and ran away like a fugitive. Thin gambler looks a bit like CCTV host Li Yong. He has a long face, a big back, a elegant purple suit, a bow tie, and three or four rings on his hand. He is an old hand who often haunts casinos from his flipping posture. At the moment, the long face was full of sweat. He held the cigar half burnt in one hand, and kept wiping his sweat with his handkerchief in the other hand. The Dutch officer waited patiently for a while, politely asked again, "Sir, do you want to keep betting?" The thin gambler slapped the table so hard that the ashtray jumped up and pointed to the baseball cap on the opposite side, shouting: "there is absolutely no second flush in this deck, so you can never win me." He smacked the cigarette fiercely, pressed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray, pushed half the chips over, and said fiercely, "you want to die, I will accompany you!" The baseball cap sneered and ignored his provocation. Many people stopped to watch the game. Each side played a card. Judging from the cards already played, the baseball caps did not win at all. "Please bet." He said. "Soha!" The baseball cap clattered and the rest of the chips were all pushed out. There was a low exclamation in the crowd. Someone whispered that he was dying. At this time, his murderous spirit was so strong that even Tao Te Ching could not resist it! I even had a kind of illusion when I was in a trance. I smelled a strong blood gas on this gambling table, heard the harsh sounds of swordsmen and shouting and killing. Then I realized that I was pulled back to reality. I saw the baseball cap sitting steadily, with a calm look, like a strategist.In contrast, the thin gambler was pale and sweaty, his hands shaking so that he could not even hold the chips. When the Dutch official asked if he was betting, the thin gambler wiped his sweat hard and prepared to follow the bet. Just then, behind the baseball cap, a majestic ancient warrior suddenly appeared. He was wearing a pair of armor full of blood and rust. Behind him, he was wearing a broken red cape. He held a Bing iron long gun in his hand. He suddenly crossed the long gun in his hand over the gambling table and stabbed it straight into the chest of the thin gambler. This scene made me lose my color, subconsciously reached for the Sirius whip in my arms. This gun didn't really stab the thin gambler. Of course, the thin gambler couldn't see the ancient warrior. Just when the tip of the gun touched his body, he suddenly stood up like a ghost and shouted, "I surrender, spare my life, spare my life!" All the people at the table gave him a surprised look, and the thin gambler himself didn't know what was going on. He was sweating, his body was shaking like chaff, and the middle of his pants was wet. There was yellow liquid dripping constantly, sending out a smell of stinking. I scared my opponent to pee on the gambling table. Even Fage's "God of gamblers" can't have such a strong momentum! I am absolutely sure that this man has a special shade! In a flash, the ancient warriors disappeared. The baseball cap smirked and put the winning chips into his arms, put them into a paper bag prepared by a casino, gave the Dutch official a chip as a tip, and then left. As soon as the man left, the air around the gambling table suddenly became relaxed, as if a big stone on his body had been removed, and many people had a long sigh of relief. My curiosity has been hooked up. I've been in contact with the Yin for so long, and I haven't been able to use the big killing tools. But I haven't met the Yin with such a strong, pure and direct killing Qi. I'd like to know what it is! "Go, let's keep up with him!" I was about to leave when the T-shirt man grabbed my arm. His face was very serious. "No! It's very unusual. I think it's better not to interfere. " I doubted that I had heard it wrong. T-shirt man has always been an undoubted expert in this field in my mind. How could he even admit it? I'm not reconciled to it. It's like scratching my heart and scratching my lungs. It's like a martial artist sees a lost secret script and can't turn it over. But since t-shirt men advise me not to interfere, let alone. We went back to see boss Huang and told him that we were not going to interfere in this matter. Boss Huang was disappointed and pleaded again and again. The T-shirt man said lightly, "you can rest assured that the man will not come several times." I thought to myself, what does T-shirt man know? When I went out, I asked him. He just shook his head. I knew him well after so long. No one could force him to talk about something he didn't want to talk about.
