At this moment, I felt half of my body was sore.

And the man glanced at the knife in his hand and said something strangely:

"Boy, it's not bad. You can even eat at Rongmen?"

As he said that, he looked up at me.

"Gambling, or not?"

"What if I don't gamble?"

I gritted my teeth and said stubbornly.

"Haha! Do you think I really don't dare to slap your hands? Let me tell you, don't talk about you. If Wu Yaogou gets angry with me, I will still deal with him!"

As he said that, his fingers pressed slightly on my shoulder blades.

He obviously didn't use any force, but this sore feeling.

But it made me feel a sense of pain.

Seeing me looking in pain, the man sneered and said:

"This is just a small one of the eight styles of brocade hangings, so you can't stand it? You dare to call yourself a member of the Thousand Gate. I, a person from the One Wanmen, want to bet with you. You actually pushed three times and four times, which really made you lose the face of your ancestors!"

I gritted my teeth, stared at the man, and said:

"Okay, I'll bet with you. But you have to add another one too!"

"What?"

"If you lose, call me Master, Chuliu Master from now on!"

The man was stunned at first.

Then, he laughed loudly.

The laughter kept echoing in the lonely night sky.

"It's been many years, I haven't seen the true master of Qianmen! Okay, I agree!"

The man said, letting go of his hand.

After returning the knife to me, he said directly:

"Follow me!"

We took a taxi, left the city, and came to an old city.

There are not many buildings here, most of them are small courtyards with brick and tile structures.

Following the man, he entered a room in a small courtyard.

The moment I opened the door and the lights, I was attracted by the layout in this hall.

On the walls around, there are guys who often use them to hang sub-doors.

Such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks and forks.

On the Eight Immortals table next to it, there was a pile of playing cards on it.

On the wall behind the Eight Immortals Table, there is a giant old photo.

The color of the photo has turned yellow.

It will take at least ten years to see.

In the photo, there is a man in his fifties.

This man was wearing Tang suit, with long eyebrows and beards.

Although he looked like a smile, he could not hide the sharpness of his eyes.

What made me most curious was that there were several darts on the heart of this full body photo.

This picture of the heart-wrenching piercing seems to show his hatred for the person in the photo.

Seeing me looking at this photo, the man hurried over.

As soon as he reached out, he tore off the photo.

Then, he moved the chair and said to me:

"Sit down, one game determines the outcome, start now!"

As he said that, the man took out a new pair of poker from the drawer next to him.

"How to bet?"

I asked.

The man slowly opened the poker and said:

"Touch the cards! Each person touches five cards, and compares the size according to the rules of stud..."

"Touch the card? How to touch it?"

I looked at him strangely, not understanding what he meant.

"What's wrong with this? You can't shuffle the cards, and you don't have the chance to cut cards. You can feel the poker points by touching them entirely. Then, draw five of them!"

Are you crazy?

Touch poker with your hands?

I can find mahjong, paijiu, and dice.

But I absolutely can't figure out the poker points.

And I don't have the chance to touch the cards.

Even if I think of a thousand, I can't do anything about it.

"Who shuffles the cards?"

I asked.

"I!"

“This is unfair!”

"Fair? Haha, I'm the Gunzimen, you're Qianmen. I bet with you, it's unfair. Otherwise, let's follow the rules of Gunzimen to have a game? I'll let you dare to do it with both hands?"

"Don't dare!"

My answer was very straightforward.

"Then don't talk nonsense!"

As he said that, the man began to shuffle.

And I stared at his hands with all my attention.

I'm sure he didn't use any tricks when he shuffled the cards.

Moreover, he washed it flat, inserted it horizontally, and stacked it.

This way of reshuffling is somewhat similar to that of Haojiang's professional dealers.

In other words, he himself couldn't see the points he washed.

This is even more strange to me.

Then how did he draw cards?

The brand is welded on the top and bottom?

But after looking at it for a while, I didn't find any places to be caught.

Glasses?

Yes, his glasses.

If it doesn't work out, the problem lies in his glasses.

Thinking of this, I said directly:

"Okay, I agree with your gambling method. But you have to take off your glasses?"

The man was stunned at first.

But immediately, he understood what I meant.

He sneered and muttered:

"Be smart!"

Then, he took off his glasses.

The moment I saw his true face.

My heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

He only has one eye.
To be continued...