"Jiang Hao is going to open the thirteenth card. If he really continues to draw a card and draw a card exactly the same as the one he wants in the end, Jiang Hao will really play a deck of winning cards against Hu, and it's still so big, right and Hu. I really can't figure out how he got it."

"If Jiang Hao doesn't win, it's already 108 times. I did lose three times just now, and lost a full forty times. But except for forty times, Jiang Hao won fifty-eight times. This time I won so much, it's really amazing."

"I've got all such difficult cards, and it's probably not a problem to win!"

“…”

Onlookers looked at Jiang Hao's mahjong cards and felt that Jiang Hao would definitely accept it. If he had even won such cards in secret, it would be strange if he didn't win. After all, such good luck is not something that anyone can have. Even Hu Baiban just now, there is not so many nine times the cards.

Bang!

Jiang Hao still looked as stable as Mount Tai. He picked up the mahjong slowly, turned the clasped mahjong over and gently picked it up and placed it on the table. The mahjong collided with the table, making a slight collision sound.

He Lang squinted his eyes and looked at the thirteenth card that Jiang Hao opened. The sound of mahjong and the table collided very lightly, but when he heard it, he felt very harsh in his ears, his body trembled slightly, his eyes were floating randomly, and his heart was extremely nervous.

He Lang's original self-confidence was quickly wiped out as the mahjong started. The winning or loss of this game of mahjong was even more serious. If he lost, he would be 58 times the compensation, how could he not be nervous?

"How could it be a whiteboard?"

Hu Baiban saw the thirteenth mahjong card that Jiang Hao took, stood up again in shock, muttering to himself in disbelief.

"What's wrong with Mr. Hu?"

He Lang keenly noticed the drastic change in Hu Baiban's face, frowned in suspicion, opened his mouth weakly, and asked curiously with a soft voice. He was about to be defeated now. If it weren't for Hu Baiban's reaction, he would have been too lazy to ask.

"The four whiteboards should be all here with me."

Hu Baiban replied with unconscious eyes, as if he was still in deep thought, or could not accept the facts he saw in front of him.

"How can you be so sure?"

He Lang frowned in confusion. This secret game could hold the cards, and there was no card that should not appear. He didn't understand why Hu Baiban was so shocked. Even when he just drew three, he had never seen him so frightened.

"What does Mahjong King mean?"

Jiang Hao originally reached for the 14th mahjong, which was the last card, and his hand paused. He stared at the absent-minded Hu Baiban with interest, wanting to see what Hu Baiban was going to do. Anyway, he didn't care about winning this time, and Jiang Hao could afford to wait.

“The four whiteboards should be all in my cards.”

Hu Baiban suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with sharp light, as if he wanted to see through the whiteboard on Jiang Hao's table. However, the whiteboard was still a whiteboard, and he did not change his eyes at all. He lay quietly on the table and was silent with Hu Baiban.

"Why are you so sure?"

Fan Yao had a disdainful smile on his lips and looked at Hu Baiban who was in a daze. When he just opened three or nine pieces, Hu Baiban just frowned. Why did he change his temperament completely when he opened the whiteboard?

"The whiteboard has always been my lucky card, so I like to have a whiteboard when playing cards. To say a bit superstitious, I think with the whiteboard, I have the belief that I will win.

This makes my memory of the whiteboard cards far exceed that of other mahjong. Even if other cards make mistakes, I won’t be surprised, but only the whiteboard can’t make mistakes.

I just remember clearly that I had already included all four whiteboards in the mahjong in front of me.

But……."

Hu Baiban looked at the whiteboard in front of Jiang Hao with a complicated expression. He really couldn't figure out why even the whiteboard that should not make mistakes made mistakes, and he couldn't accept this at all!

"There are indeed whiteboards in the Mahjong King winning the cards just now."

After listening to Hu Baiban's explanation, the onlookers recalled the three games that Hu Baiban won just now, and they did have whiteboards. They all realized that you nodded with great enlightenment.

"But facts are facts."

Jiang Hao looked at Hu Baiban who was in trouble. He did not have any membranes on the whiteboard. His whiteboard was indeed borrowed from Hu Baiban's mahjong.

It is undoubtedly a troublesome to attack someone, especially those like Hu Baiban who have experienced ups and downs and have long been indifferent to everything. The easiest and easiest way is to defeat his beliefs, and Hu Baiban's beliefs are undoubtedly Baiban.

So Jiang Hao made a sneak attack and replaced the whiteboard with the purpose of making Hu Baiban lose his fighting spirit, and it would be best not to continue betting.

"Can I see my mahjong?"

Hu Baiban's eyes turned to the mahjong that was holding his eyes in front of him. According to the rules of secret beating, he could not open the mahjong in advance. He wanted to seek Jiang Hao's opinion.

"You can do whatever you want."

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand and made a light call. What he did when he changed the pillar was silent. Even under the gaze of people, it would not affect his stolen change at all. Naturally, he didn't mind Hu Baiban checking his card.

Bang!

Hu Baiban took a deep breath, grabbed both ends of the thirteen cards with both hands, and gently turned his hands inward, and the mahjong was turned over skillfully and then placed on the table.

"It's true that I almost won."

Looking at Hu Baiban's mahjong, everyone found that his cards were indeed almost going to win this fourth game, but unfortunately, they were intercepted by Jiang Hao in the end.

"Just two whiteboards!"

Hu Baiban thrust his body backwards, sat weakly on the chair, pillowing his head on the chair, and laying on the chair with a blow. He did not expect that even Baiban, who remembered the most, had never made any mistakes since his debut, had not remembered them well. This made him deeply blame and guilt and in pain.

"Two whiteboards?"

He Lang's face shook violently, and the heart-wrenching pain of the wound on his face made him shudder, and his eyes looked at the only card he was holding in fear. If this card was turned on, it would be a whiteboard, which would mean he lost!

Lost! I can't lose. I must find a way to stop Jiang Hao from winning. I can't just lose 20 million.

He Lang's head became clear in an instant. He could not watch the 20 million flow into Jiang Hao's pocket.

What should I think of?

He Lang was so nervous that he even breathed rapidly. He held his hands tightly, and his fingers turned pale white because they used too much force. His eyes suddenly saw a waiter holding a tray delivering drinks to an audience standing in front of the gambling table, approaching the gambling table.

Have it!

He Lang's eyes lit up, but then it dimmed. His eyes were staring at the waiter holding the tray with one hand.

The waiter seemed to notice He Lang's gaze and looked up at He Lang in confusion. When he saw the gaze that He Lang was cast, he was a little stunned. He looked at Jiang Hao, who was sitting upright at the gambling table with complicated eyes, gave He Lang a look of understanding, and continued to carry the tray toward the gambling table.

Jiang Hao, I want to see how you won this bet. If you want to win the money from He Lang, you won’t even have the door.

He Lang looked at Jiang Hao with a smile, waiting for a good show to happen. The waiters recruited by the Wild Wolf Gang training were all selected and the responsive little brothers had an interpretation of the meaning of their eyes during the training. These waiters wandered in the casino all day long and had long been familiar with his every look, even blinking his eyes a few times. He believed that the younger brother had already understood the information he conveyed accurately.

"Mahjong King, if you finish watching it, I will open this last card."

Jiang Hao asked Hu Baibanzheng, who was lying on the chair, closed his eyes and was full of pain.

"You can drive."

Hu Baiban lifted his hand weakly and placed it on the armrest of the chair again. With so many people watching at the scene, Jiang Hao would not cheat, nor could he cheat. The effect was the same. Why did he feel uneasy when he started to attack secretly for the fourth time!

The situation is wrong!

Jiang Hao was about to get up and reached out to touch the mahjong on the table. Suddenly he noticed someone was staring at him with bad intentions.

Today, Jiang Hao not only has his body and hearing, but his vision is very sensitive, and his perception of danger has also improved a lot. He can clearly perceive a bad look.

Jiang Hao's movement of touching mahjong was stiff in the air. He narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the side that felt the ominous, and saw the waiter dragging the tray, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Your drink."

Seeing Jiang Hao staring at him, the waiter quickly lowered his head with a dodge, pretended to calmly pick up the juice on the tray, and handed it to the person who asked for the drink.

"Okay, thank you."

The person who asked for the drinks was standing in front of the table. At this moment, he focused all his attention at the gambling table. He was staring at Jiang Hao's mahjong that was about to be opened. He stretched out his hand without looking back. He didn't look at the waiter and went to pick up the drink he had handed over. He believed that the waiter would hand the drink to him because this was what an excellent waiter should do.

"Give."

The waiter's mouth moved, revealing a hint of joy. He deliberately touched the drink's cup and reached the hand in front of him. Then he moved the drink's cup forward a little, and threw the cup full of the drink toward the gambling table with his wrist.

"ah!"

The waiter opened his mouth wide in fear, and like a conditioned reflex, directly made a forward move and rushed towards the gambling table.

The waiter's purpose is very simple, which is to use his brute force to hit the gambling table and mess up the mahjong on the gambling table, so that the bet cannot continue. All he has done now is an order given to him by He Lang.

"ah."

The waiter took off the water cup filled with juice and quickly slammed it at the gambling table. The sudden change scared everyone who was standing at the gambling table and all retreated in a conditioned reflex.

The waiter's body was hit hard by someone, and his forward pounced faster. The waiter looked at the gambling table close at hand and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person hit the gambling table, even if he didn't knock the gambling table over, the purpose of destroying the mahjong layout could still be achieved easily.

If this bet is destroyed, according to He Lang's clear character of reward and punishment, wouldn't he give himself a big reward? The waiter excitedly rushed to the gambling table. In his eyes, the gambling table was no longer a gambling table, but a gold mountain shining with golden light, a gold mountain waiting for him to dig.
Chapter completed!