After the three-way stud, the stakes in the gambling game have been decided, and it should be a turn of events.
After Jiang Xiaoyu drank "Ding!", his hands shook in various patterns, and he was the first to turn over the hole card, and it turned out to be a flush card.
As long as Zhu Tong didn't turn over three 8s and a pair of aces, and as long as Zhao Yongbing didn't turn out a straight flush, Jiang Xiaoyu would be today's winner; Ding Ran Xingkong and Zhu Tong's 20 million would all become his.
Zhao Yongbing screamed, his right hand trembled, and then Zhao Yongbing showed his hole card and face card. There was no flush, just a miscellaneous card.
"Why?" Zhao Yongbing looked at Jiang Xiaoyu blankly. He didn't understand why he was influenced by others' emotions and then his behavior at such a critical moment.
No one paid attention to him at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhu Tong's hand.
The cigarette hanging from the corner of the little liar's mouth fell to the card table with the sound of "Ding!". Only he knew what cards were in his hand, and it was impossible to get the iron gourd; what's more terrible is that, in his hand,
Only half of the cards are left.
When Jiang Xiaoyu drank "Ding!", he rushed towards Zhao Yongbing with two points of strength, and eight points at Zhu Tong.
At the same time, his fingers turned like flowers, and a green light popped out from the middle finger of his right hand, hitting the card in Zhu Tong's hand.
It was a tea leaf. The tea leaf hidden in Jiang Xiaoyu's hand destroyed the cards in Zhu Tong's hand; the drop of water soaked in the tea leaf fell on Zhu Tong's chest.
Although Zhu Tong's chest was partially protected by the phoenix mask, his upper body still swayed, and his mind was confused for a moment.
"You are very powerful." Zhu Tong woke up quickly, stretched out his left hand to pick up the cigarette, and slowly drew in the air.
Light gray smoke condensed in the air, Zhu Tong drew the last stroke, the cigarette burned out, and a big word "Zen" floated on the gambling table.
Everyone groaned, Jiang Xiaoyu felt the deepest emotion, and could no longer keep his eyes away from this word.
After writing the word "Zen", Zhu Tong softly shouted "open", threw out the hole card A and the face card 8 with his right hand, and made a full house, which can only be defeated by a flush. He laughed: "It's 8 again, it's really auspicious, today
With good luck, I won up to 8 if I won money.”
"Beautiful." The middle-aged man clapped his hands in admiration and blew out his breath gently, and the word "Zen" gradually disappeared into nothingness.
"You're out of trouble." Zhao Yongbing stood up and roared, about to pounce on Zhu Tong.
"Evidence?" Zhu Tong didn't move, and a casino attendant went to catch him; "I'm willing to admit defeat. You have to raise your bet. No one forces you to gamble."
Is Zhu Tong a thousand-year-old? The one-armed captain glanced at Jerrys, who shook his head, meaning that he didn't see it. The one-armed captain looked at the waiter standing in front of the door again. He had this headset in his ear, and the same thing happened.
Shaking his head, the monitoring room also didn't notice it.
Jiang Xiaoyu was still staring blankly at the void above the gambling table, as if winning or losing had nothing to do with him.
"Today's gambling ends here. Mr. Lee Jae-ho is the final winner."
The one-armed captain announced that the bet was over, and Jiang Xiaoyu came to his senses. Without even looking at Zhao Yongbing, he walked up to Zhu Tong and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Li is awesome and worthy of the name Zaihao."
"It's just good luck to cross the river." Zhu Tong held his hand together and carefully performed the Peng Ma Gong.
It makes sense for people in the world to shake hands when they meet; even people who are very familiar with each other will not do such etiquette as shaking hands.
A handshake, in the language of Jianghu, is basically a silent challenge; each other's level of cultivation can be roughly estimated from this handshake.
Jiang Xiaoyu tightened his grip. He practiced Buddhist internal skills and was the only lay disciple of Monk Snow. His skills were not outstanding. He had broken a corundum ball with this grip.
But Zhu Tong's hands were just like his own, smooth and tough. Jiang Xiaoyu tried to hold his hand bones several times, but they were all eliminated. Jiang Xiaoyu finally got lucky and his strength was only
When he reached the inch, a strong rebound came from Zhu Tong's tiger's mouth, and Jiang Xiaoyu's hand bounced away.
"I hope Mr. Li's luck will always be this good." Jiang Xiaoyu left. Responding to Zhao Yongbing's pull, he waved his arm to bounce him away: "If you lose Dingran Xingkong, you will be worthless.
Not as good as a dog."
"You guys set up a trap to deceive me. You are all in the same group." Zhao Yongbing seemed to be a mad dog. He grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu's hand again and turned back to grab Zhu Tong.
"Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?" Zhu Tong rubbed his sore right hand, walked around Zhao Yongbing and walked to the door; "Gambling, the important thing about gambling is not gambling, but betting; only fools believe in luck."
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and even though Zhu Tong had already left the casino, his heart still felt cold.
Jiang Xiaoyu was so angry that he took action. Although the push seemed weak, the bones in Zhao Yongbing's chest must have been shaken. How long can he hold on like a normal person? One day or two days?
Although Zhu Tong remained calm during the handshake just now, the meridians in his right hand had been injured and he would not be able to recover within ten days. Zhao Yongbing would be incapacitated even if he was beaten by such a master.
However, there is a tradition in Jianghu Dao that the secret Kung Fu is not allowed to be used by ordinary people; Jiang Xiaoyu did this in front of a group of Jianghu people without any scruples.
"This is what you want." Zhu Tong came to the deck again, followed by Liu Yilan. Zhu Tong handed over the document signed by Zhao Yongbing; "I will do what I said, Sister Yilan, you also want what you promised me."
Can you give me an explanation?"
"Wait for my call within three days, and I will give you an explanation. After a while, the ship will dock and let Shanshan go to Zhao Yongbing's villa. He is already a dead dog."
Liu Yilan followed Zhu Tong to the edge of the deck and asked, "Why did you ask Shanshan and Qin to go to the villa? There now..."
Shanshan came over with two glasses of wine and handed one to Zhu Tong and Liu Yilan; the look in Zhu Tong's eyes showed nothing but admiration.
"Don't worry, Zhao Yongbing is here. His men are no match for Qin Keqiang. Shanshan's safety is no problem. Shanshan; Zhao Yongbing will return there soon. He only has that one place left to go. Even if you let him go, Zhao Yongbing
He won’t live for more than a few days.”
Zhu Tong shook the wine glass in his hand carelessly. This was the first glass of wine he drank tonight. He walked to the edge of the deck and put his hand casually on the railing. The tiny bits of paper were blown into the boundless ocean by the sea breeze.
dark.
"You're still out of luck." Liu Yilan noticed that Zhu Tong was destroying evidence, and he had at least two cards in his sleeves.
"Who is clean in this kind of gambling? I paid a thousand dollars because someone else paid a thousand dollars first, and the one-armed captain knows it. According to the rules, half of it belongs to him. Sister Yilan, the Dingran Starry Sky is yours, I didn't make much money today.
."
Zhu Tong won this game mainly by relying on Zhu Tong's secret drug psychedelic powder; these were hidden in cigarettes and sprayed on the opponent's face when necessary. With a little psychological suggestion, the opponent would get into Zhu Tong's confusion.
Set a trap.
In fact, Zhu Tong has been ready to go out for a long time. Playing with these gadgets is not very difficult for a Zhu disciple.
In the first three quarters, Zhu Tong carefully stole three eights and hid them in his sleeves, pinned them with silver needles, and could pop them out at any time to change the cards in his hand. But snakes have their own ways, and dogs have their own ways; Zhu Men
Not Qianmen, they have never made a living from this; the little liars study these, and it seems that they are still influenced by the old liars.
No one is a saint. Gambling is a business and the purpose is to make money. The one-armed captain also saw something fishy about Zhu Tong’s last card. The reason why he covered it up for him was to get half of the profit. Everyone is just a gangster.
The middle man, no matter how good the situation is, Zhu Men is obviously more powerful than the gangsters in Shanghai. As long as his feet are not exposed on the market, the one-armed captain is happy to make a fortune in silence.
This kind of thousand skills is called the ecstasy formation, and it is so silent that even the one-armed captain does not understand how he was kicked out of the gambling game by Zhu Tong.
The little liar said he didn't make any money, but Liu Yilan didn't believe it. She calculated it secretly and said with a smile: "It must be five million, right?"
"Five million? Excluding the draw, I only have 600,000." Zhu Tong threw the wine glass into the sea, rubbed his hands, and the evidence was destroyed.
"Where is she from? She seems to be very familiar with Jiang Xiaoyu." Zhu Tong was a little worried about Xie Jing. She lost nearly 20 million, she didn't look right, and there was hatred in her eyes when she looked at this place. Also
The boring monk, with a boring smile on his face, sat behind the piano and played a serenade, with only one audience, Lan Zhanjiang.
"We were careless before, but now it seems that Silver Snake and Qingyang have been connected for a long time; Jiang Xiaoyu is a powerful character."
"However, he is so capable and is also staring at the burning starry sky. You will be in trouble in the future. Besides, he is also selling drugs."
"Don't talk nonsense without evidence." Liu Yilan shook her head. It is one thing for everyone to have conflicts, but it is another thing to sell drugs; the levels are different.
"Yes, there is no evidence, and Jianghu also needs evidence." Zhu Tong muttered; since the Republic of China, Jianghu Road has had public opinion, prohibiting the eight sects from being contaminated with opium.
"The world needs evidence, especially now; for example, you, little lover, if the Golden Buddha has evidence to prove that you made the master of Kongji's junior brother, Snow Kuangseng, like that, what will happen?"
"What happened to the Snow Monk? Haha, no matter what happens to him, it has nothing to do with me." Zhu Tong was most worried about him.
"A master from a generation is basically like an idiot now. If possible, please let him go back to the mountain." Liu Yilan sighed; "What about the big fire wheel? He has nothing to do with you? Master Kongmu brought the big fire to the Golden Buddha Temple.
The purpose is to let the eminent monks of the Golden Buddha know in detail what methods you, a master of Zhumen, used to make him paralyzed and unconscious."
"Well, that's right, Big Fire Wheel... What's his relationship with Jiang Xiaoyu?"
"Why do you ask?" Liu Yilan looked back, looking at the little liar in front of her strangely; he didn't seem to care about the big wheel's injuries.
"Yanzi didn't know Big Wheel before. If they are so close, there must be a matchmaker in the middle. I know Yanzi, she is not a frivolous person."
"You mean, Jiang Xiaoyu is pimping for his sister?" Liu Yilan's face became hot for no reason when she mentioned pimping; when it comes to pimping, the one who is best at pimping is Eighth Grade Orchid.
"If that's really the case, Jiang Xiaoyu is powerful enough; he is a lay disciple of the first-grade Golden Buddha master Xue Kuangseng, a direct disciple of the fifth-grade Qingyang, and is involved with the fourth-grade Honghuo, and is also suspected of drug trafficking. All of this
What does it prove? There is also Lan Zhanjiang of the third-grade blue stone. The gambling game today is so damn lively, they are all experts."
"Prove what?" Liu Yilan asked.
"Nothing to prove, there is no evidence. Sister Yilan, does Mr. Lan want me to let Snow Monk go? There is still no evidence." Zhu Tong laughed and turned to find the one-armed captain to settle the score.
Liu Yilan would never have imagined what the little liar was planning now.
Sure enough, after the one-armed captain completed the liquidation, he paid Zhu Tong 23.6 million; of which 22 million was the gambling capital, and 1.6 million was the little liar's gain tonight.
"Brother Zhu, what do you want?" The one-armed captain once again lost to Zhu Tong, and the loss was fair. He was afraid that this little liar would make any excessive demands.
"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll talk about it later. I want to know now, what is his trump card?" Zhu Tong originally wanted to ask something about the master, the old liar, but suddenly felt that it was not necessary. The favor of the one-armed captain was valuable.
It is beyond money.
"Do you really want to know?" The one-armed captain knew that Zhu Tong was talking about the middle-aged man and turned on the monitor.
After everyone left the gambling game, Jerrys turned over the middle-aged man's hole card, and found out that it was a five, and the three above it were the largest four.
"He is the master. If he can win, you will have to take action."
"Who is he?" Zhu Tong's heart trembled.
"The rules of the Jianghu, you just need to know that he is a member of the Jianghu. But not a member of the eight sects of you."
"Is he Senior Qianmen?"
"No comment, it's still early. You can go upstairs to rest, or you can go down below and play a few games." The one-armed captain flatly refused Zhu Tong's inquiry and opened the door to invite him out of the captain's cabin.
The little liar was in a heavy mood. After stepping out of the elevator, he had changed into a different look; the clothes on his body had also been changed.
The hall was still bustling with people, and gamblers gathered around the baccarat table, cheering for hundreds or thousands of wins and losses.
Zhao Yongbing's bodyguard kept watching the elevator in Shuiyifang, but Zhu Tong took another elevator.
"Will they deal with themselves?" Zhu Tong was wondering when he saw Jiang Xiaoyu approaching them, muttering something in a low voice.
The little liar hesitated for a moment and chose to leave quickly. He didn't want to be involved in the Jianghu disputes, especially Jiang Xiaoyu. Because of Yanzi's relationship, Zhu Tong felt wronged.
Alas! These are all romantic debts left over from the past, and it is really difficult to pay them back.
This is a bar on the fifth floor. There are not as many customers as there are well-dressed maids. There are only a few drinkers. Obviously, they are all those who lost all their last dollar and drank to relieve their worries.
The hands of the CK watch point to four o'clock in the morning, the ocean is still silent, and the butterfly god is also silent.
Zhu Tong stared at the darkness outside the porthole window. Thinking of Ye'er, her heart trembled. She wouldn't have any accidents, right?
Zhu Tong had just drank two beers and was mingling with the drunks. He felt the Snow Monk approaching and screamed in his heart: Although the old monk was unconscious, his skills were still there. As for how he found him...
Before the little liar could figure it out, the Snow Monk's huge palm swung over, bringing with it a hint of cold air. He didn't even have time to dodge, and a palm was heavily stamped on his back. His body was like a boat on the angry sea, floating lightly against the long porthole.
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Zhu Tong broke through the thick glass and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he floated out of the porthole with a smile on his face.
Now that the Snow Monk has appeared, Ye'er is safe.