The Queen of the Underworld

In the luxurious room in the middle of the third floor, there was a dense scene. There was a gambling table in the middle, surrounded by nearly thirty bodyguards, guarding the old man on the middle chair. Zhou Hua stood beside him, like a docile sheep. 【 】

Nothing around this room is open to the outside world, and it is full of bodyguards stationed by the king of gambling.

The human-shaped passage led all the way to the room where the gambling king was.

Mengdie and Shen Fei walked to the front, and the door was immediately opened by two beauties in uniforms, and all the scenes inside appeared in front of Mengdie's eyes.

Mengdie and Shen Fei looked at each other, smiled faintly, and walked in side by side.

The moment Mengdie first appeared at the door, the aura of the gambling king changed. He was no longer the image of an old man at sunset, but a compelling majesty aura radiated in the private room.

Zhou Hua and the others held their breaths and concentrated, their bodies could not help but bend down in front of this overwhelming momentum.

They understand that this intangible aura has been cultivated by the king of gambling for a long time in that high position in Macau.

But Meng Die still had a smile on her face, as if she didn't care, she simply regarded that aura as nothing; Shen Fei also did the same, if he wanted to talk about the real aura, he had also felt it in that old man's body, that's amazing It's really like substance.

The gambler's eyes were full of surprises, and then he flashed past, and asked Mengdie and the two, "Do you know who I am?"

"Is this the Hongmen Banquet?" Mengdie answered irrelevantly.

The gambling king was taken aback when he heard this, and then he burst out laughing, "Since you know, why do you dare to come?"

"I've heard a phrase about taking a chestnut out of a fire."

The gambling king narrowed his eyes, "Then you are not afraid of being burned to death?"

"If you don't try it, who will know?"

"So confident?"

Mengdie smiled and asked: "Let's get into the topic, what are you going to bet on?"

In the eyes of the gambling king, light flashed non-stop. He was able to be so relaxed and casual in front of him, and there was also a feeling that he was not afraid of him being in his eyes at all. This feeling was very strange. He was his own son. , nor can this be done.

"How do you guys want to play?" The Gambling King's voice didn't show any signs of aging.

Mengdie shrugged, "It doesn't matter, you can play anything, but you have to think carefully about this bet."

"kindness?"