Huadu small security guard

Chapter 165 The Gamble Begins

"Please open the cards."

The waiter waved to Yang Jie politely, Yang Jie smiled slightly, and lit up the cards in his hand: "Four Aces."

"This gentleman has four A's, congratulations."

The waiter put the chips in front of everyone in Yang Jie's hand, and the other three shook their heads helplessly, and got up and left one by one.

"Damn it, I won eleven in a row. Did I under-set the goal? According to this speed, I can earn 1000 million in less than half an hour."

Zhang Yiming murmured to himself with some regret, it seemed that Yang Jie did have some real skills.

"Sir, please wait a moment, we will match your opponent right away."

The waiter said something politely, then quietly left the gaming table, walked to a secluded place, and whispered through the miniature walkie-talkie: "Boss, a master came and won hundreds of dollars with only 20 yuan." It's all over."

Wu Xinyang, who was sitting leisurely in the office, frowned slightly when he heard the waiter's words: "Didn't you find out that he was cheating?"

"Boss, I've been paying attention to him all the time, but his technique is so fast that there's no trace of a trick at all. What's even more frightening is that he can put back the stolen cards without any trace. With this technique alone, We are definitely not his opponent."

The waiter said with a serious face, all the waiters here are thieves with two hands, if even they can't see the flaws, it can be seen that Yang Jie is worthy of being the king of thousands of kings.

"Is he purely here to win money, or is he here to pick a spot?"

Wu Xinyang also became a little nervous. In this world, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are all kinds of masters. If they are only here to win money, it is okay, but if they are here to smash the market, it is really difficult to handle.

"It's not clear, that guy has won eleven hands in a row, and studs every time without looking at the cards. I think he came here on purpose to find trouble."

The waiter frowned and said judgmentally.

"Well, I see, keep monitoring him, I'll be right over."

Wu Xinyang closed the line after saying a word, and after a while, he showed up in the casino with two people.

"Boss, that person is right there and hasn't left."

The waiter hurried up to greet him, pointed at Yang Jie and said.

Wu Xinyang glanced at Yang Jie from a distance, seeing that he was a very ordinary young man, without the aura of a hidden master at all, he couldn't help but doubt the waiter's words.

"Are you sure he won by skill, not pure luck?"

"Boss, I can't be wrong. According to your instructions, he started to win money all the time. I raised him as a pig. I planned to kill him after he had almost won other people's money. I didn't expect I changed the cards a few times, but I didn't kill him, how can there be such a lucky person in the world?"

The waiter swears by it.

Wu Xinyang turned his head and looked at the two people behind him: "Fan Ruihang, Lao Song, you two are the top masters of Qianmen, you should be able to take down this person, right?"

Fan Ruihang had an arrogant expression on his face, and curled his lips in disdain: "Mr. Wu, what are you talking about, I have been with you for three years, did you ever miss one time?"

Lao Song smiled faintly: "Boss, even if you don't believe in our strength, you should still believe in the high-tech in the casino. With the two of us and various high-tech equipment, taking him down will not be a problem."

"Okay, let's go out and have fun first, but don't startle the snake for the time being, I haven't understood the purpose of this person coming to us yet."

Wu Xinyang said something coldly, then raised his hand and called a bald man with a ferocious face, and whispered something in his ear.

The bald man nodded and left the casino quickly.

"Okay, I've asked Qiu Wu to arrange the manpower. Even if the other party is here to pick a spot, don't be afraid. This is my Wu Xinyang's territory. No one dares to make trouble here. Go ahead."

"Boss, he will leave here penniless today."

Fan Ruihang said coldly, and came to the gambling table with Lao Song.

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, these two gentlemen want to make a bet with you."

"Well, I get it, Brother Yiming, you can also come to join us. It's enough to see you all night."

Yang Jie only took one look at the hands of the two men, and concluded that they were masters, so he called Zhang Yiming to come and gamble.

Zhang Yiming walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, and sat down at the gaming table carelessly: "I'll tell you in advance, I'm not very good at playing, so don't hold you back."

Yang Jie smiled honestly: "Brother Yiming is too modest, I have never seen you lose before."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm Stud."

Fan Ruihang just sat down, and before the waiter dealt the cards, he threw a stack of chips into the center of the gaming table.

"Damn, you're so aggressive, it seems like you want to fight us to win or lose, then well, I'm stud too."

As Zhang Yiming was talking, he took out the ten-yuan chip from his pocket and threw it over.

Fan Ruihang and Lao Song were full of black lines, and even Yang Jie felt embarrassed.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?"

The three of them looked puzzled, Zhang Yiming asked weakly.

"Brother Yiming, if someone studs without looking at the cards, we have to put out equal chips to do it."

Yang Jie said embarrassingly that Zhang Yiming was obviously a rookie in the casino, and he felt ashamed of his ignorance.

"Oh, what's the matter, let me tell you earlier, share half of your chips with me, and I'll stud too."

Zhang Yiming domineeringly distributed a pile of chips from Yang Jie, and pushed them to the center of the gaming table gracefully.

Fan Ruihang looked at Zhang Yiming with disdain: "Brother is refreshing."

"Of course, if it's not exciting to gamble, let's deal the cards!"

Zhang Yiming sat back on his seat casually, he was more gambler than Yang Jie.

A gleam flashed in Fan Ruihang's eyes, and Lao Song couldn't help but pay attention to Zhang Yiming. Maybe Yang Jie is a master, but he is not the best. Zhang Yiming is the real master.

Ignoring the two people's gazes, Zhang Yiming took the two cards from the waiter, glanced at them casually, and showed a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

His mysterious smile surprised Fan Ruihang and Lao Song. Although it is very common in Qianmen to use micro-expressions to test or confuse opponents, as first-rate veterans, they can naturally see that Zhang Yiming's smile from the heart.

"Could it be that he already has the certainty of victory?"

There was a trace of hesitation in the hearts of both of them, feeling that they couldn't figure out Zhang Yiming's bottom line.

Zhang Yiming laughed, slapped the two cards on the gaming table, and made a clear voice: "See, two 2s, if there is no bomb, I will win!"

"puff!"

Not only Fan Ruihang and Lao Song, but even Yang Jie couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of old blood. After a good round of stud, it was too embarrassing to be beaten into a landlord by this guy.

"Brother Yiming, we are playing stud, so we don't need to play cards."

Yang Jie wiped the sweat from embarrassment on his forehead, and explained to Zhang Yiming in a low voice.

Zhang Yiming suddenly looked confused: "This is not fighting the landlord, then okay, pass, you go on."

Yang Jie really wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. He really regretted letting Zhang Yiming come to gamble. There are three thousand masters at a gaming table, but such a rookie got mixed up, which is quite a sense of joy.

Fan Ruihang and Lao Song looked at each other and showed disdainful smiles at the same time. It seemed that Zhang Yiming was just bluffing, and there was nothing to be afraid of at all.

It's just that they didn't see the smile on the corner of Zhang Yiming's mouth.

(End of this chapter)