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Zhao Song glanced at who it was, an ordinary-looking girl who didn't look like a rich person and had no desire to win.

At this time, a young man appeared and said exaggeratedly.

"This, this girl, if I am not mistaken, is actually the ever-victorious general of Yanshang Tea House, the undefeated queen of gambling, and the one favored by the devil of fate - Miss Cuihua!"

Ye Lan:???

Zhao Song became interested after hearing this.

Always win?

Undefeated?

The favor of fate?

That’s because you haven’t met your uncle!

If God wants someone to die, he will make him crazy first!

When a person acquires enough assets, the mola he possesses becomes just a number, and at this time people will awaken to spiritual pursuits that do not normally exist.

"Miss Cuihua, I accept your challenge!" Zhao Song stood up and said in a reserved and elegant manner, imitating the manners of the upper-class people he had seen.

"So her name is Cuihua, and she's really good at playing dice."

"We're not gambling with dice now. I don't believe she's that good at other things."

Ye Lan's challenge attracted other people, and people came over one after another. Among them, those who had played in the dice area were whispering.

Zhao Song doesn't play dice. After listening to the conversation with his ears perked up, he thought it was a safe bet.

Zhao Song had actually heard of Cuihua's reputation, and became a little timid after she became so rampant.

However, this novice gambler disdains playing dice, believing that it all depends on luck.

Luck is on his side now, and the challenge you are challenging me is not something you are good at.

How to lose?

So, Zhao Song smiled.

"Ms. Cuihua, I've actually heard of you. You're very good at gambling."

"But I have always had a little doubt about whether you are better than me."

"This is a good opportunity to verify it."

In response, Ye Lan pulled out 10 million Mora worth of chips, casually threw them on the table, and laughed.

"Then let's get started."

At the beginning, 10 million Mora was bet, and the gamblers in the primary area exclaimed.

Zhao Song hesitated for a moment and put chips of the same value on the table.

Lin Ye and Keqing mixed in the crowd and watched.

first.

Ye Lan lost.

There was a sigh from the crowd.

Zhao Song laughed loudly, put the 10 million chips into his pocket, and said provocatively at the end.

"Ms. Cuihua, I was lucky this time. I almost lost... But luck is also a kind of strength. Do you want to continue?"

"...Of course." Ye Lan was silent for a moment, and this time he seriously took out the chips worth five million Mora and placed them neatly on the table.

Zhao Song did not hesitate and waved his hand to put in chips of equal value.

The second one.

Ye Lan lost again.

Zhao Song laughed wildly, his multiple victories clouding his mind. His face flushed red, like an eternally hungry devil in hell, his eyes full of greed.

Zhao Song excitedly transferred five million Mora chips to himself.

"What? Are you coming again?"

Zhao Song felt a great sense of satisfaction at this moment. He got the satisfaction in the casino that he couldn't get in the Lu family.

Ye Lan remained silent longer this time. He pursed his lips and solemnly placed a chip worth ten thousand Mora on the table, his body trembling slightly.

Lin Ye liked it.

Zhao Song kept shaking his head and smiled with pity.

"Since you're willing to continue, then come on."

The third one.

Ye Lan won, but it was a narrow victory.

Zhao Song was stunned.

He doesn't believe it.

With a bang, Zhao Song invested one million Mora and asked to continue.

Ye Lan said.

"I don't have one million Moras right now, how about this, you lend me one million Moras."

Zhao Song, who was in charge, agreed immediately without any pause.

Then the two signed the debt contract under the witness of the person in charge.

The fourth one.

Ye Lan won, but it was still a reluctant victory.

Zhao Song felt unbelievable. It was obvious that his luck was better than his opponent's, so why did he still lose? He lost without knowing why.

"Cheating! You must have cheated!"

Ye Lan shrugged and motioned Zhao Song to go check.

Zhao Song turned the store upside down but didn't find any signs of cheating. He then asked the female clerk to search Ye Lan, but still didn't find any hidden cards.

"Are you coming again?" This time it was Ye Lan who challenged.

"Come!" Zhao Song gritted his teeth. He didn't believe that his luck was over.

This time it was one million molas.

In the fifth round, Ye Lan won, but it was a narrow victory.

The sixth, seventh...

Until Zhao Song mortgaged all his property.

In the end, Ye Lan was able to control the situation and still managed to win.

Zhao Song's defense was broken.

Lord Yan rejected me.

Zhao Song watched Ye Lan slowly take away his wealth. His heart was bleeding and he couldn't swallow this. His eyes were bloodshot.

"No! I don't believe it! These are all mine!" Zhao Song said angrily.

"By the way! I want to borrow from you! Borrow... 20 million Mora!" Zhao Song shouted desperately like a mad dog with nowhere to go.

Seeing this, Lin Ye shook his head secretly.

Up.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lan revealed an appropriate sarcastic and disdainful smile, which irritated Zhao Song's nerves.

"can."

Zhao Song's hands were shaking as he signed the loan, his forehead was covered in sweat, and it took him a lot of effort to barely sign his name.

He had lived for more than forty years, and this was the first time he was so nervous that he was shaking and feeling cold.

The last one.

Ye Lan won easily.

Zhao Song was stunned.

He suddenly realized that this guy was playing himself!

He completely turned into a mad dog and pounced on him.

Then Lin Ye kicked him away and held him with both hands, forcing Zhao Song to remain in a kneeling position.

Ye Lan walked slowly to Zhao Song, who had a ferocious face, bent down slightly, and whispered in his ear.

"You have two choices now."

"Jail or jail for debt?"

Chapter 113 The whereabouts of Taoist Qingyang!

Go to jail, or go to jail for debt?

Isn't this all jail time?

Zhao Song didn't react for a moment. He lowered his head dejectedly with a look of despair. He only knew that his life was over.

How to repay the debt of 20 million Mora.

wrong!

This is a test from Prince Yan!

The next round will definitely be a comeback! 20 million Mora is just a gamble!

Zhao Song's expression became fanatical again.

"Let's go." Ye Lan turned around and instructed Lin Ye to take Zhao Song away.

No one present dared to stop him, and everyone speculated about what would happen to Zhao Song.

It is not surprising that such a scene appeared in the Yanshang Tea House.

Lin Ye and his friends did not leave the Yanshang Tea House, but went to the second floor, where they actually had tea.

There are not many people here. Those who won money will want to continue, while those who lost are in no mood or money to drink tea.

At a remote corner, Lin Ye looked down at the crowd below, feeling a little emotional. He had actually been here before, but not through the main entrance.

"What do you want to do?!"

Zhao Song saw Ye Lan and Lin Ye looking like villains, and there was a girl with a long sword following them. Having done many bad things, he finally realized that the villain had bad intentions and he was being targeted.

After the excitement disappeared, Zhao Song was left with only tension and fear.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea. Don't be so excited, you're disturbing others." Ye Lan said easily.

Zhao Song didn't want to sit down and drink tea with Ye Lan, but Lin Ye held his arm, so he couldn't run away. He was forced to sit down, with a look of anxiety and trepidation on his face.

"Going to jail, or going to jail for debt?" Ye Lan repeated the same words while pouring herself tea.

Zhao Song showed a puzzled expression.

"This is a chance I'm giving you. Originally, there was nothing to discuss with you, but you're involved in something my friend is investigating." Ye Lan said with a smile.

"I don't know. Do you still have the goods?"

Zhao Song's eyes widened. He misunderstood it in the direction that was most beneficial to him and said flatteringly.

"So you want the goods. I only have a small batch left, but I can offer them all to you as a token of my good will."

Yelan nodded slightly.

"Lu Liu, do you know him?" Ye Lan asked again.

“…No, I don’t know him.”

"Then when will you pay back the 20 million Mora? Have you heard of debt collectors? They are professional and won't take your life, but they will come to your door from time to time and urge you to pay back the debt using various gentle means." Ye Lan picked up the teacup, blew gently, and asked lightly.

Zhao Song had worked as a housekeeper and had dealt with all kinds of people. He had also witnessed the methods used by debt collectors with his own eyes.