His eyes were scarlet, he had no choice. Today, he and the dozen or so brothers of the emperor around him are planted, if he has the opportunity to get out alive, he must slaughter and betray his bald head to take revenge.

Seeing that Qiao Bu Bin agreed, the white-faced boy smiled, waved his hand and asked people to press Qiao Bu Bin to his original position.

"This depends on your luck, my white-faced boy has always counted when he speaks, and if you win, I'll let you go!"

"Less nonsense, come on. You'd better not lose and let me go back alive, or I'll definitely settle accounts with you!"

"Okay, to be honest, I really like the spirit of your Emperor Xiong!" the white-faced boy motioned to the brothers on the side, asking them to stand farther away first. Then he brought a brand new deck of poker in front of him, and all the pokers in the casino were played and one pair was lost.

Shave off the big and small ghosts in the poker, and then put the remaining cards in your hand to scramble, at this time, because there is no sister in it, the white-faced boy will do it himself. Apparently he has good skills and is very professional in fiddling, and he is an old gambler after all.

After about thirty seconds, the white-faced boy lined up the scrambled pokers and put them in front of him, because he and Qiao Bu Bin were sitting far away, so he asked his subordinates to put the pokers on the pad and handed them to Qiao Bu Bin: "Let's draw one, let's play a little simpler." It's bigger than the size, as long as the card you touch is not smaller than mine, I'll let you go! That is, if you're as big as me, I'll let you go. I'm giving you a lot of face, look at your creation!"

He looked at the poker deck and didn't stretch out his hand. He was born as a boxer, and he has followed Yang Shuhuang for many years, and he is a rough man, but he is not a fool. Of course, he wouldn't shout: Why don't you let me shuffle the cards? Or: You took all four aces and hid them in your sleeve, how could I not get a card smaller than yours!

He is not qualified to speak, and the white-faced man is known as a gambler with good gambling products. Although he can get along with Qiao Bu Bin today, he will definitely not steal cards out of a thousand. In that case, he didn't have to give him a chance to gamble, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to watch others lose to satisfy his pleasure. Gamblers love that feeling of the unknown, at least some gamblers do.

So he didn't talk nonsense, he just took a deep breath, and then reached out and drew one, he didn't look at it but put it in front of him, this card is related to the lives of himself and a dozen brothers, and the people of Nan Tianming are still holding guns at their own people.

The big man of Nan Tianming took the rest of the poker pad to the white-faced boy, who glanced at it, and then drew one at random.

"Yo, it's not very powerful!" the white-faced boy glanced at the cards in his hand, made a strange expression, and then spread out the cards.

J of hearts, it's already big!

His forehead was covered with sweat, his hands couldn't help but tremble, he hesitated for a long time before he suddenly picked up the covered poker, stood up and threw it on the table.

If it is big, it will be born. If you are small, you will die!

As a result, the square k.

After seeing his poker, he breathed a long sigh of relief, he won, won his life!

"I've heard of you, and I know you're a man of words, I won, you let me and my brother go, but I won't be grateful to you. I will bring someone to settle accounts with you, you have to remember clearly that this is Dongguang, our Emperor's territory, and this is not your place in the South Heaven!"

The white-faced boy on the opposite side looked lost, and whispered: "Red hearts can lose, it's too bad!"

After muttering to himself, the white-faced boy stood up, looked at the hip bin and said: "That's right, my words count, you win, I will let you go, and you are also welcome to take revenge, and the killing of Nan Tianming and your emperor should also begin!"

Qiao Bu Bin ignored the words of the white-faced boy, and reached out to pull the brother who was beaten to the ground and didn't get up, but the white-faced boy snorted coldly at this time and said: "I said to let you go, but I didn't say to let them go, you can go, they must die!"

As soon as the white-faced boy's voice fell, with a wave of his hand, those men in Nantian Ming shot one after another, killing all the more than a dozen Emperor Xiong brothers.

The thumping and thumping of bullets drowned out the muffled snort of the Dixiong brothers, and blood splattered and stained the hands of the hip bin red. More than a dozen brothers trembled in the hail of bullets, and finally all of them died.

"You're fucking it!" "Hip Bin opened his bloody mouth and roared like a lion and rushed towards the white-faced boy, who was crazy and wanted to fight for his life.

"Drink!"

But before he rushed to the white-faced worker, the big men of Nantian Ming came up together, and six or seven people shot at the same time, grabbed him and lifted this boxer, who was famous for his strength, and couldn't move a bit.

"I didn't say it doesn't count, if you are a person who has a brain to achieve great things, you should run away now, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, don't be stupid. The white-faced boy looked flat, stepped forward and patted the buttocks who were gathered in mid-air and said, "If you don't leave alive, he won't be able to take revenge, and you won't even be able to take away the bodies of these brothers!"

Qiao Bu Bin was sad and angry, but he was indeed shocked by the words of the white-faced boy, and he had to admit that the white-faced boy was right.

The white-faced boy waved his hand to let those big men put down the buttocks, looked at the buttocks with disdain and said, "As a hall master, you are really not wise enough, and if you are not calm, you will kill yourself and more brothers." Really, you've disappointed me. Before I change my mind, get out, and besides, you are welcome to come and take revenge!"

The words of the white-faced boy were engraved in the heart of the buttocks like knives, and there were already trickles of tears in the eyes of the buttocks, and his fists were clenched fiercely. Looking at the dead brothers, he turned his head and ran out.

"A martial artist..."The white-faced boy looked at the back of the hip bin and shook his head in disappointment, as if he felt bored because his opponent was not strong enough.

"Brother Childe, what to do with these corpses?" asked the big man on the side.

The white-faced boy glanced at it, and then said: "Send it back to Emperor Xiong, there is no need to be so desperate, as long as they start a war with us, there is no need for them to collect the corpse themselves, it is very unlucky to put it here." ”

After saying that, the white-faced man went out, he didn't even look at the corpse in the box and the money on his stomach, money, he had no idea. Because of the sound of gunshots in this box, the gambling tables on the two floors downstairs were in a mess, and the gamblers who did not know why were ready to collect money and leave, but Nan Tianming and the bald man did not keep them.

"Brother Childe, why don't you kill him?" the bald head came to the white-faced boy and asked grovelly. He was watching everything that happened just now, and he was betrayed by him.

"If he wins, let him go!" the white-faced worker muttered lightly, and walked out of the casino with a bald head.

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"Hey, me, white noodles!"

"Well, how's it going?" answered the phone by a woman, her voice flat but sweet, "Have you killed them all?"

"No, I left one to report back!"

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