"This wave, what kind of wave, well, there are few waves, it's normal for me to only lose money, ......right?" Others didn't have a good look at themselves, and He Zilong was also a little angry, and replied with slanted eyes.

As soon as He Zilong's words came out, the Lang Shao over there immediately revealed a ruthlessness, his whole body was full of evil energy, and his eyes felt bad when he smiled, and then he raised his eyes. And the subordinates next to him looked like they were about to rush up at any time to make a move.

"Ahem!"

"It seems that this friend of Yunyun has good luck, hehe, come, come, let's continue!" Sister Li on the side seemed to want to play a round, and at the same time, her popularity was also good, and she said a few kind words to Lang Shao over there, which made that Lang Shao turn his head.

But having said that, He Zilong could feel it. The sister Li who played a round field also showed a bewildered and suspicious look in her eyes when she looked at He Zilong.

Of course, it's no wonder they think so.

To put it simply, it was only an hour less than just now, and the probability of He Zilong getting a big card had exceeded the normal probability level. However, this is normal in gambling money, and it is inevitable that some people will have hot luck, so that Sister Li came out to play a round.

However, in the eyes of the public, everything has a degree, if in the next time, He Zilong still plays higher than the normal probability, and the number of times he takes big cards is far more exaggerated than others, then it is not as simple as luck......

There is a saying that if everything is demonized, it must be abnormal.

"If I'm not mistaken, I had people look into the video of you making 100 million dollars at the casino in Ommen. When you are behind, it seems that you can control the big cards and the small cards, that is, you can control your luck or bad, but you are not skilled. This wave is a bit hard in the background, and it also has shares here, which can be regarded as shareholders. Why don't you lose a few handfuls, and then we'll leave......" Wei Yuyun on the side did not get on the gambling table, sat next to He Zilong, and quietly proposed.

"You think I don't want to, but you're right. That little ghost is good in the body, and the remnant soul of the gambling master who became a gambling master before I participated in the gambling seems to be responding to me, which probably means that a lot of merit is integrated, and maybe the luck will explode recently. Only less before digestion...... I can't control it at all!" He Zilong smiled bitterly.

He Zilong is a good man of the ninth generation, and his rebirth basically crushes all the merits, and what remains is also exchanged for underworld skills.

Wei Yuyun is most likely the same, and the little male ghost is a good person in the third life, one life in exchange for revenge and then reincarnation, one life in exchange for the soul can be reincarnated, after all, it is to be punished by hell for harming people with ghosts, but it can be used for merit against sin, and the extra merit is before it dissipates, when it enters He Zilong's body. The little male ghost was grateful to He Zilong and simply gave it to He Zilong.

As a result, the merit value in He Zilong's body at this time was a bit off the charts, and it felt like someone suddenly gave He Zilong a blood transfusion, but the blood vessels were a little too much for a while. There are both advantages and disadvantages, and it takes time to digest.

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As long as no one is out of the way, the luck between normal people is almost the same.

No one can escape the probability, and the longer the time, the more accurate the probability, and everyone will return to the normal ratio of winning and losing.

As He Zilong won another hour in a row, and he didn't lose once in this hour, almost everyone became his foil. Everyone looked at him differently!

If it weren't for the fact that there is probably an upper limit on the bets of Pai Gow, the size of each win or loss would be like this. Think about it differently. How much He Zilong can win, it's scary to think about it!

There were five gamblers at the table, and almost everyone was watching He Zilong carefully.

But no matter how they watched, it was useless, they unanimously agreed that He Zilong must be out of the old thousand, but how to come out. Not sure!

But He Zilong himself is so invulnerable, because from beginning to end. He Zilong's hands did not leave the table, and even in order to prove himself, even the sleeves of his shirt were raised, revealing ten fingers and wrists, and he did not retract back to the table once.

Moreover, He Zilong's other limbs did not have any superfluous movements, and his eyes were calm and scary.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a thousand, but here's the problem. The people who accompany the gambling here all think they are insiders, and some of them are also clever and skillful. It's just that under such conditions, it's hard to get a thousand. I thought everyone was the same, so it didn't matter.

But what's going on now?

What's wrong?

Could it be that the dealer who dealt the cards in front of him was an insider? Lang Shao looked at the dealer with a small smile.

The dealer will reshuffle the cards before each deal, and no one can guarantee what the cards are dealt when shuffling, unless the dealer has the intention to cheat to help. But under such conditions, it is also very difficult for dealers to sell thousands, right?

"Hehe, your glasses are very beautiful, can you let me see them......" Not only did Lang Shao suspect the dealer, but even Sister Li on the side also thought of this, and it seemed to be a joke request, but she asked to look at the dealer's glasses.

The dealer was stunned, took off his glasses, and handed them to Sister Li. Everyone tacitly looked at each other, and they all thought of a point, could it be that the dealer used high-tech glasses to look at the special imprint on the card, and then help to make the inside line?

Just like hanging flowers?

The so-called hanging flower is to apply potions or add things to the cards to make marks, so as not to destroy the original face of poker. This can be done as long as there is a potion glued to the finger beforehand, which is generally invisible to the naked eye.

There are thousands of props coming out one after another, so it's not surprising if there is a problem with the glasses.

If there is really a problem with the glasses, it should be some kind of optical glasses, which can see the oily substance on the back of the poker, even if it is caught by others, if it is hard, it can be denied that it is accidentally stained with cosmetics. It has nothing to do with me, but how much I believe is a question.

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"Hehe, I didn't see it, it turns out that you are still short-sighted, and your eyes are not very good, but it is difficult for you to be a senior dealer here. Well, I'll give it back to you, the glasses are ......" Unexpectedly, Sister Li returned the glasses to the dealer with a smile, it seems that there is no problem with the glasses.

At this time, the other gambling participants all looked at each other, and looked at He Zilong in unison, puzzled, and thought, how did he get out of the thousand? Could it be that it was really pure luck that was against the sky?

It's incredible!

And while the people in this box were gambling, several men were sitting in a large video surveillance room on the higher floor. Look at the situation in the box!

One of the middle-aged men would definitely know He Zilong if he was here. I saw him touch his chin and say to the bearded man next to him, "Yamamoto-kun, do you think there are thousands of people at this table......?

"It's hard to say......" replied the mustachioed man, confused.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about anything. To tell you the truth, what kind of boyfriend or something, you don't have to think about it, my daughter sometimes plays too much, you just have to tell the truth, tell me your opinion......" The middle-aged man laughed.

"Hey, then I'll tell you the truth, I can't see it, I can't be sure if anyone is out of the way, but this friend of the eldest lady is indeed not to be underestimated...... "The mustachioed man replied.

"Oh, even you're not sure, it seems that the little guy is quite good......"

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(End of chapter)