"What is this? magic?"

The older man looked at Yang Tian tightly.

Yang Tian smiled lazily and looked at Fogart: "Now am I qualified to gamble with you?"

"These cigarettes are fake!"

Fogart reached out and picked up a pack of cigarettes, tore them open on the spot, and saw silver-white cigarettes fall to the ground.

A man next to him picked up a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it, then took a puff and said seriously, "Boss, this is true!"

"How is this possible? He conjures up so many cigarettes at once? Is he really a magician?"

Fogart said skeptically.

"Fogart, in our Huaxia Kingdom, there are indeed such magicians!" the old man said seriously: "In your West, it is called a magician, but in our Huaxia Kingdom, it is called a fairy-like existence, and it can conjure up many things!"

"What nonsense!"

Fogart didn't want to believe that Yang Tian was conjured, he looked Yang Tian up and down, but he didn't know what other ways Yang Tian could conjure so many cigarettes.

"Fogart, you don't want to stop us here, if you want to gamble, just sit down and bet, if you don't want to bet, just bounce away, my master Yang still wants to have a good fortune!"

David screamed impatiently.

Fugart's face sank, and he looked at Yang Tian: "Boy, no matter who you are, when you enter us, you have to act according to the rules, you can't do it here without the consent of me and Inies, of course, this is because Ines Evil attacked you first, but from now on, if you want to beat someone, you have to get my consent! As long as you abide by the rules, I will let you live like God!"

Syllable!

As soon as Fogart finished speaking, Yang Tian's figure flashed, escaped in front of Fogart, and slapped him heavily.

A crisp slap sounded.

Fugart's face changed greatly: "You bear raised, you dare to beat me?"

Syllable!

Yang Tian slapped him with his backhand again: "I just like to hit you, what about you?"

"Go up and kill him!"

Fogat snorted.

I saw the gangs behind him surround him one by one with angry faces.

"Don't be impulsive, everyone, don't be impulsive!" The old man hurriedly snorted haha: "Since everyone has hatred, why don't you solve it on poker?" Everyone gambles on a game, whoever wins is the boss here, and whoever loses has to kneel, how about kneeling for three days and three nights?"

"Huang, you really understand what I mean!" Fugart smiled and appreciated, and then looked at Yang Tian coldly: "Boy, you beat me today, if you want to live, you have to beat me on poker, if you lose, you will kneel down to me for three days and three nights!"

"What if I win?"

Yang Tian asked again.

"If you win, I'll call you the boss, and everything will be up to you!"

Fogart asked.

"Cheng, you're doomed. ”

Yang Tian smiled lazily.

"What a mad tone!" "How about we sit down, "Let's play something simple, glue a card to your forehead, and fight the size, how about we?"

When the prisoners heard that there was a good show to watch, they all gathered around.

They saw that the table was full of Yang Tian's cigarettes, and their eyes showed excitement and longing.

"It's so simple, you're doomed!"

Yang Tian knocked on the table and signaled to start quickly.

As soon as Fogart greeted, three men immediately came over, sitting around the table, forming a table with Yang Tian, Fogart, and the elder elders.

Fogart then scrambled all the cards and placed them on the table.

Someone had already brought a bowl of rice next to him, and Fogart was the first to stick a grain of rice with his hand, sticking it to his forehead, and then pressed it towards the card on the table, pressing down on one of the cards.

"Easy!"

Yang Tian also glued a card on his forehead.

The four older elders also glued a card accordingly.

In this way, everyone can see the number of points on the opponent's card, but they don't know what the value of the card on their forehead is.

But for a cultivator like Yang Tian, how could it be difficult?

He just scanned his senses, and it became clear that the number of cards on his forehead was a 7, and the number of cards on Fogart's forehead was a J.

"Boss, your card count is a jack!"

And although Fogart didn't know the number of cards on his forehead, the dogleg on one side had already whispered.

When Fogart heard this, he laughed and pushed out all the cigarettes on his table: "I'm stud!"

"Stud?"

Yang Tian smiled lazily.

"Yang, let's not follow, your cards are not as good as his!"

David next to him hurriedly whispered.

Even the elder on the side shook his head at Yang Tian, and then ripped off his card: "I don't follow." ”

Not only the older man, but the other three also ripped off the cards on their foreheads: "We don't follow either." ”

Soon, only Yang Tian and Fugart were left.

"I'm all stud too!"

Yang Tian pushed all the cigarettes on the table out, because he ran his divine sense, and he already knew that there were two cards on Fogart's forehead, and inside the J card was a square 3.

After Yang Tian studed all the cigarettes, he ran his spiritual breath and turned into a gust of wind, and with just one blow, he knocked the card on Fogart's forehead away.

Suddenly, a second card appeared on Fogart's forehead: the 3 of squares.

The people around were stunned, and when they saw the number of cards on Fugart's forehead, they laughed one by one: "Fugart, you lost, the card on your forehead is 3!"

"What?"

Fogart's face changed, and he quickly ripped off the card on his forehead, and when he saw the square 3 on the card, his face changed: "How can this be? Isn't my card number J? How can it become 3?"

"You have two cards on your forehead, don't you know? haha......"

David laughed.

"You've lost!" Yang Tian said lazily: "All the cigarettes belong to me, and you have to kneel down for me and recognize me as the boss!"

Yang Tian said lazily.

Fogart's face changed, and it became extremely ugly, but the people around him didn't have a good attitude towards him, after all, here, everything is based on strength, and if you want to gamble, you have to admit defeat!

Fogart also understood the rules here, he glanced at the people around him who had lost patience with him, gritted his teeth, and knelt on the ground with a snap: "You Cheng, from today onwards, I will be your little brother, everything is at your command!"

Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders.

He saw that the prisoners around him were staring at the cigarettes on the table, he smiled lazily and threw the cigarettes out: "Cigarettes, all for you!"

"What?

Everyone was shocked.

"That's right, it's all for you!" Yang Tian said, and through the connection of the magic tree, he conjured more cigarettes.

Packets of cigarettes rained down.

Everyone was boiling, and they all said excitedly: "Yang, you are our boss now!"

Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders: Everything is interesting.

However, the elder next to him stared at Yang Tian deadly, and after a while, he walked up and said in a low voice: "I finally know who you look very similar to, if it is good, you look very similar to Chen Ming, the master of the Chen family! At first, I didn't recognize it, until you were loved by everyone, and a momentum of a superior person poured out of your body, and I remembered Master Chen!"

"Chen Ming?" Yang Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness: "Old man, what else do you know?"

From the first time Yang Tian saw this old man, he felt that the other party was not simple.

After all, a person of his age should not be imprisoned in Milan, and even if he is imprisoned, he should be guided back to Huaxia.

And this old man just greeted Yang Tian, and said that Yang Tian looked very similar to a person he was familiar with.

At first, Yang Tian didn't pay much attention, until this moment, when the older old man talked about Master Chen, Yang Tian knew that the identity of the old man was definitely not simple.

"So, are you really the descendant of Master Chen?" The old man felt Yang Tian's emotional changes, and was even more sure that Yang Tian and Master Chen in front of him should be familiar, he quickly knelt on the ground: "Young Master, I am actually the master who appointed Washington to take over the branch in Milan, my name is Huang Lun, and I have been in Milan for a few months. ”

"You were sent to Milan by Master Chen, so why are you in prison?"

Yang Tian asked in a deep voice.

"It's all Nakajima, who framed me a month ago and sent me to prison!"

Huang Lun is dead.

"Nakajima framed you, and what is your motive?"

Yang Tian asked.

"Because I know his ulterior deeds!"

Huang Lun is dead......

(End of chapter)