What a flying sleeve!

The whole process of the mustache was seen by Ling Zhenfei, but apart from a few sneers in his heart, he was silent on the surface.

Hehe, even if the mustache's tricks are played smoothly? In fact, he Ling Zhenfei had long expected that she would play tricks in the process of dealing cards.

And he, when he shuffled the cards just now, unknowingly kept a good deck of cards for himself.

Even if the mustache played tricks in a trick and got himself a JQK straight flush, he didn't know that what he sent to Ling Zhenfei was a triple-A bomb.

"Hehe, sister, have you dealt the cards? Let's start after the cards are dealt!"

As soon as the mustache dealt the cards, before he could retract the smug look on his face, he saw Ling Zhenfei with a second leg crossed, with a strange look on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, staring at her and asking.

"Bah, shut your stinky mouth, who is your sister?

The mustache rolled his eyes at Ling Zhenfei fiercely, ignored him, and learned the mysterious look in front of him, deliberately pressed the three cards tightly on the table, and slowly turned the corners of the cards.

The attention of the surrounding gamblers was almost entirely focused on the mustache.

In their opinion, the mustache's gambling skills are amazing, and Ling Zhenfei's gambling with her is simply not knowing whether to live or die, and it is bound to be a game of loss and leave.

Mustache faked the cards, as if she was deliberately trying to create an atmosphere by deliberately turning two of the three cards into a corner.

A group of gamblers behind him came to watch, their necks stretched out like a giraffe. When they saw that the mustache had two suited QKs in his hand, they all let out a sigh of surprise.

The mustache was very lively, some people exclaimed, some people were envious, some people kindly persuaded Ling Zhenfei to give up, or they were mocking Ling Zhenfei for not being able to do anything and touching the stone with an egg.

However, Ling Zhenfei seemed to be blind to everything in front of him, and sat there with his eyes squinted slightly. As for the three cards in front of him, he didn't seem to even be interested in turning them over and taking a look.

The owner of the gambling stall also saw the face of the mustache and guessed that it was a JQK or QKA straight flush, and he was anxious.

He turned his head again and saw Ling Zhenfei sitting there slowly, and he couldn't help but worry about Ling Zhenfei: "Little brother, you ...... this card"

In the face of everyone's worries, anxiety and even ridicule, Ling Zhenfei still sat there with a smile on his face as if nothing happened.

"Hey, boy, don't sit stupid, wake up. ”

At this time, the mustache had already held the three cards in his hand, and pouted and blew a very provocative whistle to Ling Zhenfei: "Although I know that you will definitely lose, I don't want to deceive people, I will make you lose convincingly!"

"How do you know I'm going to lose? Maybe I'll win right now?"

Ling Zhenfei looked at her, his sharp eyes shot a terrifying cold light, but he still didn't mean to wake up and check.

"Haha, boy, are you really naïve to think you're going to win? You think I'm going to give you this chance? Don't dream, you're going to lose!"

After listening to Ling Zhenfei's words, the mustache sneered as if he had heard a big joke.

Immediately, she didn't say much, and threw a stack of banknotes to the center of the table very casually: "Needless to say, bet! This is 10,000, your gambling money is not enough, according to the ratio of 10 to 1 just now, as long as you pay 1,000!"

"Thank you! As I said earlier, I only have 3,000 dollars here, and I bet all at once!"

Ling Zhenfei didn't say much, and pushed all the cash in front of him.

"Okay, boy, since you want to die, then I'll have fun with you! Bet another 20,000 and open the cards!"

The mustache rolled his eyes coldly, threw two more stacks of red bills, and at the same time flashed the cards in his hand on the table.

Wow!

With the exclamations of the gamblers in unison, everyone saw that the card held by the mustache was indeed a JQK straight flush!

You know, in a game of luck like fried gold, the probability of a bomb and a straight flush is very small.

What's more, a big flush like JQK is impossible to catch without full luck and luck.

The mustache was a bright card, and the audience was shocked.

The owner of the gambling stall is even more wide-eyed, and he never believes that the mustache has such good luck in every game, it must be out of a thousand.

But how did the other party come up with a thousand, he had been staring at it without blinking just now, but he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

"How about it, JQK straight flush, all kill! I don't believe it, you have a bigger card in your hand than mine!"

In the midst of everyone's shock, the mustache looked even more proud, staring at Ling Zhenfei with disdain.

In fact, at this time, not only did the mustache think that Ling Zhenfei was bound to lose, but even the gambling stall owner and some gamblers who had a glimmer of hope for Ling Zhenfei just now expressed pessimism about his victory.

"Hehe, JQK Straight Flush wants to be killed?

The mustache was triumphant, but Ling Zhenfei sneered, and suddenly turned his hand over, revealing the cards on the table.

Yes!

When the three snowy aces came out, everyone including the mustache and the gambling stall owner were dumbfounded!

And the noisy atmosphere of the audience just now came to an abrupt halt in an instant!

At this moment, everyone held their breath, and their eyes all stared at Ling Zhenfei's cards in dismay. The entire gambling hall was as silent as death!

Three aces!

This is the king of bombs, and it is in Ling Zhenfei's hands!

"No!

The mustache's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Suddenly pointed at Ling Zhenfei and shouted: "The straight flush in my hand is a kill-and-kill game, how can you have three aces?

"I'm out of the old man, hehe, do you have any proof?"

If the mustache didn't mention this stubble, it would be okay, when he heard that an old man dared to accuse himself of being a good man, Ling Zhenfei only felt funny.

As if to be angry with this guy, he deliberately put on a good look.

"You ......" The mustache was really angry, but what Ling Zhenfei said was impeccable, it is said that the three aces in Ling Zhenfei's hand were sent out from his own hands.

If he cheated out a thousand, how could he, a master of thousands of years, not see it?

Could it be ...... This guy's thousand skills are far more clever than his own?

The mustache was angry and frightened, but looking at Ling Zhenfei's casual appearance, he couldn't believe that this unsurprising guy in front of him was really a master of a thousand arts!

Maybe...... This guy is really a dog S lucky, and it is not necessary that he hit these three good cards!

The mustache was puzzled, and there was no choice but to comfort himself like this.