Volume 1, Chapter 516 of the Third-Rate Agent

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The first time Zhang Haoming saw his opponent, he watched the video, and his first reaction was to be young, and his second reaction was to be a master. "樂" Wen "Xiao" said|∑,

Masako Hashimoto is not an unknown person, she is very famous in the Asian gambling circle, with superb hand speed, super mental arithmetic ability, and psychological grasp, all of which are extraordinary.

However, even such a master was defeated by Chen Feng, which made Zhang Haoming look sideways. He didn't think that Masako Hashimoto deliberately released the water, and he watched the video for more than an hour no less than twenty times.

He didn't find any traces of Chen Feng's shot, and he didn't even see Chen Feng touching the playing cards, it was impossible to win from memory alone, after all, the other party still had a master, so how did Chen Feng win?

Zhang Haoming couldn't figure it out, and it also aroused his competitive spirit, he thought that since the death of his master, his heart would be calm, but he didn't expect that he would be excited before he made a move.

There is too little information about Chen Feng's shot, so little that there is only one video, which makes Zhang Haoming unable to figure out the depth of Chen Feng, so he has to make complete preparations and various assumptions.

He attaches great importance to this battle, not only representing the first battle after his comeback, but also representing the emergence of his master's lineage. He knew that there were a lot of old ghosts who wanted to test their depth, and he was not afraid.

Upstairs in the crown casino, in the empty room, Zhang Haoming slowly cleared the distractions in his mind, he had a gambling table at the moment, and the only way to win was to win.

The beautiful maid knocked on his door and led him downstairs, and before he could enter the door, he heard Huo Bei's laughter. Zhang Haoming was expressionless, followed the waiter into the door, and saw Chen Feng.

Zhang Haoming's eyes are very sharp, even if it has been ten years, it has not worn off the edge, but has become sharper and sharper. Chen Feng met his gaze almost instantly, and then smiled slightly.

"Old Ghost Song died and left a seedling, it's really not worry-free!" Old Man Sun said in a low voice, but his eyes were full of regret and nostalgia.

He didn't have a short life as the old ghost of Song, but the biggest regret is that he didn't have a successor, and now people are impetuous, who can endure loneliness and practice gambling? He is nostalgic for the old time, and Zhang Haoming's body has the shadow of the past.

The other two didn't make a sound, and their eyes were staring at Zhang Haoming.

When Huo Bei shifted Chen Feng's gaze, he found out about Zhang Haoming's arrival, and hurriedly stepped forward to bring Zhang Haoming over and introduce him to Chen Feng.

The moment the two shook hands, the game really began.

Chen Feng's hand, since breaking through the hand speed of sixty, has already had a bit of a taste of returning to the basics, on the surface it looks similar to ordinary people's hands, only real contact can find the difference.

Softness, softness without bone. Tough, like cowhide, it can't be cut. Delicate, as smooth as milk, more delicate than a woman's most tender skin.

Zhang Haoming's face changed very stern almost the moment the two shook hands.

A gambling master, when shaking hands, can feel the guò hand and estimate the depth of the other party in his heart. Chen Feng's depth, Zhang Haoming couldn't feel it, he had never encountered this situation.

"Fortunately!" Chen Feng smiled faintly and withdrew his hand.

Zhang Haoming's hands are very mentioning, first of all, they are thin, his ten fingers are slender, his palms are not thick, and he feels like a diaphragm when he holds it, but his skin is very delicate.

The second is soft, this softness is more like water, can change the mentality wantonly, with his hands, Zhang Haoming's hands can bend at will, such hands have a good control over the playing cards.

The two didn't talk too much, and it was etiquette to say hello to each other, but don't forget that the two were hostile sides tonight.

The game soon began, and the two were at the table, with the dealer and his assistant stepping forward.

Seeing this, Huo Bei found a seat and sat down, looking at this qiē quietly.

Today, Chen Feng brought 100 million US dollars as a gambling book, Zhang Haoming has the support of the crown casino, and there is no upper limit on the gambling book, until the automatic defeat position.

After verifying the gambling book, the card inspection began, and a set of processes came down, and the audience gradually quieted down.

The dealer hired by the crown is the retired Yodon, this guy is known as the best white glove on the gambling island, is a celebrity cultivated by the crown, retired at the age of forty-six, and is now less than fifty years old.

Obviously, the crown is confident in him, not in his abilities, but in his notarization.

The people sitting in the audience are all famous people, as long as the dealer is eccentric, he can't escape the eyes of these people, it is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the casino, so the crown does not need the dealer to do anything at all.

They believe Zhang Haoming, who made him the descendant of the ghost shadow hand?

The two decks of cards were taken apart and placed in front of Chen Feng and Zhang Haoming. This is the casino itself, and players have the right to check their own cards.

Zhang Haoming naturally did not shirk, his right hand was wiped on the table, and the playing cards were in his hand, and then the loud shuffle echoed in everyone's ears.

The three old guys, staring at Zhang Haoming's hand tightly, were able to see the ghost hand again, which obviously made the three of them blush with excitement, but they just didn't know if Zhang Haoming could bring out the power of the ghost hand.

"Taking a photo with one hand is Xiaocheng, and superimposing a shadow with three hands is Dacheng," Old Man Mu said in a deep voice, "Back then, Old Ghost Song swept the whole of Asia with one hand to take a photo, and after the three-handed superimposed shadow, he even won the title of ghost shadow hand, I don't know where he, an apprentice, will go?"

The other two old men were silent, if they said that they knew about the ghost shadow hand, the old man Mu knew the best among the three, the old man Mu and the old ghost of Song had fought a lot, and the grievances and grievances were ......

I can't tell!

Chen Feng also looked at Zhang Haoming, the playing cards were grabbed by him in his hand, and he washed them carelessly, going up and down very casually, but the order of the playing cards in his hand was constantly changing.

Suddenly, Chen Feng's pupils shrank, and the decision he had been looking forward to appeared!

But seeing Zhang Haoming's two hands of a point, a deck of playing cards divided into two, and then in the hand of the roll non-stop, every time there is a poker jump out, each jump out of the card will be neatly lying on the table.

Above the poker on the table, the shadow of a hand slowly appeared, from hazy to clear, almost in the blink of an eye.

"Take a photo with one hand!" Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, wanting to see through the other party's methods.

However, before Zhang Haoming could take a closer look, his hands changed again, and the poker in his hand flew into the sky, just when everyone looked at the poker, Zhang Haoming's hands were gone.

Chen Feng looked at Zhang Haoming fixedly, and the picture in his eyes kept slowing down, doubling, tripling, five, ten, fifteen......

It's amazing! Chen Feng admired in his heart, and he slowed down twenty-five times before he could see the other party's hand clearly.

No one in the audience could see it as clearly as Chen Feng, and they were dumbfounded one by one.

"Three hands overlapped!" Old man Mu's eyes were slightly gloomy, looking at the three hands that gradually appeared on the gambling table in front of Zhang Haoming.

The three hands look like the real thing, stacked on top of each other, holding down the pokers on the table, but if you sharpen your eyes, you can see the pokers lying quietly on the table, making a slight sound.

That's Zhang Haomingtong's wonderful technique and hand speed, washing poker. It looks like it's stationary, but in fact every card is moving.

"That's not right!" Old Man Mu shouted suddenly, causing everyone to look sideways, "This kid, this kid ......"

"It actually surpassed the old ghost Song...... "Sun Shouzhuan muttered.

"Four shadows?" said Fat Biao as he looked at the vague hand shadows on the three shadows