"Sad, I'm the most uncomfortable, okay?" Qian Shengsheng would definitely answer if he knew.

Chen Haonan didn't know that Qian Shengsheng was going to commit a crime, and if he knew, he also promised: "Harassment is welcome at any time." ”

But they don't know that when people are crazy to a certain extent, they may do things that harm others and are not beneficial to themselves.

At the moment, for example, Tong Hui, "What are you afraid of, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken! Barefoot is not afraid to wear leather shoes." Tong Hui was a dead horse doctor, checked the HSBC bank to show a trillion cash certificate, and shouted loudly: "Trillion Hong Kong dollars cash certificate, the time does not meet the requirements I put forward, it does not count." ”

The TV audience was very puzzled, what kind of nerves did Tong Hui have in this kid? I didn't know what to say for a while? How did I encounter a strange existence?

It's better to be shameless than to be bankrupt! If others talk nonsense, let them say it, even if they scold me, what can they do?

At this time, Tong Hui, who has never believed in gods and Buddhas, can't help but pray secretly and pray

No one refuted, and the gamble broke up.

Hearing Tong Hui's seemingly high-sounding words, the general manager of HSBC knew that he had deliberately said it to himself, and he couldn't help but darken his face.

His eyes narrowed into a slit and said, "Some people with poor comprehension skills, I can understand attacking them like this, but Boss Tong, you are also like this, that head is really stupid or bad!"

"Trillions of cash is after September 1st, yes, 20 billion cash, but before September 1st, you still don't trust us HSBC. So much so that he was a little nervous, and he said something like that more than twice.

The amount of the bet is 20 billion Hong Kong dollars, not trillions of Hong Kong dollars. The audience also reminisced about it, and was almost taken crooked into the pit.

Tong Hui is so cunning!

Thinking of this, Tong Hui regretted it very much, although he had regretted it countless times today. He hated his lust and recklessness, but why did he have a brain twitch in the first place?

He made the remote control dice die faster, and he could only win with the help of the gambling king He Bao.

The gambling king He Baoying has been looking at Yan Songjie's internal strength, but unfortunately he can't see the slightest, there are only two possibilities, and there is no trace of internal strength. The other is that the realm is too high to be seen.

The more I think about it, the more unfortunate it becomes, there is no internal strength to rule it out, and only the realm is too high.

Thoughtfully, he looked at Tong Hui, and sent a message to Tong Hui with his eyes, reading He Baoying's thoughts, Tong Hui had no way out.

You can't sit still! Still don't give up, you have to find a way, anyway, it's gambling, Yan Songjie is not a lot of money, trillions of cash, after all, the more money you have, the more afraid you are of death!

Life for life, bet on a revolver. If he hadn't been pushed to the extreme, he wouldn't have done it.

Standing up with both hands on the table: "Bet on your life! Revolver, you have to die." His voice was hoarse and full of hatred.

The expression on his face was also very regretful, and he did not forget to explain his grievances: "I didn't mean it! ”

Said word by word, slowly and cruelly, his face was so pale that there was no blood, he looked at Yan Songjie with hesitant eyes, and his whole heart was hanging.

"As you wish!" Yan Songjie was not timid, which disappointed Tong Hui.

Tong Hui took out the revolver in his arms, put it on the gambling table, and said to Yan Songjie: "We bet on our lives, there is only one bullet left in the gun, we take turns shooting, if you win, you will take 20 billion, and if you lose, you will leave your life!"

The crowd gasped. Yan Songjie agreed, and it was strange that his head was caught by the door. ”

The "God of Gamblers" has nothing to do with "Tong Hui" and guns, and they all see how Yan Songjie responds now. Regarding the thoughts that flashed in everyone's minds at the moment, Yan Songjie absolutely disagreed, agreed! Why don't you agree.

It's just a tailor-made gamble, and it's the head that is wrong if you don't agree.

Yan Yongyi, Lu Ruotong, and Ke Lan became nervous: "Dad, we don't bet on this, let's go, it's not worth 20 billion." ”

Li Zi's mother was even more nervous than Li Zi: "Virtuous son-in-law, don't agree, for 20 billion, it's not worth it for porcelain to touch a clay pot." ”

Yan Wenzong comforted: "My father is the master of the immortal realm, and bullet attacks are ineffective against immortals. ”

"Oh! Immortals, yes, immortals, you are the second generation of immortals. Li Zi's mother settled down.

Yan Jingquan didn't know, no one explained to him, and his heart hung in his throat.

The police colleagues were also dumbfounded, and the plot was flipped too quickly, which was dizzying.

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, "Believe me, it's okay! I'm betting - God!" Yan Songjie didn't think about it: "Okay, it's still 20 billion Hong Kong dollars a game, if you win, I will take the money and leave, and if you lose, you will leave your life." ”

Tong Hui couldn't figure it out, Yan Songjie had a good life, but he had to fight for his life. The scare and scare could not leave, and he had no choice but to withdraw all six bullets from the magazine of the upper revolver on the table.

After showing Yan Songjie the empty magazine first, and after six hollows, he picked up a bullet and put it in at will, closed it, and violently turned the revolver wheel with his left hand for a moment.

Then he said to Yan Songjie: "You first or me first?"

"I'm a guest, I'll go first!" Yan Songjie didn't care, he had seen through with Yuanying, and he wouldn't bullet until the fourth shot.

Stretching his hand and snatching the revolver at his temple, "bang" is a shot.

It's okay, this gun is empty.

deliberately threw the gun in front of Tong Hui with a happy face: "It's you!".

Tong Hui didn't know that Yan Songjie had a primordial eye, this kind of gambling is unique to Western cowboys, thinking that Yan Songjie would be afraid, this is no longer within the scope of gambling.

Besides, Yan Songjie is about twenty years old, obviously a trillion-dollar wealthy family, fucking sick, and dares to gamble for 20 billion lives.

The audience outside the TV is also the same as Tong Hui's thoughts, eager for excitement and complaining.

These are all life-playing people who came out there, and they look like they don't care.

Tong Hui picked up the revolver and pointed it at his temple, "bang" is a shot. Happiness came too suddenly, and this second shot was also empty.

Then he threw the gun in front of Yan Songjie: "It's up to you."

Yan Songjie took the revolver with his hand, without the slightest hesitation, and shot his temple.

The third shot was an empty gun one after another, and then he threw the gun in front of Tong Hui: "Go on!"

Tong Hui's hand trembled a little now, this is the fourth shot, one third in probability theory, this is really fatal. In desperation, he picked up the revolver and slowly shot at his temple.

Tong Hui couldn't help crying with joy: "Hahaha! For such expressive people, it is difficult to hide the excitement of the mood, and suddenly the hands dance, twist the body in celebration.

The audience was also overjoyed, happy for Tong Hui, and hoped that the trillion-dollar billionaire Yan Songjie would be killed because of the hatred of the rich.

The fourth shot was empty again, and he threw the gun back in front of Yan Songjie.

Yan Songjie stretched out his hand to pick up the revolver, but he still didn't have the slightest sluggishness, and he shot his temple "bang".

The fifth shot was an empty gun again, and then he threw the gun in front of Tong Hui, and kindly reminded Tong Hui: "This is the last magazine, take a look at the world."

Tong Hui's hands trembled a little, and his eyes were about to bulge. This is the sixth shot, this is the only one left, and the answer is already on the horizon, and there must be a bullet.