According to the rules of the casino, anyone has the right to opt out at any time, as long as the two parties are not in an agreed battle to the death. Therefore, it is normal that Han Feng does not want to gamble anymore.

But in the eyes of the Japanese, it became an escape from eating fruits!

"No wonder I was almost wiped out by my great Japan, it turns out that China is a deserter like you who is afraid of death!"

With red eyes, the Japanese stared at a large pile of chips in front of Han Feng and scolded viciously.

This is the gambler's mentality: when you win, you want to win more; If you lose, you want to get it back immediately. So for people like Han Feng who win and leave, no gambler likes it, not to mention that there is still a feud of "friendship with a strip of water"!

In fact, gambling is gambling, and I am most afraid of being involved in other relationships, such as grievances and hatred, not to mention the "long-standing" bloody past of China and Japan.

It shouldn't be, this damn Japanese shouldn't be insulting China and the Chinese people at any time!

However, it is not possible for everyone to be a mild-mannered diplomat with a knife in his smile.

As soon as the Japanese said this, Han Feng really stopped turning and leaving, turned his head and stared at the other party coldly, with a look like death was picking his prey:

"I've always heard that the Japanese are like mad dogs in the water, they are only suitable to be killed with a stick, otherwise they will always bark. I was only skeptical, but now I do. ”

Han Feng said lightly, without hiding the disdain on his face, but his and Tana's bodies also turned back with the words:

"A country that even dares to gamble on the fortunes of the nation is really hopeless! Say, what else are you qualified to bet with me? Don't say it's just relying on this poor chip! That's just enough to buy a crotch cloth of your kind if you can swim back to Japan! ”

The Japanese man's face was red and white, his expression was very rich, his mouth was panting like a cow, staring at Han Feng stubbornly, and after signing the check, he asked the waiter to redeem huàn chips:

"Even if you go bankrupt, you will never be allowed to insult Japan! Zhina, do you dare to fight? ”

Han Feng looked at him playfully, plucking his ears with his fingers:

"There are more and more wild dogs now, and it seems that we have really sent 3,000 chengguan to Tokyo to prevent rabies from raging everywhere...... Lao Tzu is a well-bred Chinese person, how can he shake the dice cup for you? As...... Belch? Here you go! ”

The "educated" Han Feng glanced at it scoldingly, and suddenly fixed his eyes on a person.

It was none other than Sadaiji Abe.

Han Feng obviously felt that this person's aura was very different from everyone else, and in surprise, he refused to let it go, so he wanted to designate this person to shake the cup.

Judging from his appearance, Sajira Abe is also an Asian face, but Han Feng knows that this is actually a Japanese!

Strange to say, between the East and the West, there has always been a strange problem of "face blindness".

In the eyes of the Easterners, the Caucasians of the West all look about the same, as long as they are not particularly impressive in physical features, then they are almost identical. Even the people I had just introduced to me could no longer tell the difference when they met them on the street two days later.

Vice versa. In the eyes of Westerners, Orientals are completely cast in a mold, and it is even more difficult to distinguish.

But in the eyes of the Orientals, especially the Chinese, the Goryeo sticks and the Japanese devils can be seen at a glance! This has to be said to be a weird and unexplainable thing.

Probably...... Something to do with national temperament?

Han Feng is emotionally interested in Abe Zhenji - uh, it's wrong, it's interest! It's not because of his Japanese identity, but because of that dark and gloomy feeling.

The smell of the cemetery, the smell of the tombstone!

Probably except for Han Feng, no one can find the strange flower of Abe Sadaji at first sight among all living beings.

Han Feng looked at Abe Sadaji steadily, high up, and his expression was calm:

"Would you like to help your compatriots regain the face of 'Great Japan'? If you want, you can shake the cup, and we just bet? ”

This is a particularly interesting person! Han Feng smiled secretly in his heart: Or should it be called a person with a story. That...... Do you want to use divine thoughts to determine this person's past and present lives?

Well, forget it, otherwise life would be so boring......

"I don't like gambling." 's long career as a killer allows Sadaiji Abe to remain as calm as he should at all times:

"I won't change my mind for the sake of a stupid pig. But if it involves the Japanese nation, I can only fight as best I can! ”

Although it was not specified, everyone knew who the so-called "stupid pig" was, and they suddenly let out a low laugh and turned their eyes on the Japanese - it was obvious that it was a stupid pig waiting to be slaughtered!

"Come on, then." Han Feng smiled, turned around and waved his hand:

"If it's a person or a Chinese person, stay away from me, otherwise it will affect your luck, you can't blame me!"

It's just that I'm worried that Tana will be taken advantage of to eat tofu, but in the casino, the "luck" is as big as the sky, and all gamblers who want to follow the trend immediately retreated, so as not to affect their own plans to make a fortune. Around Han Feng, a circle of open space was cleared in an instant.

"Wife, you play." The crazy brother kissed Tana lightly on the sideburns and chuckled:

"Win a family business for our son and come back!"

Tana blushed, glanced at him, didn't look at him, and casually pushed all the chips out, and everyone suddenly exclaimed.

Three dice, at least three, but Tana's chips are stacked on two!

Is it intentional?

Obviously, it's a mistake or not!

It seems that the famous saying among gamblers that "gambling is not close to color" is really a golden rule. If you don't believe it, even Han Feng, who has a very smooth hand, was pushed to the edge of the cliff by his own woman!

Even if it's a little bit, you can still find a way to pile up the three dice, leaving only the top one to hold on. This? How to get these two points?

It's actually quite simple.

…………

Abe Sajiji didn't want to participate in the boring games of these ordinary people, but the nature of Japanese blood still made him make a choice.

The dice cup fluttered in his hand, bringing up a circle of afterimages.

The dice collide in the cup with a crisp sound.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, what matters is face!

For Chinese or Japanese, money can no longer represent anything, the only thing that matters is the victory or defeat of the Chinese and Japanese ethnic groups after the dice cup is opened.

Although it is only a money game, it is also a totemic battle in everyone's hearts!

Sajira Abe also has his own thoughts.

If the assassination can be successful tonight and get a bounty of 40 billion US dollars, it will be time to win the lazy Chinese man in front of him; If this game is lost, then tonight's action ......

The dice cup is still in the air, but I can no longer hear any sound of the dice colliding, as if what Abe Zhen is shaking in the second hand is an empty cup!

Han Feng gently pinched Tana's white and tender little hand wrapped in the crook of his arm, and laughed from time to time, and then waited to admire the blushing cheeks of the iceberg beautiful girl, but he was also very happy.

The people around are still struggling to bet, not knowing whether to continue to follow Han Feng to bet two points, or to place other options.

The Japanese who was originally sitting in the bank was also extremely nervous, his eyes were rolling around, but the large pile of chips in exchange for the check did not move at all, and he obviously did not determine the best psychological betting direction.

With a "pop", the dust settled, and the dice cup stopped on the gambling table.

"Buy...... Get out of your hands! ”

This is the first time that Abe has personally participated in gambling, and it is also the first time to act as a dealer, and it is the first time to cheer for the Japanese. I don't know what kind of unforgettable initial mark these many firsts will leave on this killer who is the number one on the blood list?

But Abe knew that the Japanese would definitely win.

Because in the dice cup, there is not even a little.

All the dice are now dusted.

Zero!

Even more stupid than pig teammates is this group of Chinese people!

It's a pity that the Japanese, the pig teammate, haven't bet yet.

If you don't bet, it shows that even if the Chinese youth loses, he will lose to others, but he will never lose to Great Japan.

Is this pig asleep?

Abe glared at the Japanese man viciously, and began to feel sad for the Japanese blood in his body.

For a long time, when did Japan not make its fortune from gambling?

Gambling on the fortunes of the country and human life led to the Russo-Japanese naval war, the rise of Japan, the victory of the Sino-Japanese naval battle of Dadonggou, the glory of Pearl Harbor, and the birth of today's economic miracle of Japan! But now, this guy who claims to be a "samurai of the Great Japanese Empire" is still hesitating to stand still?!

What the hell are you?

Abe forgot that even if Han Feng loses this handful, no matter how much the Japanese bet, they will not be able to win.

Because there are no more dice in the cup.

The dice have turned to ashes.

And on the gaming table, the only bet that is not there is zero point!

It's ironic.

Is this an example of kindness helping the poor?

In fact, it is simple to deduct the dice cup, three dice, no matter how many points there are, no matter how it can not be two points, no matter how to bet...... Japan has also won!

But now?

Under the persecuting eyes of Abe, the Japanese trembled and threw out a chip - the smallest one.

Is this an attempt to replicate Han Feng's previous miracles?

Abe's eyes narrowed. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people in the casino, Abe wasn't sure if he would drag this guy who corrupted the temperament of Japan out and beat him!

Han Feng was always talking to Tana with a smile, as if he didn't notice any changes on the gambling table at all, as if the mountain of chips had nothing to do with him at all, but it was quite in line with the identity of the gentleman who deliberately expressed Xiàn.

"Buy and leave......" Abe shouted again, looked at the pig teammate again, and saw that the other party still didn't say anything, so he could only continue to shout weakly:

"Open!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

“……”

Everyone around the gambling table, except for Han Feng and Tana, all let out their own different exclamations.

Abe Sadaji only said a short "huh", stared at the dice on the table, and couldn't speak anymore.

Obviously, he has used his dark energy to shake all the dice into dust, but why is there still a dice in front of him?

And the upward-facing side of the dice is the point that represents countless connotations:

Two!