The two in front of him, one is extremely prosperous and the other is extremely weak, the aura of the two is diametrically opposed, is it possible that their fortune can affect themselves? Or is it not enough?

Out of the need for practice, coupled with the fact that young people are also competitive, Zhang Binhui secretly used his skills to the extreme, and the scene in front of him began to shake.

It's like rippling water, and everything in front of you is like a movie fast-forwarding, changing violently. All people and things are like beating mechanically, quickly completing their own actions:

The fat man danced like a robot, his body swaying in a grid, and the chips in front of him fell in a visible manner;

The master was spinning, he looked very anxious, drifting in a circle around the gambling table, and the compass in his hand was scribbling;

And this dealer is more like a villain in a music box, standing in the center of the round table and busily collecting different chips;

Yourself? Zhang Binhui couldn't see anything.

This is Zhang Binhui's biggest secret - the trace of light!

He can see the future!

In the end, Zhang Binhui could clearly find that the light on the dealer's body was dimmed, and the fat man looked like thunder. Just as he was about to attack, a faint figure appeared behind him......

Then, seeing nothing anymore, Zhang Binhui returned to reality!

Alas, it's really too shallow! I can only see the next ten minutes when I read a novel.

But this is enough, Zhang Binhui knew all the reasons, and strengthened his own thoughts: This dead fat man is really declining!

It turns out that the aura can be infected, and this table is originally prosperous, precisely because of the existence of this dealer.

This dealer is extremely lucky today, and this table is big, but I am afraid that I can hold on to it and reach a terrifying number of times.

The average gambler, because of the rebellious thinking, sees that the big is much bigger, and generally tries to play small, and even keeps adding chips, and the result is inevitably to lose in the hands of the dealer.

But this dead fat man is not ordinary, he is an old gambler.

Although he will not look at the atmosphere, the old gambler has a full stomach: gambling is like this, once the climate is formed, this situation will generally persist - the probability of this big stage is that it will be bigger than the small.

So the fat man, after looking at the situation on the table, decisively chose the big, but luckily stood on the dealer's path - he was stained with the dealer's light.

The luck of the dealer in front of him confirmed Zhang Binhui's analysis, his light really weakened a lot, this fat man was too weak, even the dealer couldn't stand it.

"Silly boy, still don't bet? Don't play fuck off, don't get in the way of your eyes! ”

There was a fat man's voice on the side, this kid won two times in a row, he was really arrogant, and his poor quality cultivation made Zhang Binhui disgusting!

"It is necessary to be alone, and in this impetuous society, you have to change yourself and adapt to it, especially in front of strangers. Bragging, so that the other party can't figure out your bottom line. ”

This is He Qiliao's famous words, all along, Zhang Binhui has never been impressed, but today's situation, he decided to try.

々 glanced at the fat man, Zhang Binhui looked calm. Then, with his left hand, he pushed out all the chips in front of him. I heard a "bang", and the small pillar made up of the smallest chips was all spread out on top of the small one.

"Let's go, brother is in a hurry!"

This sudden momentum shocked the fat man, the dealer, the master and the other three: although the guy in front of him is young, the momentum has changed too much, could it be that he is really a character?

Seeing that others were looking at him, Zhang Binhui was secretly proud, and his heart was even more inflated. I saw him slowly withdraw his hands in front of him, palms inward, and raise them to the side of his mouth.

This fat man is really a gangster, seeing the guy raise his hand, thinking that he wanted to make a move, he couldn't help but secretly guard against it, and took a step back.

The dealer was also trained and guarded, and his left hand was pressed on the alarm button.

Hearing a "poof", Zhang Binhui spit out saliva on his hand, and then stroked it along his forehead, and the flowing broken hair suddenly turned into a big back, and the top of his head immediately looked oily.

"Oops", the three of them screamed in unison, and with a "click", they all fell to the ground.

Day, what's that? I thought that the master was out, but who thought that he was pretending to be forced, this saliva is too stinky!

This can't be blamed on Zhang Binhui, after a morning of hurrying, no matter who is also a false fire, that tone is naturally much heavier.

The question is: isn't that how movies act? The big back is the god of gambling?

The fat man wanted to scold, but he felt that it was too smelly, pinched his nose, took a step back, and vented his anger on the dealer.

"Open quickly, day, there is something more disgusting than me!"

Here, Zhang Binhui is red-faced and red-eared. It's too frustrating, student, pure! Pretending? I really haven't practiced it!

In this awkward circumstance, the dealer lifted the lid of the cup.

"One, two, three, six o'clock small, cough, it stinks!"

I've seen everything, but this is the first time I've spitted and wiped my head. This dealer is also disgusted!

The fat man slapped the stage, looking very annoyed. Here, Zhang Binhui couldn't manage so much, and happily took the chips back to the side.

One to one, this is all pressed down, and one game can win nine thousand eight, cool!

Although the fat man lost tens of thousands, he basically won it back, and the loss was not big. As soon as he raised his hand, he pinched a 100,000 coin, and with a "snap", he slapped the big one again.

"Boy, come again!"

He really got on the same page with Zhang Binhui.

Who's afraid of whom? You're a dead boy!

Once again, the fat man's aura was confirmed, although it was diluted by the dealer, it was still unspeakably black, and Zhang Binhui didn't care about it.

"Wow", he pushed out the nearly 20,000 chips again, and piled them all on top of the small ones.

The dealer also saw the problem, and the two in front of him were competing!

He doesn't care, the casino is full of people, there are more guests, what scene hasn't he seen?

Although the fat man is imposing, he is just a small hooligan leader, and he can't jump up here.

On the contrary, it was the one in front of him, although he was young and his shot was chilling, but it was obvious that a minister was following behind from a distance, looking cautious, and this one did not seem to be simple.

"Open, two, three, four, nine o'clock small."

"Smack", the fat man was holding his arms on the stage, waiting to collect the money! This position, he asked the master to see it, authentic Wang! Confidence has long been inflated, but who came up with a small.

His chin knocked on the table, and he turned red on the spot, and the fat man screamed in pain, and watched the 100,000 yuan being raked away.

And Zhang Binhui's side, once again, won another game, and earned about 20,000 yuan, and now the chips in front of him are piled up like a hill, almost 40,000.

The trend of this gamble, as he predicted, the fat man is going to decline!