The big guy upstairs also had a sense of ominousness at this moment.

He is not a rich second generation, let alone a descendant of the five major families, and everything he has now is something he has with his hands.

He doesn't know how much bloody he has experienced in this half of his life, but he has also cultivated an extremely keen sixth sense, and this mysterious premonition has saved him several times between life and death.

Now he had a feeling of extreme danger again, and his breathing couldn't help but become heavy.

"Is he really going to be able to win the jackpot? Then he's not human, and that's something only Satan can do. He muttered to himself.

"Quickly have someone check the program of the slot machine!" he suddenly thought of something, and quickly ordered.

"Yes!"

But the subordinates quickly replied that there was no abnormality, and this kind of networked slot machine, in fact, the server is set up in an absolutely safe place, not a small casino owner can control it, he checks the line of his casino not to be tampered with, if that is the case, he can't escape the involvement.

Don't look at him as the boss of the underground forces in Los Angeles, but the energy of those casino bosses is not something he can fight.

But thinking of this, he suddenly became relaxed, these tens of thousands of networked machines he owned was only a few percent, even if that person win, his own loss would only be a few hundred thousand.

With surprise and suspicion, he ordered the casino's surveillance to follow the gambler, and there should be no dead ends.

The man tossed coins up and down and whistled all the way to the slot machines, but there were crazy people in front of each slot machine, everyone was dreaming of getting rich overnight, and there was no spare machine for him.

He shrugged helplessly, whistled and walked towards a fat man covered in tattoos.

The fat man only wore a leather vest for a while, revealing his fat body. The fat all over his body shook as he pulled the lever of the slot machine, and he stared at the screen with an excited face.

"Shet! missed!" the fat man slammed his fist on the slot board.

"Excuse me!"

The fat man raised his head with a fierce look on his face and said viciously, "What are you doing!"

He saw an ordinary-looking white man smile and said to him, "I want to use this machine, how about giving you a hundred?"

"Get out of here, are laborers the ones who are short of money? I've already invested two thousand in this machine, and I have a premonition that I'm going to win!" said the fat man, gritting his teeth.

"Alright then, you go on!" the gambler seemed to care.

"Shet!" the fat man groped into his empty pocket, scolded and grabbed the hundred in the man's hand.

He left his machine, came to the side of a little man, and grabbed the little man.

"What are you doing?" the little man just wanted to get angry, but when he saw the fat man's size, he didn't dare to speak.

"You take this hundred, these coins and machines are mine, get out!" the fat man sat down in his chair and began to operate.

"Fake! there are more than a hundred coins in the labor box!" the little man muttered, and walked away reluctantly.

The fat man whistled and jerked on the lever of the slot machine, clanging, and actually dropped a pile of coins.

"Choke to death! Changing hands is like changing knives! This position is fantastic. "The fat man slapped his thigh, and at a glance he knew that there were hundreds of coins that had fallen, and he had made a lot of money.

At this moment, suddenly the alarm bell sounded over the gambling hall, but his original machine was surrounded by people.

"Cake seller!"

The crowd erupted in waves of screams, as if something terrible had happened.

The fat man chuckled in his heart, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart, and he put the coins on the plate in his pocket, stumbling to his feet and running over there, not even noticing the small pile of coins scattered on the slot machine.

The little man who secretly cursed him on the side pouted when he saw him leave, the few hundred just now should have been won by him.

The little man looked over there, it was already crowded, and he thought that his body could not squeeze into it, so he broke off the idea of going to see the excitement, and looked back to find a pile of coins on the slot machine.

"Hey!" he wanted to stop the fat man, but after thinking about it, it was not his own, and the fat man gave him a hundred, but the plate of coins he took was a lot more than a hundred.

"Hmph, this was originally mine, and I can't keep the money I lost and recovered, so I can't keep it. With that, he shoved all the coins into it and jerked the lever of the slot machine.

The slot machine played beautiful music, and several patterns flashed quickly on the screen...

The fat man over there relied on his strength and did not lose anything, and squeezed through the crowd in a few clicks to come to the slot machine, and the young man who had just coaxed away himself with a hundred was sitting in front of the slot machine with a smile, with a calm face.

But the fat man looked at the slot machine screen, but he couldn't calm down anymore, a series of numbers on the screen, he counted a few times before he tremblingly determined, 100 million, 100 million moldy gold, can be exchanged for coins can fill the entire gambling hall.

But this is naturally his own YY, and 100 million coins are actually not a hundred cubic meters, and even a room is not enough.

But the fat man's poverty limits his imagination, and there is only one voice in his head, which is mine, this is mine.

It almost went dark in front of my eyes, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. He rushed in a few steps to the man.

shouted: "Give me back 100 million!"

At the same time, he grabbed the gambler, but before he rushed to the man's eyes, suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and he heard the wind whistling in his ears, and the whole person took off into the crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd parted ways, but a group of black-clad casino bodyguards squeezed through the crowd, and a tall middle-aged man slowly walked in.

"I'm John, and if you wish, let's find a place to talk. He stared at the breezy gambler and said, his tone implicitly threatening.

"What about this?" the gambler tapped on the screen.

"Write him a check!" John laughed, but his smile was indescribably fierce.

The gambler slowly collected the check, but the bodyguard of the casino surrounded him as if he were a great enemy, and did not disperse until he got up, but still formed a circle and slowly led him out.

"I've won!" suddenly burst into an earth-shattering cheer not far away.

At the same time, a group of gamblers who heard the cheers gathered around.

"Oh! Cake seller! It's incredible!"

Hearing the screams of the crowd, John's heart sank to the bottom, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Won't you, again?"

He was going to have a nervous breakdown.

At this time, the fat man had come to his senses, and he squeezed over when he heard the cheers, but he saw that the little man who had just snatched his machine was surrounded by the crowd, and the slot machine screen behind him was impressively displayed。。。。。