The people at the table were all engrossed in looking at the cards in front of them, their lips moving, muttering and muttering that they didn't know what they were saying. The fingers of the two hands are intertwined with each other, and from the white skin of the blue, it shows the inner tension and anticipation.

A playing card is revealed, often prompting a few shrill cheers, but most of them are decadent curses and regrets.

Most of the stacks of chips in front of you are taken away by the dealer at the end of each game, and only a very small part of the chips are distributed to the winning one or two gamblers. But in the blink of an eye, the few chips that had been won and had not yet been covered were lost in the next gamble.

As soon as Wang Heng took Wu Chong to the door of the second floor, the black pipe in his hand lit up. Before this kid could make a move, two guys came up from the left and the right.

The clothes made of black silk, Niu B's open arms, trembling up and down as he walked. Judging from the outfit of this thug, these two guys belong to the likes of casino watchers.

The left hand of one of them stretched out arrogantly, this was to grab the black pipe in Wang Heng's hand. His mouth was still chattering, "What's the matter, buddy, where are you messing around? Why are you still taking the guys? I don't know if this is the fourth master's field? Here, it's not allowed to take the guys up to the second floor." ”

Wang Heng himself clearly knew that he did not come to this flame hall to visit Jin Siye in a friendly manner, but to smash the field and settle accounts.

didn't speak, Wang Heng shook the black pipe in his right hand, and before the eyes of the spectator caught up with the shadow of the black pipe, he had already knocked the root of the ear of the man watching the scene on the left. Before he could fall, his left foot shook, and his size forty-one sneaker slammed into his lower abdomen on the right.

The tremendous force spread through the sneakers all over the spectators, like a baseball that had been knocked away, drawing a graceful parabola in the air and slamming it on the bar on the left side of the second floor.

There was a burst of broken bottles and cups, and the one-and-a-half-meter-high bar was smashed.

The originally noisy casino was instantly silent by this loud noise. Everyone was stunned by this sudden blow, who ate the bear's heart and leopard's guts to make trouble in Jin Siye's casino?

In the first year of the Flame Hall's opening, there were two or three riots. But since a troublemaker's hands were chopped off, there has not been an accident in the years since.

Silence, like a sudden plague, spread throughout the audience in an instant. One by one, the gamblers and waiters looked dumbfounded at the debris all over the ground, and at the emaciated, angry young man standing in front of them.

The silence of the air was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. More than a dozen men in black silk came from all around the casino, and in addition to the black pipe, the guys in their hands also had four or five sharp machetes.

The hilarious laughter of "haha" is like a drought thunder in midsummer, violently impacting the eardrums of the men in black silk who surrounded them. While their eyes were still thinking about who this bold young man was, Wang Heng rushed forward, and the wheels like black pipes and windmills in his hands moved.

When the head of the man in front broke and blood was splashed, Wang Heng's left hand shook, like a pu fan made of iron, passing over his face in the frightened expression of the second man who was flying.

Wang Heng's feet slammed on the ground, and his body soared like a bird. The legs kicked each other back and forth, and eight legs were connected in the gust of wind, and in the "Ping Pong", three figures screamed and spun and flew out.

A machete slashed diagonally at the left of Wang Heng's shirt, and before the knife was finished, the black tube made of stainless steel was struck horizontally, accompanied by the sound of "click" bone cracking, and the black silk man fell down with his head covered with his hand.

At the moment of the fight, the dozen or so men who rushed up broke five. The remaining seven or eight people were frightened by the sudden and violent blow, and they all stopped their bodies and cautiously surrounded them in a semicircle.

The mustache in the middle looked like a leader, and the machete in his hand shook with a vibrate, and asked in a vicious voice: "Boy, where did you come from?

Wang Heng's eyes squinted, his mouth was sour, and he asked rhetorically: "Ha, what you kid asked is quite interesting." As soon as I go upstairs, I will do it, and you say, if I tell you, I am here for a friendly visit, do you believe it?"

"you MD, what about you visiting like this?

"Then you're right, I'm here to smash the field. ”

Before Wang Heng finished speaking, the black tube in his hand hit each other up and down, bringing out more than a dozen black shadows, and covering his head and face on the top of this mustache.

This mustache seems to have practiced kung fu for a few days, and in a muffled roar, the moment the machete is raised, three knives are slashed from top to bottom. Each slash is aimed at the opponent's chest.

In the giggling and weird laughter, Wang Heng's moves remained unchanged, and the stick accurately smashed on the blade of the machete raised by the mustache, and in the crisp sound of "clanging", the machete was splashed up.

The stiff steel pipe spun down and struck the mustache's neck three times like a butterfly in love.

A moan like a cry sounded in the air at the moment when the mustache fell to the ground.

The six or seven men gathered around retreated with fear on their faces as their leader fell to the ground.

At this time, Wang Hengke didn't care whether these spectators were scared or not, and his figure rushed forward at the same time as the men retreated, and in a ghost crying and howling, like a tiger like a flock of sheep, he quickly turned around in a circle among these six or seven men. After the kid stood firm, none of the dozen or so men who rushed out of the surrounding of the casino were standing.

In this group fight with an unequal number of people, Wang Heng's victory was very easy. It's not that these people who protect the field can't do it, but Wang Heng's kung fu has already achieved something. The cultivation of the intermediate level of the Xuan Duan is already good in the cultivation world.

At this time, the entire second-floor casino was in a panic and screamed, and some timid gamblers rushed down the stairs on the second floor in panic.

Of course, some spectators on the first floor also knew that there was something wrong upstairs, and rushed up from the bottom with the guys in their hands, wanting to support the fight on the second floor. But without exception, Wu Chong, who was guarding the entrance of the second floor, kicked back to the first floor one by one. Coming and going, many thugs on the first floor also knew that there was a demon god at the staircase on the second floor, and they couldn't rush up at all.

At this time on the third floor, in the middle of a luxurious room. Jin Si, the boss of the Flame Hall, was lazily lying on the high-backed boss chair. Under his crotch, a black-haired woman with a swollen face like a pig's head was sucking his bird.