When the dealer vomited blood and fell to the ground, the prison who had been staring at Wukong from a distance immediately rushed to the second floor without saying a word. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dealer died on the gambling table, and naturally there would be other supervisors to deal with the matter, and his top priority now was to report to the chief of finance immediately about Wukong's win of 750,000 gold coins.

As soon as he entered the room and saw the woman sitting on the main seat, the prison immediately snapped and knelt directly in front of the woman.

Then, after he respectfully bowed to the woman, he suppressed the tension in his heart and slowly said to the woman: "Lord Qiqi! Shi Zhikang is downstairs...... , pressed three handfuls of color in a row, and won 750,000 gold--please make a decision quickly!" After finishing speaking, the prison quickly trembled and lay on the ground.

Without waiting for the woman to speak, the chief financial manager directly yelled in shock and anger: "What are you talking about-!Three won 750,000--! Seal the hall-! You fucking go down and seal the hall for me-! You must not let Shi Zhikang, that bastard, leave half a step-!" After yelling, he quickly ran to the window and stared at the gambling table where Wukong was sitting.

At this time, the four supervisors and more than two dozen thugs had already surrounded the gambling table where Wukong was located.

Two of the prisons are checking the cause of the dealer's death, one is maintaining order around the place, and the last one is negotiating with Wukong and the others with a professional standard smile.

"You don't talk nonsense with me here---I'm willing to gamble and lose--!Since I won 750,000 gold, your casino must pay me 750,000 gold-! Oh, now that we've won, what do you tell us, he took our bets in violation of the law. This gambling king will send you a word now, I'll go to your horse-!" Wukong slammed the gambling table angrily and scolded the prison with a straight face.

For the death of the banker, Wukong does not have any psychological burden at all, because everyone is betting openly, the dealer himself can't think about it, and he is angry with himself on the gambling table, even if this kind of thing is said to be on the edge of the sky, Wukong does not have any responsibility.

Although the prison field understands this truth in his heart, what about it...... , where his duty is now, that is, no matter what, he must wronged Wukong and the two!

As soon as Wukong's words fell, a prison squatter next to the dealer stood up expressionlessly, stared at Wukong coldly and said: "Boy, you don't inquire, what kind of place is this, dare to come here to spread wild! I will also send you a word, you are just looking for death-!" After saying this, he slowly bowed his hand and said to the gamblers who were watching at this time.

"Everyone--Someone is secretly in this hall and poisons our dealer-Please immediately take your chips and leave this hall and cooperate with our work---All losses are covered by our casino--Please leave immediately--Seal the hall-!" As soon as the supervisor's voice fell, dozens of dealers and hundreds of other staff members in the entire gambling hall all acted quickly.

In less than a minute, nearly 1,000 gamblers in the entire hall took their chips and honestly left the place at the request of the staff.

When Wukong saw that everyone was gone, he frowned tightly, and asked the prison very unhappily: "What about the chips of this gambling king? Hurry up, you quickly give me the chips to redeem, and I have to go to another gambling hall to continue playing." Play a game, you can die, this place is too shady!" After saying it rightly, he looked at the three prisoners with his head held high, waiting for the other party to exchange chips for him.

After listening to Wukong's words, everyone looked at this timid fat man speechlessly, and he didn't know the slightest situation.

Fan Liang said in his heart: "Pretend, you will reload it for me." I want to see how long the you can pretend! Jianghu, after all, you have to rely on your own strength to fight for the right to speak! You kid doesn't even have any martial arts, so it's better to wait here to die!" After thinking of this, he pretended to be honest and lowered his head tremblingly.

After the first supervisor sneered, he said slowly to Wukong: "Little miscellaneous, you are really ...... Even now, you still want to continue gambling, go down there and gamble well, bet up!" With his order, two thugs immediately rushed up and directly pressed Wukong to the gambling table.

At this moment, Wukong was completely angry, he struggled to raise his head, and shouted angrily at the prison: "You dare to play tricks on me! I grass your ancestors for eighteen generations! You let go of me! Let go of ......!" Before Wukong finished scolding angrily, he was strangled by a thug, and raised one hand in front of the prison.

"Smack!", "Slap!", after two clicks, the prison didn't say a word, and slapped Wukong twice first.

These two very loud slaps directly made Wukong's little fat face gain three points again in an instant, and it was the kind of translucent fat that was red and red.

This kind of scene fell into Fan Liangji's eyes, and the joy in his heart was simply how happy he was.

"You deserve it! Let your boy get here! I won't lose anything by killing you! Alas...... , what a fucking waste, after two slaps, he didn't even knock out the little piglet's teeth. If I were to hit him, a slap would blow his head off. Forget it, anyway, this little piglet will definitely be dead for a while. I'd better keep a low profile now. After thinking of this, Fan Liangji buried his head a little deeper.

Wukong was strangled by the thugs from behind, his whole face was purple and red, and he couldn't even say half a sentence, he could only be full of murderous energy, with his own eyes, staring at each other angrily, and he couldn't wait to use his own eyes to stare the other party directly into pieces.

However, the prison didn't care about Wukong's eyes at all, how sharp they were, anyway, in his opinion, Wukong was absolutely certain to die today.

At this time, Wukong, the little fat chicken, has been firmly controlled by him, so of course, he will be beautiful next, and pay a good salute to the other monkeys on the gambling table.

"Little crumb, I'll let you die today. I would like to give you another word, when you are a man in the next life, it is best to shine your own pair of tricks. With that, the prison shook his fist at the other gamblers and continued with a smile.

"What is the upper limit of the bookmaker in this hall, I want to come to all the old friends here, should be well aware. There are three rounds on the gambling table, and two of them are three ones, how small is this probability, I want to come to old friends, and they should all know in their hearts. After smiling and saying this, the prison pointed to the dealer on the ground, looked around the gamblers coldly, and continued in a slow voice.

"This man has been blinded by lard, and he dares to unite with outsiders to calculate us, which is really innocent of death! Because the two accomplices who killed him still did not receive the punishment they deserved. This gentleman, what do you think...... , am I right?" As soon as the prison field's words fell, he slowly turned his head and put his murderous gaze on Fan Liangji, the "thief king" who had been pretending to be his grandson.