Chapter 327 Gamble Set Set

The mouse was very clever. Seeing that the night did not want to expose himself, he vaguely talked up and secretly conveyed some information, so he found an excuse to leave. Heiye took Huo Ling around the casino a few times, showed great interest in all kinds of gambling, and even made a heavy bet on the turntable.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The gambler's eyes turned red and stared at the pointer in the turntable.

"Red!" Blue!" Purple!" The bettors hope that the pointer can stay on the color of their bets. The turntable is divided into seven colors: white, black, green, blue, gold, orange and purple. White double, black double, green four times, blue eight times, gold sixteen times, orange 32 times, purple sixty-four times.

The higher the color, the higher the magnification, but the corresponding area is also extremely narrow.

The night spread the perception, wrapped the whole gambling tool, and soon found the trick. The banker is designated by the mouse. In fact, the turntable can be controlled secretly.

"This thing has to be slightly improved. There are many people in the world who can use perception." The night thought to himself and was ready to talk to the mouse later. The reason why you make a profit is to make money. If you are sold by a gambler, you will lose money.

"I won, I won."

Not long, the pointer stops on the black, and the black is double. A gambler who made a bet was overjoyed and took a pile of fairy shields from the banker. The hundred fairy shields on the bet suddenly turned into three hundred.

He didn't make all kinds of sighs and continued the next round of bets.

The night was silent, and he ordered Huo Ling to bet a thousand fairy shields in the purple area.

If you don't win, continue to bet!

Fifty times in a row, he has bet 50,000 fairy shields. There are more and more onlookers, and some people bet heavily on the night. The dealer in charge of trading sweated. He had already got the secret message from the mouse and knew the identity of the night. Should he let the night be in charge or not?

Of course, the night doesn't care whether he can win money or not. His perception has wrapped the whole casino. Drunken warmth does not mean wine. He is mainly to observe the gamblers.

After more than a month of operation, the number of people gathered at the foot of Jinguangding Mountain has now exceeded 2,000. Except for the representatives of less than a thousand forces, the rest are the follow-up personnel selected by those forces, and the other is all kinds of "local tycoons" who are admired.

In the bronze trial field, all of them can reach the level of local tycoon, either a lord or a "second generation" of noble origin. These people are good and bad, but in general, they all reveal the greed in their hearts. There is no chance to draw yuan. It doesn't matter. The gambling in the casino can provide another way to get rich overnight.

"Those bastards can't hold it anymore," the night nodded secretly. He had locked the people who had followed him at the door.

"I hit it, I hit it," the sound of the crowd pulled back the perception of the night. At this time, his bet had reached the seventy-eighth round, and a full 78,000 fairy shields were thrown into the turntable game.

"It's purple," someone exclaimed.

"Congratulations," the dealer responsible for turning the wheel held a large bag of fairy shields and congratulated the night. Looking at his sweat, he didn't dare to look directly.

Sixty-four fairy shields, and the night tried to pouted to Fubo and let him install the fairy shield. Then he pulled Huo Ling, who was still excited, and pretended to leave the casino.

As soon as I got to the door, I was stopped by a few people who looked greasy.

"Why did you stop me from going?" The night's nostrils were facing the sky, with an impatient tone: "Don't you see that the old man is busy?"

"Oh, this gentleman, I don't know if you are interested in playing some new games with us?" A well-dressed middle-aged man skimmed his goat's mustache.

"What's the gambling method?"

"Dice!"

"Don't play with the young master. Do you have money to play with me?" The night took out the money bag from Fubo's back, which was not temptinging.

"How about three thousand?" Uncle Sanyang said.

The night is still with his nostrils facing the sky, showing an extremely impatient look: "At least you are a good count, and you are too embarrassed to show off this little money." As he spoke, he opened the pocket in his hand, revealing a lot of thousand-yuan fairy shields.

"One thousand, the small one doesn't play." The dark cowhide coaxed, and then stretched out his finger to his nose and said, "If you want to make money, you have to show some sincerity."

Sanyangbo gritted his teeth and wink. An attendant immediately came to the side and unloaded the bag behind him. The bag was also a pile of large-value fairy shields. Through the bag, there are small fairy shields below, and the total amount will not exceed 100,000.

In fact, the dark night knows that this Sanyangbo once smoked Yuanjing a few days ago and harvested more than 200,000 immortal shields. It's probably that Uncle San is not very lucky these days, and half of his luck has been consumed in the casino. Several people couldn't get any benefits from the bankers in the casino and wanted to get money from the gamblers.

"Okay, call the boss and get a box." The night called a waiter from the casino and asked him to find a mouse.

In a short time, the mouse arrived.

The night showed a contemptuous look to Uncle Sanyang, and then said to the mouse, "Boss Jiang, you and I are old friends. These new friends are going to play with me. You can provide me with a place.

"It's a small matter," the mouse quickly answered and took them to a box. Then he called wine and vegetables, and even invited a few prostitutes from the Manchun Garden opposite.

"Please take your time. Since you are our regular customer, there is no charge for these." After saying that in a hurry, Mo Mouse nodded to the night and left by himself.

The night gave San Yangbo's group a proud look and found a seat to sit down first: "Sing the little song first."

Several singers began to play and sing slowly.

This Sanyangbo has a problem. Not only is the mouse Jiang Mo secretly reported it, but even the intelligence leader Shen Kun has news. The attack on the 18-mile sharpening may get news from him.

"How to play!" The night shook his head and listened to the little song, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and taking a sip from time to time.

"Six dice, three each for you and me. Put it in the dice cup and win with big points. San Yangbo gave the simplest rules of the game.

The night smiled evilly, reached out and pinched a dice and said, "I said, count, you won't touch the dice, will you?"

"No, no, you can try it first." Uncle Sanyang showed a trace of embarrassment, but he immediately piled up a smiling face and covered it well.

"That's good, let's get started!" Fubo and Huoling stand left and right. The one on the left is responsible for paying, and the one on the right is responsible for shaking the dice. Those people on the opposite side were happy to see the entourage assigned by the night.

"Wow," the dice cup shook in San Yangbo's hand, and then suddenly buckled the three dice.

Huoling has a good example and buckles the dice cup on the table.

"One ten thousand," the night asked Fu Bo to push ten thousand fairy shields into the middle of the gambling table and looked at San Yangbo.

San Yangbo's heart tightened for no reason. He suddenly took a breath and opened his dice cup, inside two three, one five, eleven o'clock. Huo Ling opened his dice cup, one two, two three.

The Sanyangbo took a breath, showing a trace of joy, and put a pile of fairy shields in front of him.

Sanyang won seven games in a row. By the eighth time, Huoling, who was full of energy, finally won once. It's strange that since winning this time, winning or losing has become normal.

The night reclined on a chair and gasped. He said impatiently, "I said what the count is. When will this end? Why don't we change the pattern?"

"Ah!" When Sanyangbo, who was concentrating on shaking the dice, heard the tone of the night, he was stunned and stopped slightly in his hand. When he opened the dice, he actually lost. He didn't expect that the dice had been tampant. But the other party only let a maid shake the dice, and he could almost play a draw, which did not meet his psychological expectations at all.

"Well, you two shake the dice first, and put it left and right after shaking. Whoever loses will choose one first, and then start to bet money. The lower limit is 10,000, and it is not capped. How about ending early? The night narrowed its eyes and seemed to sleepily to the Three Oceans.

"That..." The rules of the game were changed, and San Yangbo was not sure. He immediately hesitated: "Is that a bet, or can it be increased?"

"Of course, you can add notes. If you don't follow, you will admit defeat. How about that?" The night is still a careless look.

Uncle Sanyang turned around and looked at his companions, and one of the seemingly ordinary attendants nodded slightly imperceptiblely. It seemed that he had received some hints, and San Yangbo immediately agreed to the conditions.

Sneaking fun in the dark night, this Sanyangbo doesn't seem to be the right angle. The seemingly inconspicuous follower is the leader of this group. Just now, he pulled out a trace of spatial perception and had been wrapped in six dice. Naturally, he knew what was wrong with it. In addition to the problem with the dice itself, there should be people who can get the desired points through external force control. I didn't win or lose just now, and I didn't notice that someone took action.

A new round of shaking dice began. In the cold winter, the Sanyang uncle began to sweat on his forehead.

"You bet," the moment the dice left the hand, the night suddenly said.

"I choose this," San Yangbo pointed to Huoling's dice and said without hesitation, "I'll 20,000 yuan."

"I'm thirty thousand, do you follow me?" The night didn't care at all.

"This?" San Yangbo seemed to be very uncomfortable with this rule and looked back again. The man behind him shook slightly, and there was no other indication.

"No!" San Yangbo pushed 20,000 fairy shields to the night.

It's a little interesting. If you want to get it, the night naturally knows what the points are in the two dice.

There is no disclosure, and the two sides will start the next round.

"You'd better go first," said the night.

"10,000, press my own." San Yangbo seemed to be cautious.

"It's still 30,000, will you follow it?"

"With." San Yangbo was instructed to cut the railway firmly.

"The 30,000 yuan belongs to you, and I will wait for the next round." The night also revealed the bottom and directly pushed 30,000 fairy shields to the other party.

The front has been rubbed long enough, and the night feels that it can almost end.

When the dice were settled, he took the money bag directly from Fubo and threw it on the table: "Choose your dice and bet it all. You bet on your bag."

Uncle Sanyang was stunned at first, and then turned back. When he turned back, his face was surprised, but he couldn't suppress it: "He, just bet on this."

The bet will be made, and the two sides will open the bet.

It's weird that Sanyangbo actually won!