Chapter two hundred and nine, the wager

Yang Feng Pu Chi a laugh, opened his hands to scan the people, said: "We can all see, the croupier rolling dice, I did not touch touch, you say I cheated, have evidence? "

"You! "

Gringo gas blowing beard stare, but how many eyes, Yang Feng really no suspicious place.

"I don't believe it. If you weren't playing fraud, you wouldn't be able to do it every time. "

Onlookers also privately discuss have, Yang Feng have expressed doubt, but there are also foreigners here lost, privately give Yang Feng cheer, low scold foreigners can not afford to lose.

All kinds of gossip spread to the gringo ears, angry gringo clenched his teeth, would like to break in front of the table.

He glared around, and the crowd shut up for a moment, afraid to say more.

The gringo leaped, grabbed the Dice Cup from the dealer's hand, and gnashed his teeth. "If you're not playing fraud, let's play a different game this time, and I'll roll the dice. If you can guess correctly, I'll be convinced. "

Yang Feng chuckled and shook his head. The gringo gritted his teeth and said, "what, are you afraid? "

"afraid? I Yang Feng Dictionary has not this word, just before and after you lost me a lot, I'm afraid this down, you can not afford to lose my money. "

"Well, don't look down on me. I've got plenty of money, but this time we'll bet big. "

"How? "

Yang Feng raised eyebrow, eyes full of interest.

"This time, we gambled that whoever lost would have to cut off a hand, and if I lost, I would do the same and give you all the money I owed you. "

Words Fall, the corners of the mouth hook up a strange smile, all the people all nervous stiff Zhu's gaze Yang Feng, waiting for his answer.

Yang Feng after death uncle also do not know when lean to his side, pulled his sleeve, facing him to shake his head, low voice let him do not agree.

Yang Feng did not answer for the moment, Gringo face gradually accumulated a smile, arrogant way: "How, dare not bet, if you do not dare, then admit that you just cheated it. "

"Oh, I just fear you will lose a hand and do not learn. " Yang Feng shrugged, face without fear, but asked what foreigners to play new tricks.

The gringo took out two more dice from behind and put them all into the SIFTER Cup, laughing. "It's still a SIFTER Cup, but this time it's a double cup. How about guessing not only the number of the dice in the two sifter cups, but also the size of the dice on both sides? "

Yang Feng is the first time to hear this kind of play, to the Croupier craps also high requirements, let alone players guess the number of two Sieve Cup.

The foreigner ate Yang Feng to play not to rise, squint, confirm Yang Feng to play again.

Yang Feng chuckled and spread out his hands, letting him shake.

The crowd a sob in an uproar, private comments have, all decided that Yang Feng won, has been ready to see Yang Feng chopping hands.

The gringo went to the dealer's position with a cold snort and pushed him away. He took the dice cup in his hand and began a series of rolling dice. He took a dice cup in each hand and shook it up and down in all kinds of ways.

After the shaking and fixing, the two sieve cups were on the table at the same time. The foreigner crossed his hands and moved the Sieve Cup from hand to hand. From time to time, the Sieve Cup sprang up. The dice inside the Sieve Cup flew out of one Sieve Cup and fell into another, so take turns a few times, the crowd also see dizzy turn, do not know how many dice in that cup.

I do not know how long, the foreigner finally stopped that dazzling craps tricks, will two SIFTER Cup firmly on the table, asked: "Can, how do you guess? "

"This, little, one, . . "

Yang Feng pointed to his right hand under the Sieve Cup, light way.

The gringo looked surprised, but quickly steadied himself. With a strange smile on his lips, he glanced over his left eye and asked, "what about this? "

"Well... "

Yang Feng dragged a long tone, in the crowd convergence under breath, indifferent way: "is also small. "

"How is that possible? "

"That is, if the other one is a one, there are at least four numbers in this cup. How can it be smaller than a one? "

Suddenly, all kinds of gossip in the underground gambling filled, only the foreigner's face more and more gloomy, pressing the hand of the sieve cup shiver slightly.

Yang Feng smilingly looking at him, insouciantly way: "I guess, you, dare to open? "

Gringo grinding teeth, but the pressure in the Sieve Cup of hands dare not leave.

As the chatter around them dwindled, a number of people became uneasy as they saw the foreigners'changing faces.

Yang Feng clutched his wrist, slightly forced, soon will be the other party's hand from the Sieve Cup, and opened the inside of the number, all one, indeed are small.

"This, this how be possible... " the public is startled, surprised big eye glares small.

Yang Feng let go of the hand, both hands around the chest, lazy glance at the face Pale foreigner, lightly snort A, laugh a way: "How, are you ready to chop left hand or right hand? "

"It's, it's impossible, it's impossible, " the gringo muttered in horror as he backed away.

Yang Feng did not speak, quietly looking at him.

"You must be out of fraud. " The gringo still does not believe, pointing to Yang Feng's nose to bite him out of fraud, but no one has believed him, because just that game of dice, everyone knew that the Gringo will definitely cheat, or you wouldn't be so confident.

And in this case win Yang Feng, is the most powerful proof.

Yang Feng ignored his strong argument, directly from behind took out a small dagger, in front of the foreigner dangled, and then repeated the previous words.

The GRINGO is frightened two legs a shiver, the feeling is anxious under takes out a black glistening pistol from behind, aimed at Yang Feng's forehead, does not know what to do of roar a way: "You dare! "

Yang Feng suddenly kicked him in the chest, gringo muffled hum, the whole body flew out, heavy hit not far from the wall, from the wall, fell on the ground on all sides, the pain repeatedly.

Yang Feng clapped his hands, walked slowly to the foreigner in front of him, a foot in his hand to feel the hand of the pistol, hard crush.

The gringo let out a squeal that hurt for a moment, then rolled his eyes and fainted.

Yang Feng disdains cold hum, pick up a pistol from the ground, mat in the hand, then turn round to walk to Lotus officer.

People around back, like looking at the Monster General Eyes looked at Yang Feng, the dealer is also afraid of the back again and again, until back to a gambling table before, had to stop.

"Well, he's out cold, but he's one of yours, and I've got one hundred and forty million grand in the pot with him. Should I have it? "