Huang Bowen cursed inwardly and quickly explained: "Lao Meng, don't get angry. I just knew that person's identity. For more than ten years, can you still believe in my character?"

"Hmph!" Meng Shicheng snorted coldly with a calm face and said lightly: "Did your friend sell it?"

Huang Bowen looked bitter and held the bottle of green tea without saying a word. No matter how he explained it now, it would be useless. After all, the disciple of the Southeast Asian gambling king was sitting on the gambling platform.

"Haha! I'm thirsty, thank you!" Xu Qing sucked the green tea in Huang Bowen's hand, lifted the cover and tilted his neck and sucked it twice, and said slowly: "Brother Huang, while there is still time, tell me who is the gambling king in Southeast Asia?"

Huang Bowen smiled awkwardly and briefly explained what he knew about the gambling king.

The Southeast Asian gambling king's surname is Gao Ming Shun. His ancestral home is Jinan, Shandong. He is a master of gambling. He has won all the championships in the gambling world competition for five consecutive years and won five consecutive championships in the Southeast Asian gambling king competition. His best attitude is dice and stud. It is rumored that the dice box can be shaken to get at what time. It is also a great idea to hear dice. His personal disciple has received strict training in these two gambling techniques since he was a child. If Xu Qing didn't use a strange move just now, he would probably be able to hear the dice points by the other party.

It is rumored that Gao Shun is 70 years old and has never lost the gambling world in Southeast Asia. After he won the Gambling King Competition for several years, he retired and completely faded out of the gambling world. The legend about him is still circulating among major famous casinos. Some say that he has special abilities, some say that he is a master of psychology and hypnosis. There is also a rumor that he lost to a mysterious man and has since retired to the mountains and forests.

There are all kinds of rumors, and Gao Shun has become a legend in the world gambling world. His deeds have been made into movies, but they are all used as pseudonyms. According to reliable information, the cold-faced man sitting on the gambling platform is one of Gao Shun's personal disciples, known as the cold-faced ghost hand.

As for why Yum Jun invited him to help box, it is unknown. Judging from the fact that Bai's surname can give him hundreds of millions of dollars to participate in the gambling process, this person's identity should be true.

After listening to Huang Bowen's story, Meng Shicheng and Tang Guobin were both stunned. The trust in Xu Qing's good luck was greatly reduced. Luck is not something that exists all the time, but gambling skills are accumulated over the years of hard work. It is naturally self-evident which one is more reliable.

Xu Qing pretended to be shocked and stuck out his tongue and said, "Brother Huang, why don't you help me get the money back? Can we not bet?"

Meng Tang and the other two looked at Huang Bowen at the same time. Now it was the cold-faced ghost who turned the dice with his hands. If someone also used a trick to shake or fold the dice, wouldn’t it be even a chance?

Huang Bowen shook his head with a wry smile and said, "There are rules for gambling, and losing money is like pouring water. I can't stop the gambling halfway..."

At this moment, the dealer shouted to the side with a voice: "The rest time has come, please take your seat."

Xu Qing raised his neck and drank the green tea in his hand, threw the empty bottle on the ground, stepped on it with a snap, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's paralyzed, no matter what kind of magical hand he is, the gods and horses are floating in front of me." After saying that, he walked towards the gambling platform, with a strong wind and a cold Yishui, and his strong domineering spirit that never returns.

"Good Qingzi, I am worthy of being my brother Tang Guobin!"

Tang Guobin waved his punch hard, as if the punch was about to hit the cold-faced ghost hand's face.

"I have a premonition that maybe Qingzi will win..." Tang Guobin looked at Xu Qing's back and said to himself. Winning and losing is no longer important now, and this courage alone has already made him excited.

Xu Qing sat on the chair, took a chip and bit it on the corner of his mouth, pushed it flat with both palms, and pushed all the chips in front of him to the center of the gambling table, then took out the check from his pocket and shook his hand and threw it over.

"Rise, 150 million."

This check was won by Bai Shengjun from the stone gambling competition. Before he could cash it, he threw it out and added the original 210 million, a total of 360 million. This is a wealth that surprised many rich people. Now it is all concentrated on this small gambling platform.

The cold-faced ghost's pupils shrank like needles, so he was still 10 million away from all the money in his hand. Although he was sure to win this game, his heart trembled. It was the first time he had participated in such a huge bet since his debut, and he felt that the cells in his body began to be excited.

Seven checks were thrown in the center of the gambling table like scraps of paper. The cold-faced man took out a check book and wrote a few strokes, tearing off one and blew it.

The last check with a denomination of tens of millions floated to the messy pile of chips. The cold-faced man grabbed the bottom of the dice box with his fingers and raised his arm and shook it quickly.

Puff puff puff —

The rapid impact sound hit the tiles on the roof like heavy rain. The dice box turned into a afterimage with its arms, floating around and flying. Even the dealer felt that his eyes were blurred and he could not catch the exact position of the dice box. He had been a dealer for more than ten years and only saw this way of shaking dice in his life. There were no other words to describe it except amazement.

Xu Qing still held the chip in the corner of his mouth, holding his cheek and watching the performance of the cold-faced ghost hand. He also couldn't see the curve of the dice box swing, so he simply squinted his eyes and watched it change.

Bang!

The dice box fell, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the cold-faced man. He leaned forward a little, pushed the dice box to the dealer, then whispered lightly, and said coldly: "Guess!"

Xu Qing's right eyelid twitched, and three numbers in the dice box jumped into his eyes. His expression changed slightly, and then he returned to normal. He thought to himself: Good guy, the apprentice of the gambling king does have two brushes, and this kind of point can be shaken, but when you meet your brother, you are still a cloud...

He slowly stretched his fingers to his lips, grabbed the chip, raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly pressed the chips on a set of numbers in front of the dealer.

"Three six, leopard!"

A sudden shout echoed through the hall. Two lights flashed in the cold-faced man's eyes, his lips trembled slightly twice, as if he had something to say, but he still didn't spit out a word.
Chapter completed!