This time I played the bet bigger and the speed of in and out is faster.

The amount has been increased by almost ten times, but Anderson played this time no longer than yesterday. The 900,000 NZD cash was sold out at less than 1:30 in the morning!

After the last stack of large chips was pushed out, Anderson collapsed on the chair. He stared at the two black Jack cards j and a opposite the table, and was confused for a moment.

After watching for two minutes, he stood up and hit the table with his fist and shouted angrily: "Impossible! There must be a ghost! I can't lose like this!"

Manager Maori calmly said: "Mr. Anderson, we changed the cards halfway through, right? Why do you think we cheat? If you insist that we cheat, okay, I will give you the money tonight, but don't go to the casino again in the future. Such a man who can't afford to lose is too insulting to the casino!"

Anderson opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "Are you a cruel guy! But I don't agree. I still have money. I will go back to get the money, but I want to be a banker!"

"Yes, it's up to you!" Manager Maori smiled.

After he left, the waiter in the VIP private room asked, "Boss, if this guy really wants to go back, will you really return the money to him?"

The Maori smiled grimly and said, "How is it possible? Let him dream!"

"You're sure he still has money?"

"We have been in the town for a day or two. Don't you know the size of the department store? At least a thousand cars will stop in front of their doors every day. How much does that cost? He must have embezzled a lot of money!"

"Then, are you really letting him take the banker?"

"Of course, man, does it have any influence on who is in charge?" The Maori clapped his hands and a lot of playing cards fell from his sleeves.

Anderson didn't know these things, but Wang Bo recorded them all with a video recorder.

Half an hour later, he came back with the box again and entered the VIP room. He opened the suitcase, and one million cash was exposed inside, which was neatly arranged.

"I'll be a farmer!"

"Of course!" The greed on Manager Maori's face flashed, and the only thing that was left was a gentle smile.

Wang Bo enlarged the sand table and lay on the bed and watched leisurely gambling in the room.

He adjusted the angle and watched the Maori manager's movements, capturing every move he made, with accurate accuracy.

The chips change intermittently, sometimes increasing and sometimes decreasing, but the overall trend is decreasing.

Anderson's expression became more and more crazy. He sat in the banker, changed cards, changed gambling tables, changed positions, and changed rooms. He changed all the objective factors he could control.

Except for the opponent.

Manager Maori has been betting against him, and Anderson has no doubt about him, but the manager has taken off his coat and only had a T-shirt left on his upper body. He can't tell in front of him that he is cheating.

Wang Bo saw it clearly. This is their home court. How can they let you know how they cheat?

Because it is a VIP private room, people keep coming in to deliver drinks and desserts. Every time someone passes by the Maori manager, there will be a card to switch.

Manager Maori likes to play with chips. In fact, these chips contain pigments. He keeps tampering with the backs of several key big names j, q, k, and a, so that he can always get the cards he wants.

They used a shuffle machine, and I don't know what happened to this machine. Wang Bo noticed that it could detect the card limit and then perform a directional shuffle. Although Anderson dealt the cards, the number of cards was not something he could control...

This time I had been holding on for a while, and at 2:30 in the morning, the chips in front of him disappeared completely!

Anderson stood up staggeringly, his face full of dismay: "No, no, no, why is this happening? This is impossible? My luck cannot be so bad! It is absolutely impossible! Sure, sure, sure..."

He muttered in a mess, and then his body fell soft on the table.

Manager Maori put his coat on him and shrugged, "Yes, there must be ghosts, but so what if there are ghosts? Can you catch them? Have a good sleep, you have to thank me for drugging your coffee, otherwise you will be broken by now!"

After clearing the chips and cards, he said to a young man: "Let Julia come in and take some good photos with this guy. If he wakes up tomorrow and wants to make trouble, he will threaten him to show these photos to his wife and children."

The manager left, a girl with heavy makeup came in, someone helped him take off Anderson's clothes, and then the two of them churned at the gambling table.

Of course, Anderson had no consciousness, just judging from the photos, the battle was fierce.

Wang Bo was not interested in this, so he set his sights on the Maori manager, earning at least two million in two days. This is a very amazing record, and he will definitely take credit from the superiors.

That's true. After entering the finance room, he made a phone call. The sound on the phone asked him to send the money out, but he said helplessly: "I don't know what the police in Sunset Town are doing. They blocked the roads day and night for random inspections. I'm worried that they will find the money and then find our casino."

The news that Wang Bo wanted to hear finally rang out: "Okay, I will go there in the next two days to see what's going on. Put the money first and lock it in the safe!"

Manager Maori put the money and photo negatives into the safe, and the cabinet was stuffed with a lot of stuff. Wang Bo estimated that there was still 500,000 and 600,000 yuan in it.

Anderson asked for leave the next day, and he didn't answer the phone call Wang Bo and he didn't answer. He probably is not only afraid of gambling, but also his own marriage. The threats that those photos pose to him are incomparable to money.

In the evening, a well-deserved Volkswagen Phaeton drove into Sunset Town.

There were four people in the car. They first went to the supermarket to buy some things, then had a full meal at Kobe's restaurant, and then went to the Flame Mountain Bar to have fun until midnight.

Finally, the car drove to Maori Village.

Wang Bo arranged for Uncle Bing to get stuck in the car and checked them once in the middle, including all their luggage, and pretended to take the man to make him dismiss the other party's plan to take the money away.

Manager Maori was waiting at the door. A middle-aged white man with a serious expression walked down the co-pilot of Phaeton. After seeing him, Manager Maori immediately showed a flattering smile and greeted: "Boss of the Bay Crocodile, you are here."

The middle-aged white man named Wan Crocodile Boss is strong in a well-deserved cashmere suit and does not look like a gangster or a stick, but he knows the people but not the ones. Wang Bo has determined from the reactions of the people around him that this is the person he is looking for.

He pinched his nose and called Uncle Bing and Astulu: "Call Sheriff Smith and borrow a team of people to use it. Be alert tonight, and you may have to attack."
Chapter completed!