Trapped for 10 years

Chapter 145

The reason why Han Chong was so surprised was because he saw that under the dice cup, there were slowly a pile of fragments, the fragments of dice.

how so!My strength just now was obviously not so heavy, what the hell is going on here!

Han Chong looked puzzled at Lu Jinyan who was sitting across from him with a smile on his face, wondering if it was this guy who did it.

But as soon as his idea appeared, it was rejected by you yourself.

impossible!He is so far away from himself, and he does everything from beginning to end, it can never be him.

Even if he is very close to me, it is impossible for me not to notice what he does.

When the dice were just brought, there was no problem with the quality, and the dice cup didn't have any mechanisms, so how did it break!
With a melancholy expression on his face, Han Chong grinned and waved to the beautiful dealer: "Come on, help me see if I still have all the points."

The beautiful croupier was also in a dilemma, glanced at the broken dice on the table, and thought, brother, your dice are more broken than glass, do you still need to look at it?

There is no way, after all, this is the job of the croupier, so she can only step forward and pick it up carefully.

After a while: "Mr. Han, there is really no dice that can be used as a point."

"Not a single one?!" Han Chong couldn't believe it, and he gritted his teeth and asked, full of unwillingness.

What he meant was, Lao Tzu is a distinguished guest invited by your boss, so why don't you treat me a little bit?Even if there is one grain that can barely be regarded as points, it is just a matter of your words.

"Not really!"

Why didn't the croupier understand what he meant, and wanted to help him, but he had to be careful in everything, with so many eyes watching, it was impossible to judge a deer as a horse.

Unwilling to give up, Han Chong picked it himself.

When he finished watching, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

All the dice were broken into small pieces the size of rice grains, and it was impossible to tell what the points were!

The audience also saw clearly through the big screen, and then there was an uproar.

"Is this true or not? Could it be that the organizer deliberately directed and staged a good show? The God of Gamblers has the winning ticket, but he accidentally smashed all the dice, and deliberately lost to a joker?"

"What are you kidding! Even if the organizer can come up with this kind of script, Han Chong won't cooperate. No matter how much money you pay, it's impossible. Don't forget that he is the God of Gamblers in the Northwest. Do you want to save face? That's it. After losing the game, will he still be in the gambling industry? Can he make fun of his own future?"

"Then it's still possible that the God of Gamblers made a mistake accidentally? I'm afraid the probability isn't much higher than zero, right?"

After everyone was surprised, they had no choice but to discuss this matter, because this matter is so weird!
Seeing this, Zhang Tian felt as if he was alive after a catastrophe. He jumped so high and danced with excitement, as if he was crazy.

"Five hundred and five hundred million! Damn it, I didn't expect five hundred million to be obtained so easily. Brother Yan, I admire you so much. Please kneel on my knees!"

Zhang Tian didn't care how many people were watching, he was as excited as a child who got his dream toy, he knelt down on the spot, and kowtowed three times in the direction of Lu Jinyan.

The guests at the guest table also looked at each other in blank dismay, very surprised and puzzled by this incredible scene.

"Unexpectedly, the fame of the Northwest God of Gamblers would be ruined here. What a pity, what a pity."

"What I didn't even expect was that he would lose to an idiot... Sigh, is this fate?"

Luo Jiacheng, the northwestern gambling king who was also at the guest table, didn't take their words seriously.

"Funny? Fate? Hehe..."

The corner of his mouth curled slightly, as if he knew something, his eyes were deep and he forgot Lu Jinyan in the distance, and he got up and left the casino.

At this time, Han Chong, the king of gambling in the Northwest, was still in a dream, unable to accept what happened before him.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe I will lose to you! Something must have gone wrong, it must have happened! No, this round doesn't count, we have always been in one round! There must be another round!"

Han Chong had long since neglected his status as the god of gamblers, he begged for nothing, refused to admit defeat, and insisted on another round with the chips in hand.

The beautiful dealer, as the judge of the game, had no choice but to announce: "Mr. Han, please respect yourself, you have already lost."

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't lose! In the international arena, when the dice shattered, the game was declared invalid. Why did you let it continue just now! Why, this game doesn't count at all!"

The beautiful croupier twitched her lips, and said helplessly, "Mr. Han, don't give me such a big hat, I can't bear it. Remember I should have asked for your opinion just now, and your opinion is also the continuation of the game. , everyone present can testify to me. If no one testifies, then there is surveillance video as evidence, you can’t deny this, right?”

"I...! In short, I don't care, this game doesn't count!"

Now, Han Chong was outraged.

The audience saw that the God of Gamblers couldn't afford to lose, and they all protested.

"Winner and loser, if you lose, you lose. As a god of gamblers, you can't afford to lose. What qualifications do you have to be called a god of gamblers? It's a disgrace to the gambling world!"

"The dignified gambling king of the Northwest, it's really embarrassing that he would be such a person who can't afford to lose."

"How does this kind of person become a gambler? After a long time, he is a half-baked two hundred and five. It seems that he really answered that sentence. It is hard to live up to his reputation. I saw him perform just now, and I really thought he was awesome. Well, after making trouble for a long time, it might as well be a magician. I also like you."

Seeing that the situation was a bit out of control, the organizers had to take pictures of the security guards and dragged down Han Chong, who was in emotional time and space.

After Han Chong left his seat, Lu Jinyan took the initiative to shake hands and express condolences.

Taking the opportunity to hand a few dice into Han Chong's hands, he said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, even if you do it a hundred times, you will still lose. Go back and practice for another 100 years obediently."

After finishing speaking, he patted Han Chong's dice twice again.

Although it looked very light, Han Chong suddenly felt an invisible savage force running along the outside of his palm and frightening into his palm.

The dice in the palm of his hand made a clicking sound and a subtle cracking sound.

This crackling sound seemed familiar, and Han Chong's heart shrank suddenly.

He stared blankly at Lu Jinyan's leaving figure, and then hurriedly opened his palms.

In an instant, a handful of broken dice fell to the ground.

At the same time, the high-pitched and loud voice of the on-site commentary also sounded: "I will announce that the winner of the game between Mr. Zhang, a gambling enthusiast, and Mr. Han, the God of Gamblers in the Northwest, will be Mr. Zhang!"

(End of this chapter)