You pervert! ! !

The King of Fighters, as a classic fighting game, has a strong and colorful stroke in Yu Heng's childhood.

When Yu Heng was not as tall as the game console, he was already able to stand on a stool and compete with adults.

Now, he feels the long-lost joystick and buttons again, and feels the rare happiness of an adult.

Squat down and jump, punching lightly to break the defense.

The heavy foot is in the air, and the sliding shovel sweeps.

KO!

Excitedly, Yu Heng regained his childhood. He beat Zhao Chishen by surprise by using the flowing clouds and flowing water, and even controlled the character to roll over in the air.

"I didn't expect the joystick of this machine to be so flexible."

"The three-stroke combo just now is faster than I thought, the reaction speed is really good, have you debugged it?"

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, why didn't you block that last move? Is it because this King of Fighters doesn't have a blocking skill?"

Zhao Chi stared at Yu Heng deeply, unable to believe it.

Of course he pressed the block button, but before the game characters responded, Yu Heng made a quick swoop and sweep, ending the game directly!

After the round, Zhao Chishen's face turned green.

First win?

The leaderboard updated the points of players on the current cruise ship in real time. After the word "Zhao Chishen", there was a "-5" shining brightly.

"One more round!"

He still doesn't believe it.

Yu Heng looks like he doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains. How can he play the arcade machine with style, look leisurely and light, but be so ruthless and accurate in his strikes?

So, the King of Fighters started again, and Yu Heng happily re-selected other characters.

This feeling of looking for childhood is far better than crushing opponents.

After all, Mr. Zhao was really cooking, Yu Heng tapped his fingers, and before he could use his brain, he fell down again.

Zhao Chishen's face was darkened, he stood up suddenly, and raised his chin condescendingly to signal Yu Heng.

"Change seats."

Yu Heng: "Huh?"

"I tell you to change!"

OK.

Yu Heng is not obsessed with the position, maybe Zhao Chishen superstitiously believes that left can win, he is the boss and he has the final say.

The two switch sides and have another round.

Zhao Chishen really couldn't believe it.

He is the majestic champion of the annual meeting of the Black Star Group, and took away the company's arcade elite with a set of combo moves.

The opponents at that time were either the top three in the province in the King of Fighters competition, or the ten-year-old fan of the King of Fighters.

Although it was difficult to win, he was quick to operate, and a set of combo moves would definitely cut off more than half of the opponent's blood, winning by surprise, and his tactics were excellent.

But now that he was fighting Yu Heng, he was powerless to fight back.

Yu Heng came up with weird and peculiar moves, as if there were a few more rows of button combinations.

Zhao Chishen took his seat, stretched out his hand to shake the joystick, and pressed the button.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I feel that the position on the left is indeed more flexible than the one on his right.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhao Chishen narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his eyebrows to confirm: "This machine doesn't have the cheating device you mentioned, does it?"

"Of course not." Yu Heng replied relaxedly and happily, "The button response speed is very fast, there is almost no delay, and the game is so smooth, of course there will be no cheats."

And such a good King of Fighters, how could there be a cheating device that doesn't exist at all.

Zhao Chishen was very satisfied, he had an advantage seat, and he raised his hand to choose the strongest person.

Fortunately, Yu Heng didn't intend to compete with him, and chose an ordinary fighting character backhand, which looked super weak at first glance.

There are only three things, Zhao Chi has a plan in mind.

At the beginning, Yu Heng dodged, retreated, and had no power to fight back.

Zhao Chishen was about to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, but saw Yu Heng's set of sweeps and a magnificent reversal, pinning Zhao Chishen to the ground and beating him so violently that he couldn't even get up.

If it wasn't Zhao Chishen who was beaten, he would have to shout "wonderful" and "beautiful" to show respect.

At this moment, he could only frantically tap the keys without moving an inch, and finally lost ruthlessly!

Yu Heng was in a particularly happy mood, and he hadn't felt the sense of accomplishment of defeating the strong with the weak for a long time.

"Oh, I only regret one thing at this time. Why didn't I bet with you?"

"You say yes, Mr. Zhao."

However, Zhao Chishen next to him didn't speak, took out his phone silently, and dialed a video.

After a while, a familiar man in black appeared over there.

"Ask Yu Heng's son to say a few words." Zhao Chishen said in a low voice, feeling extremely unhappy.

As soon as the camera turned quietly, Yu Heng saw his good son who was studying hard on Mr. Zhao's noble mobile phone screen.

Nangong Xiong put his palm on the book in a regular manner, and was humming and writing the math problem left by Yu Heng.

There are also exercise books piled up next to the father's love.

He frowned, and wrote very fast, with the pen tip slashing across the paper fiercely, with the momentum of dissecting the tip of a knife.

"Say something to your dad?" The guard in the video urged him.

Nangong grimaced, with an interrupted irritated expression on his face, looking over in a very disrespectful manner.

"Dad, come on." He had a stiff expression and a sincere voice, "I don't want to feed the sharks."

It sounds like the man in black, who has seen a rough road, has taught Nangong Ji how delicious and crisp it is to feed sharks to children.

Yu Heng thought he was pitiful and cute.

A pair of blue eyes filled with grievances.

Damn, Nangong Ji, a child, has finally experienced the cruelty of the adult world.

In front of the food chain of nature, any master hacker is useless.

"Hey, do your homework well, I will check when I come back."

The ruthless old father seriously told him that the child's eyes widened in disbelief, and he continued to struggle with the exercise book with his mouth pursed.

Zhao Chishen hung up the video with deep eyes, a sinister smile, and the words "Your son's life is in my hands" written all over his face, very social.

"Do you understand what I mean?" he asked.

"Understood." Yu Heng gave him eight cadences in one word, "One more game."

Tangtang boss, a little naive.

Isn't it just that they lost three games, ranked at the bottom, and scored -15.

If he wants to win the King of Fighters, he still has to make threats. I really don't know what kind of life Zhao Chishen lived in his childhood.

Saying "I want to win" in a good voice, Yu Heng let go of the water casually, wouldn't it just give him a positive score.

What a big deal.

On Yu Heng's side, he recast the cast in a dull manner.

Suddenly, someone walked over enthusiastically.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, long time no see."

This voice is yin and yang, and it sounds like it has a purpose.

Sure enough, Zhao Chishen had a business smirk on his face, and the King of Fighters stopped playing, stood up and gave the other party a warm handshake.

"Hello, Mr. Wu, are you having fun? Are you satisfied with the arrangement this time?"

Specially formulated.

It's a pity that this set is polite on the surface, and Wu Xuan doesn't intend to be polite.

"I'm not very satisfied. I came here with Liu Qing and Lin Huayuan this time. The Japanese and American things you Black Star are doing are all children's games. We gentlemen just play mahjong."

"Who knew, three missing one!"

He pointed at the 1, which was more affectionate and righteous than love.

He almost poked Zhao Chishen and said: One is missing, how about you make it up?

As a businessman, Zhao Chishen didn't mean to be knowledgeable at all, so he said, "Well, I'll contact you right away to make arrangements."

"What are the arrangements, Mr. Zhao, you go."

"No, no, I still have to patrol the field here."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao is looking down on us?"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Chishen's expression was not good, and his smile became colder and colder, "How is it possible, there is no such thing."

Wu Xuan: "Then go."

Yu Heng sat aside and watched the play seriously.

The guests who can go on a cruise are either rich or expensive, or competitive athletes.

The national essence of mahjong should be easy to find a match, but this President Wu insisted on pulling Zhao Chishen, seeing that Zhao Chishen didn't want to play cards with them, so he still dragged them away forcefully.

Enough for Yu Heng to use Zhao Chishen's rotten game skills to brainstorm a bloody battle to the end and lose everything.

Yu Heng was a little curious about the poker game that even local tyrants were afraid of.

Zhao Chishen was forcibly taken away by Wu Xuan, and Yu Heng followed leisurely.

After a while, they went from the open-air game hall to the crowded chess and card room.

Mahjong, Pai Gow, dice, poker, chess, and go are all available.

In addition to video games, these traditional ways of partying and having fun also existed at the Black Star [-]th Anniversary Game Conference.

Wu Xuan's table had obviously been fighting for a long time, and many people stood and chatted with the people waiting at the table.

From a distance, Yu Heng could feel the extraordinary identities of the small team from the well-dressed people at the table.

Zhao Chishen walked over and called out politely: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Lin."

Liu Qing touched the valuable red wine glass in his hand, "It turns out that Xiao Wu said to find the most suitable poker partner for us, and it is you."

Lin Huayuan smiled and pointed, "Chi Shen, sit down, I haven't seen you for a long time, this time we must have a good time."

"Who are these three?" Yu Heng urgently needed to know some big names in the game industry.

But the three poker players in front of them didn't look like video game players, but more like casino players.

"The director of Baihe Entertainment, the boss of Yuanliu Group, and Wu Xuan, an ignorant dog leg."

Zhao Chi cursed secretly, "Playing cards with them is the most annoying thing. It's too easy not to win, and too ugly not to lose."

"You wait, I won't serve you anymore, this time I will beat them no matter what I say, and make my negative score positive!"

Zhao Chishen spoke harshly, but lost really badly.

The first round was still only one step away from victory.

In the second game, the door was opened and the gun was fired. Yu Heng just wanted to applaud his tragic experience.

The third game just started to play cards, and immediately the three parties at the table took turns to talk.

"I touch."

"Bar."

"Bullshit!"

The mahjong table blossomed on three sides, Zhao Chishen's face was livid after losing, and he still kept smiling.

Just now, he played a naive threat routine for a mere -15. Now, after three rounds of mahjong, he is already the bottom of the standings.

Those who stood aside to watch the excitement were also outspoken in their chats.

"Young Master Zhao is really unlucky."

"Isn't his family a game maker? Why is he so bad at mahjong?"

"Black Star makes games. He is engaged in game trading. Taking advantage of his own industry, he followed suit to set up a secondary platform. How can his father have the skills."

"Look, it's all -30, it's too bad."

Zhao Chishen heard it clearly, pushed the card away, the politeness just now was completely gone, only arrogance remained.

"You won't join forces to be my card."

Wu Xuan sneered, and said slowly, "There's no gambling or whoring on this boat, so what are you doing playing cards? Mr. Zhao's family is all playing games, so you can't afford to lose like this."

"That's right." Liu Qing echoed, pushing the cards, "I'm unlucky, how can you blame us for being lucky?"

Lin Huayuan smiled and said, "Young man, you have to be calm. When your father started his business, he didn't change his face after losing 6000 million in Macau."

"Nephew, you've just lost a few points."

Yu Heng just looked at it for a while, and Zhao Chishen's loss was understandable.

Wu, Liu, and Lin have a harmonious playing style, and whoever plays the fourth player rashly will have to face the embarrassing situation of 1V3.

But in Yu Heng's eyes, it's not impossible to win.

In the final analysis, mahjong is a matter of probability. Counting and estimating cards can be done clearly, where the remaining cards are, and what is missing in the cards of the three parties.

It's a pity that Zhao Chishen played aggressively and couldn't hold his cards.

Like the game just lost, there is obviously a chance to win.

So, Yu Heng said directly: "If you don't shoot out the six cylinders just now, keep them in your hand and make them all in one color. There is a high probability that you can touch them yourself."

He spoke so confidently that the players at the poker table could hear him clearly.

"Touch yourself? It's that easy to say."

"Old Liu, is the six cylinder in your place? How could Zhao Chishen touch himself."

"I lost even if I lost, and you still talk about self-defeating, you are not an afterthought."

Not to mention that the people at the poker table didn't believe it, neither did Zhao Chishen.

To keep six cards for all games, it is necessary to ensure that the cards left in the hand are all cards, but there are not many three suits on the table, such as tubes, bars, and ten thousand, so it is very difficult to win a game of all games by eating other people's cards.

Where did Yu Heng get the confidence to say that he can easily draw cards by himself?

Zhao Chishen looked skeptical, confirming that he stretched out his hand and flipped through several cards in a row, and finally turned over six barrels.

With the other three not touching or messing around, he did have a chance to kill himself.

"sure."

Zhao Chi looked at Yu Heng deeply, from a boring King of Fighters master to a mahjong card counting master.

He lost three games in a row to King of Fighters and three games in mahjong, and his points loss was terrible.

Various media on the cruise ship sway from time to time, and anyone can clearly see——

The future heir of the Black Star Group suffered a crushing defeat and was at the bottom of the list.

He can lose, but he can't lose all the time.

Otherwise, the hot news of the day will help him fill up the mocking entries of "The youngest of the Black Star Game Empire is actually a gamer".

Zhao Chishen has always put interests first, weighing the pros and cons, he knows what choice to make.

"Three, I'm not as good as others, it's more interesting to let the stronger ones play with you." Zhao Chishen stood up, smiled kindly and gently, and gritted his teeth in anger.

He turned his head and said to Yu Heng in a low voice: "As long as you win against them, 100 million will be written off."

"So good?" Yu Heng smiled.

Zhao Chi was furious and furious, wishing to chop Wu Liulin all up, and said, "Not only that, after the 100 million, you can win 20 rounds, and there is no cap."

This is a cost of money, and I want to get back the lost face.

Okay, Yu Heng has no enmity with Qian.

He sat down with a smile, and the other three had no objections.

All of them are acquaintances present, and they all know that the three of them have routines and rules in playing cards, and whoever sits down will be a turtle in the urn, don't even think about living a good life.

Yu Heng looked young, and it was impossible for him to be their opponent.

Even Zhao Chishen, the eldest son of the Black Star Group, lost so badly.

Isn't it also a loss to change to an afterthought helper?

Each table has what it needs, and it is enjoyable.

The automatic mahjong table shuffled the cards, and when the dice stopped, Yu Heng glanced at them and smiled.

He gets the cards first.

Yu Heng stretched out his hand bluntly, "Good luck, I'll be the banker."

The number of the dice determines the start of Yu Heng's card.

He picked up the cards bluntly, his slender and white fingers slid across the emerald green cards, and the Great Wall piled up was neat and beautiful.

The trio at the poker table can be seen clearly.

is a master.

Wu Xuan narrowed his eyes, and said as if praising the junior: "This posture is not bad."

Without squinting, Yu Heng replied, "Haha, I got it from playing casually with my family during the Spring Festival."

The Quartet drew cards very quickly, and they all had a hint of competition in mind.

Zhao Chishen looked at the cards before he could figure it out, but Yu Heng swished twice, and it became three pairs!

Where is playing casually, it is simply full of luck, incredible.

Before he could express his shock and surprise, Yu Heng had quickly finished the fourteen cards for the banker.

The uniform cards were displayed in front of Zhao Chishen, and he felt an indescribable terror.

It was far more miraculous than Yu Heng winning the King of Fighters three rounds in a row!

The other three people sitting at the same table have not yet considered which card to play first and which strategy to adopt.

Then I heard Yu Heng's voice full of apology.

"Sorry, I'm lucky today." He pinched and pushed the card with his knuckle fingers, "Touch yourself."

Everyone looked over in amazement, fourteen cards fell down in front of Yu Heng.

This is not ordinary self-touching, but a one-in-a-billion probability——

Tianhu, all in one color!

The author has something to say:

Tianhu: generally refers to Tianhe.Tianhe, that is, Tianhu, is a form of winning cards in mahjong, which refers to the situation where the dealer uses the first 14 cards and cards drawn.Only the banker can achieve it, which is quite rare. According to calculations, the probability is about one in 30.

Tianhu Qingyise: In the probability of 30 in 14, all 0.000000022 cards are of one suit, for example, all are bobbins, all are all [-]D, and all are strips. The calculated probability is about [-]%, and the text is tens of billions One-tenth.

According to the law of the development of things, Yu Heng should have opened the door to a new world and embarked on the road of the God of Gamblers and the Gambler Fighting Macau Las Vegas. Unfortunately, this is a game production article, and Yu Heng's mission is to make games .