Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou held two Joker cards in his hand, imitating Jiang Fang's example, slowly scrubbing them in his palms.

The two cards handed over by Jiang Fang made him intuitively feel the thickness of the cards.

And Jiang Fang's full display just now made Nan Zhou remember what a new set of cards looked like and how they were arranged.

Even if a deck of cards is added, it will be the same for Nan Zhou.

As he said, Jiang Fang steadily took out an Ace of Hearts and spread it on the table.

He whistled softly.

Nan Zhou touched the back of his neck, feeling the urge to shake him like he was catching a little fox, but in the end, he lowered his hand obediently and wiped his pants with his index finger and thumb. stitches.

The redness severely burned Jiang Zhengping's eyes.

His face turned pale: "...you violated the rules!"

"Why?" Nan Zhou asked with a good attitude.

"People outside this game cannot interfere with the game!"

Nan Zhou said: "From the time you interrupted just now, I thought you had tacitly allowed anyone to interfere in the game."

Nan Zhou said, "Otherwise what were you doing just now?"

Jiang Zhengping was immediately silenced.

Jiang Fang tugged at the hem of Nan Zhou's windbreaker, folded his palms together again, and bowed to him with a smile, beckoning him to help him choose the next card.

This time, Nan Zhou was silent for a while.

Jiang Fang didn't urge him, but just waited with a smile, which was a gesture of 100% trust.

Nan Zhou lived up to his expectations and gave the answer: "Try the 16th one."

When Jiang Fang pressed the 16th card in his hand, Jiang Zhengping pressed the other end of the card one step ahead of him.

Jiang Fang pressed his knuckles against the corner of the card to prevent him from stealing and changing cards: "What's wrong? Mr. Jiang, the rules need to be revised again."

Jiang Zhengping remained silent, but pressed the edge of the card even harder, as if it was his last straw.

In just a few moments, Jiang Zhengping was already standing on the edge of darkness.

The most frightening thing is that he doesn't know whether the bottomless abyss is ahead or behind.

Should I take a step forward, or take a step back?

Or, no matter the front or back, it is full of abyss?

He fixedly stared at Nan Zhou, and said hoarsely, "How did you do it?"

Nanzhou didn't quite know how he did it.

His brain has a peculiar structure, especially sensitive to paper.

He already knew the order of the cards and the thickness of the cards in advance, so he naturally built a three-dimensional model similar to a book in his mind.

Dai Xuelin's action of shuffling the cards is equivalent to tearing apart the book, and constantly correcting the position of the cards. Of course, he remembers where each page went.

Unless it is Jiang Fang's high-speed shuffling that is completely close to the limit of the human body, it will interfere with his modeling speed.

Nan Zhou replied in a general way: "It's very simple."

With that said, he looked at Dai Xuelin again: "The speed at which you cut cards is also..."

When he noticed that Dai Xuelin's complexion was close to livid, and he looked like he would suffocate and faint at any time, considering that he might be needed in the next game, he considered his tone and said politely, "Not soon."

Jiang Fang burst out laughing.

In fact, Jiang Zhengping didn't really want to know how Nanzhou did it.

He just wanted to buy himself a little more time to think.

Blackjack counting cards has never violated the rules.

As an outsider, he also intervened to interfere with the gambling game, and he did not criticize Nanzhou's behavior at all.

On the bet, he can still make an opinion.

Previously, it was stipulated that the maximum bet for each round was 10 points. Jiang Fang directly shouted 10 points this time. Adding the 1 he won earlier, it already exceeded the upper limit.

But even if Jiang Fang deducted 1 bets, the comparison of 9 points and 10 points would be fatal to Dai Xuelin, who is the banker.

He had lost so much in the previous games that he couldn't afford such a high bet!

Jiang Zhengping was startled when he suddenly felt a burning pain in the back of his finger.

Taking advantage of his instinctive retreat, Jiang Fang took back the 16th card while taking back the hook.

Spades 10+ Hearts A, a pair of standard "Black Jack".

With his index finger, he lightly flicked the edge of the two cards standing side by side, raised his eyes, and looked at Dai Xuelin, who was already facing golden paper, and the pitiful "2" in front of him.

In any case, he couldn't get a bigger card than "Blackjack".

Jiang Fang didn't say anything yet, Dai Xuelin's stomach seemed to be grabbed by a giant hand, and after a burst of sharp pain, he roared violently.

His trembling knees slammed back against the chair in a panic, and before he had time to retreat, he vomited on the floor with a wow.

Wen Jiasheng and Dai Xuebin beside him stood in surprise.

On the entire poker table, only the victor Jiang Fang remained motionless as a mountain, still sitting firmly in place.

Because of excessive nervousness, Dai Xuelin vomited a blank mind. When he straightened up, he looked through his hazy eyes, and felt that the world was deforming, soft as snakes, one after another, and the carpet and table in front of him had all changed their shapes and bumped. Twisting and bulging, sinking, gradually wrapping him in the middle, kneading and pressing like dough.

His fingertips tightened on the crack of the table, his fingertips were bloodshot, and he didn't realize it: "I...can't pay..."

Jiang Fang had already thrown his own cards back into the pile, gathered all the cards on the table together, grasped them with one hand with his left hand, and ejected them one by one from his left hand to his right.

The speed is stuck to the heartbeat of Dai Xuelin on the opposite side, one beat, another beat.

Dai Xuelin muttered: "I don't have 10 points..."

Jiang Fang put on a negotiable posture: "9 is fine."

Dai Xuelin almost buried his head in his chest, repeating mechanically: "No..."

Jiang Fang's smile did not change, and he proposed in a light tone: "Don't you still have hands and feet?"

Dai Xuelin's mouth moved slightly, and he seemed to want to vomit, but unfortunately his stomach was empty, and there was nothing to vomit.

Jiang Fang looked at him as if weighing a piece of pig hanging on a meat rack: "...According to the previous valuation, the hands and feet are worth 4 points in total, and the heart is worth 5, which is exactly 9."

Jiang Zhengping was startled, and goosebumps were densely crawling up his back, and the logic chain in his brain was also connected link by link.

This man is so vicious that he seems to have calculated it!

From the moment he entered the casino, Jiang Fang never planned to play chance with them.

Previously, he showed his abilities unreservedly, one is to win, and the other is to let them notice the loopholes in the rules as soon as possible, and lure them to revise the rules.

Then, he can take this as a threat, take the opportunity to add the rules he wants, take advantage of their psychology of winning and seeking a comeback, and then, when it is the turn of Dai Xuelin, a player who has almost run out of points, to realize this absolute one-hit must kill!

9 points, no more, no less, just enough to buy the life of the desperate Dai Xuelin.

Jiang Fang continued to speak in a persuasive and persuasive tone, "Oh, it seems to be just right."

Hearing Jiang Fang's words, Dai Xuelin's nose felt sore and hot, which made him dizzy.

Before, he was willing to be a hand and a foot because he thought he still had the possibility of winning.

Hands and feet are just chips for a comeback.

He didn't panic until there was a real possibility of losing limbs or even his heart.

If he died because he voluntarily made a deal with others, he would truly become data garbage in the recycle bin just like Tang Song!

All kinds of uncertainties made him soften his hands and feet, and he fell on the chair. After a long time, he grabbed Wen Jiasheng, who was dazed beside him, and pulled him back alive.

Dai Xuelin's voice was inaudible: "Lend me..."

Wen Jiasheng was also in panic, unable to respond for a while: "Huh?"

"Lend me!" Dai Xuelin shouted like thunder, "Lend me points! I don't want to die!"

Wen Jiasheng was baffled by the yelling, and instinctively wanted to brush his hands away, but found that those hands were like steel, unshakable.

Dai Xuelin said angrily: "You agreed to their bullshit rules first! If you agreed, you have to be responsible! We are one, aren't we? Our points should be used together!"

Wen Jiasheng's shirt was stained by Dai Xuelin's vomit-stained hands. He felt nauseated, and his expression became more disgusted and indifferent: "I agreed, but you also agreed!"

Seeing Wen Jiasheng's unwillingness to borrow money, Dai Xuelin became more flustered: "Aren't you 'like a dream' now? Don't you want to win?! If I die, how can I win?"

Wen Jiasheng is also suffering and can't tell.

"Game of Kings" has ruined their 5 points.

If they obediently delivered the 9 points, what chance would they have to win?

Dai Xuelin is dead, Gao Wei can still try to send in new people.

When the points are exhausted, they are completely finished.

Could it be that they really want to be like desperate gamblers, gambling with the Dai brothers and failing?

Seeing that Wen Jiasheng was silent, Dai Xuelin rushed towards Dai Xuebin, begging tearfully: "Brother! Brother!"

Dai Xuebin is also full of despair, helpless.

Even if they add up and use all their limbs as human beings, it will only be 8.

Dai Xuelin soon realized this, and circled around twice like a trapped beast, his eyes fixed on Qu Jinsha at the side, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"His bettor!" He suddenly pointed at Qu Jinsha, "His legs and hands are also worth 4 yuan, aren't they?! And his heart—"

Qu Jinsha turned cold.

But it was only for a moment.

Because Jiang Fang's voice sounded quite calmly: "No, I don't want his."

He was not in a hurry at all, and even with a gentle smile, he ruthlessly destroyed Dai Xuelin's last spiritual pillar: "I want yours."

Thinking of his own future, Young Master Dai finally had a nervous breakdown and blurted out, "I'm not playing anymore!"

At this moment, he put all the roar of the strategy team behind his ears.

It doesn't matter if he wins or not!None of his business!

Why should he obediently die and wait for a newcomer to fill his place?

He wants to quit, admit defeat, and go home!

"Oh~" Jiang Fang stroked his lower lip, "One of the representatives of 'Ru Meng' said that he stopped playing."

He looked at Qu Jinsha: "Boss Qu, what do you say?"

Qu Jinsha transformed the cold face of the arhat into a Buddha-like smile: "I would like to admit defeat, I have always had such a rule here."

Wen Jiasheng's face changed drastically, and he grabbed Dai Xuelin who was about to back away: "Hey! Are you crazy?"

Jiang Zhengping also grabbed him. Even though he knew in his heart that Jiang Fang's plot had succeeded, he still refused to let the chaos continue like this: "Don't—"

The next second, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his cheek, as if someone had slapped him lightly.

An ace of hearts slipped from his cheek and landed on his toes.

At the same time, the ace of spades hit Wen Jiasheng's face.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a grass A also hit Dai Xuelin's eyes.

He let out an "ah" in pain, covered his eyes and bent down.

Jiang Fang raised the card in his palm, pointed it at Dai Xuebin's face, held it slightly with his fingertips, and flicked out a square A, which also hit Dai Xuebin's right cheek, leaving a red mark.

After hitting the faces of four people with four cards, Jiang Fang looked at the farce coldly, and for the first time restrained his smile: "I said, I didn't agree with you to admit defeat, did I?"

"No one is allowed to admit defeat, keep playing for me."