Super Treasure Bag

Chapter 515 Not good

After making this move, Shi Dali had obviously figured it out.

It is impossible for him to win, anyway, the cards will always be smaller than Biamu, why is there such a match?
If you are competing with children, you can also fool around.

But in the face of such a master, the extra movements seem boring.

Therefore, if you lose, you lose, which is only [-] million, and he can still afford to lose.

After rolling out the chips, Shi Dali was about to get up and leave after talking about what he needed to say, which made Yamu who was opposite him completely dumbfounded.

That's right, as a disciple of the American gambling king, he has seen all kinds of opponents, but it is the first time he has seen such a person without frowning, and then directly pushing out the chips.

"What are you doing? Are you kidding? Who do you look down on?"

As a disciple of the American gambling king, Yamu absolutely does not allow anyone to offend his dignity!

But no matter how he explained it, Shi Dali just looked down on him, and he didn't even look at himself while wearing sunglasses.

what is this?
Through the translator, Yamu immediately shouted, even quite excited.

Thus, Shi Dali was stopped.

"I said, no matter what, his cards are higher than mine. If he wins, what else?"

After this, Teacher Shi was not happy anymore.

Originally, I was very unlucky, and I was quite depressed, but I didn't agree to admit defeat. Is there something wrong?

Immediately, the translator next to him explained Shi Dali's meaning to Yamu.

After listening, Yamu showed a strange look in his eyes.

"How do you know the card must be smaller than mine?"

This question is really quite weird. In the final analysis, it is also because the [-] million chips are too much, so that this way of admitting defeat seems a bit incomprehensible.

"Where are there so many nonsense, if I say small, I must be small, don't you believe me?"

Being questioned like this made Shi Dali feel even worse.

Three hundred million, he is also reluctant, the most important thing is that Mo Yuqing's safety is related to winning or losing the game, if he can, he certainly wants to win the game.

But no way!

"You don't have to admit defeat. I'm the one who pays attention to convincing others. You say your cards are always lower than mine, right? I don't believe it yet. Let's reverse the rules. Whoever has the lower cards wins the game? How about it?" ?”

Seeing that Shi Dali was about to get up and leave again, Yamu suddenly made a sound.

When it comes to the disciples of the American gambling king, their courage is different. Translated with the words "convinced", Shi Dali was stunned.

"Did he really say that?"

Staring at the translator, Teacher Shi was still not sure.

"Yes, Mr. Yamu definitely means what he says, but it's a pity...you will lose to him no matter what, the rules don't matter."

The translator was also quite confident, and finally took the opportunity to criticize Shi Dali wholeheartedly.

After Shi Dali understood it, he suddenly grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"Haven't you tried this? Isn't it good? Why do I feel embarrassed..."

When he was in the waiting room before, Shi Dali had already tried it. Under the circumstances of bad luck, his cards must be the smallest, no doubt!
And in this case, if the rules of the game are changed, is it really possible to turn defeat into victory?

The more he pondered in his heart, the more Shi Dali felt that it was feasible.

But whether the result is like this or not, we still have to try it out to know.

"What a ridiculous guy, do you really think that you can beat me like this? Why do you know that the cards are always lower than me? Don't you know that I am Yamu, the disciple of the king of gambling?"

Seeing that Shi Dali really intended to agree to such a rule, Yamu smiled happily.

His arrogance is beyond doubt.

Especially participating in this gambling competition, he just wanted to get the final No. 1, and then severely slap the Chinese God of Gamblers in the face.

Therefore, the rules are not important, ability is his most confident trump card!

"That's fine, but don't regret it when you lose later, and don't say that I am invincible."

Feeling somewhat sympathetic, Shi Dali spoke to Yamu.

Through this exchange, he felt that this kid was pretty good, although he was a little careless, but... this is a good thing!
"Hehe, what an interesting, interesting Chinese."

Laughing, Yamu didn't understand where Shi Dali's self-confidence came from.

In this way, under the unanimous request of both of them, the organizer also agreed with them.

Whoever has the lower card wins!
In fact, the big guys have the same thoughts as Yamu. No matter what the rules become, Yamu cannot lose to Shi Dali. How can he say that he is the direct disciple of the American gambling king, and Shi Dali is such a little-known Boy, there is really no comparison.

Compared with this game, Wang Qi and Xue Pan on the other side basically attracted more than half of the audience's attention.

There is no way, the other positions are basically crushed, only here is evenly matched, plus the brothers from the same sect, and the Wang family and Xue family behind the tit-for-tat, so it is full of gimmicks, which naturally makes people look forward to it.

"This time, I will convince you to lose."

Staring at Wang Qi opposite, Xue Pan's emotions were completely mobilized.

For so many years, he has been chasing Wang Qi, just like the Xue family has been chasing the Wang family, but there is always a gap.

This time, they were able to have such an opportunity to compete on the same stage, and his mood can be said to be quite excited.

In comparison, Wang Qi is much calmer. After so many years of silence, he is very confident in his own strength.

Defeating Xue Pan is another proof, right?
"Come on, let me see your skills."

Lowering his voice, Wang Qi said.

And just like that, their game began.

Of course, the match between Shi Dali and Yamu also started.

"How would you like to play?"

Looking at Shi Dali, Yamu completely maintained the demeanor that the disciple of the American gambling king should have, so he asked first.

"How about this, it's better to be simpler, the two of us bet, and then draw cards, each draws a card, whoever has the lower card... Whoever wins?"

At the end, Shi Dali looked at Yamu seriously.

Having reached this point, he was also worried that Yamu would suddenly repent, which would not be fun at all.

"Hehe, it's quite interesting, let's start then."

Grinning, Yamu felt that Shi Dali was a clown.

No matter what, he will use his powerful strength to make the kid in front of him lose all his chips!

Almost as soon as his side agreed, Shi Dali immediately threw out the chips.

"Well, I'll bet ten yuan first, let's try it out."

Very nervous, Teacher Shi said.

It's just that this sentence made the corner of Yamu's mouth tremble.

In a game of [-] million yuan, the two sides will add up to [-] million yuan in funds.

This kid actually bet ten yuan?
(End of this chapter)