While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 237
The mixed-race man ignored Song He's excuse and asked curiously: "How did you find out that there was something wrong with that dealer?"

Song Hewenyan's heart trembled, but he controlled his facial muscles with strong control, and forced a very natural expression of surprise: "There is a problem with the dealer? Is it impossible? That is a taboo in casinos!"

The mixed-race man was a little puzzled by Song He's real performance, but the curiosity in his eyes became more intense: "You really don't know? Didn't you escape in time because you discovered the dealer's problem?"

Song He seemed to be under the pressure of the mixed-race man, leaned back slightly, looked around and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, if you say there is something wrong with the croupier in the casino, be careful that they will kick you out."

The mixed-race man tilted his head to look at Song He, and said with a smile, "You actually wanted to kill those people just now, didn't you?"

Song He immediately acted like he had been exposed, and said angrily: "Is this your first time in the casino? This kind of thing is something you see through but don't tell!"

"Let's play a few games." The mixed-race man pointed at the gambling table and said, "If you promise me, you will not only keep the secret, but also win a lot of money from me."

Song He showed a tangled face, and seemed to want to agree, but asked with some worry: "You are so good, what should I do if I lose, I won so much money with great difficulty."

"Isn't there a way to lose and win in gambling? It's no fun just thinking about winning." The mixed-race man said with a smile, "Well, if you lose, how about I only need half of your chips?"

"That's fine." Song He heard a relaxed smile, and then asked: "By the way, there are so many people in the casino, why did you come to me to bet?"

The mixed-race man said with some seriousness: "In the gambling game just now, you are the only one who is not under my control."

"Huh? Control?" Song He used a confused tone to cover up his inner shock. While re-evaluating the mixed-race man in his heart, he frowned and said, "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

The mixed-race man seemed unwilling to explain further, and said calmly, "It's nothing, as long as you know that you have a chance to win a lot of money from me."

"Okay." Song He shrugged, telling himself over and over again in his heart: My person in the casino is a clever and straightforward young man...

The mixed-race man naturally didn't know that Song Hezheng was thinking about making a person, and when he saw that Song Hezheng was about to call the croupier, he stopped him and said, "You don't need to call the croupier, Uncle Zhong just deals the cards."

Song He was taken aback, nodded and sat back to his seat, looking at Uncle Zhong who was wearing a casual suit.

After Uncle Zhong placed the chip box in front of the mixed-race man, he walked to the croupier's place and stood still, took out a deck of poker from his pocket, opened it, and shuffled and dealt the cards very skillfully.

Song He picked up the card, glanced at it and quickly put it down, then looked at the mixed-race man who was looking at the card, and easily saw the hole card in the reflection of the opponent's pupil with his super vision.

At the same time, Song He's brain was running fast, but what he was thinking about had nothing to do with the poker game, but a series of changes after the mixed-race man appeared in the casino.

"The croupier knows him, and even offered to help him, but he looks like he chose a random table. That means no matter which table he chooses, the croupier will create convenience for him."

"Since there is a lot of good and evil in the casino, it is inevitable that someone will see through the croupier's tricks and make all the croupiers help him at the risk of being discovered. His status is definitely not ordinary."

"Before he came, it seems that many dealers have changed shifts. I am afraid that these people who have been replaced are dedicated to serving him."

"However, why did the croupier feel entangled and hesitant when he was doing tricks just now? Could it be that this business is also forced to helplessness? But he seemed very happy in the next few rounds, which means that the croupier is willing to help him. But you are hesitant to help?"

"Looking at his current appearance, he obviously doesn't want the croupier to help him manipulate the game, and he drags me who is not under his control to play with him, which shows that he doesn't like things that can predict the outcome."

"On the whole, this is a person who has a bad taste, likes challenges, is rich and powerful, does not give up until he achieves his goals, and does not follow the rules."

Thinking with all his strength, Song Heyu figured out many joints in the blink of an eye, and his mind was as clear as a mirror: "It seems that my behavior of getting rid of his control by accident just now attracted his attention, and then he stared at me so hard. .”

"Since the behind-the-scenes boss of this casino deliberately pleases him, it means that their relationship is unusual. Therefore, it is difficult to guarantee that this person will have any connection with Ma Fei, so my character design will not collapse."

At this time, Song He became more determined about the idea of ​​the concave character design, a trace of caution naturally appeared on his face, and he chose to discard the card after a little testing in the first round.

The mixed-race man turned away from the carelessness he had when playing stud. He took a serious look at Song He's expression before putting his chips back in front of him.

So again and again, Song He bets extremely cautiously every time. If the cards in the public board area cannot match his hole cards, he would rather give up the bet than take the risk of being counter-killed.

Facing Song He's cautiousness, the mixed-race man's response was quite targeted, making big bets one after another to devour Song He's small bets.

And when Song He made a big bet, he quickly gave up and folded. As a result, Song He won very few chips every time, and soon couldn't make ends meet.

Half an hour later, Song He looked at his chips and scratched his head anxiously, as if thinking about whether to fold.

The mixed-race man on the opposite side was already a little tired at this time, and he was quite bored with Song He's routine, and his interest in it was greatly reduced.

However, he was still a little puzzled: Is it really the lucky one who escaped from me because of being cautious and stingy?

"How about this, let's divide our respective bets into three parts, and bet on each blind card for three rounds. Winning or losing depends on luck, how about it?"

The mixed-race man couldn't hide his fatigue and leaned on the chair. After speaking, he waited for Song He's reply.

Song He was taken aback, looking at the only dozen or so thousand-yuan chips in front of him, and the other party's box full of chips of various colors, he really couldn't think of any reason to refuse with his current person, so he nodded repeatedly: "Don't you Sorry!"

The mixed-race man smiled and signaled Uncle Zhong to deal the cards.

Soon, Song He and the mixed-race man each held three cards in front of them, and they opened them one by one.

"Haha, that's what makes it interesting."

The mixed-race man laughed, stood up and took Uncle Zhong away from the gaming table, leaving all the chips on the gaming table without a care in the world.

Song He also had an expression of disbelief, as if he was so shocked by the surprise in front of him that he didn't know how to react.It took him a while to react, he waved his hands excitedly, then hurriedly stuffed the chips into the box, hugged the box and ran away.

And on the gambling table behind him, Song He's three cards were all bigger than the mixed-race man's!

Back in the guest room, Song He put down the chip box with a solemn expression, recalling the few people who had been standing on the second floor staring at the gaming table not long after the game started, and suddenly found that apart from the familiar Ma Fei and the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man who had appeared once, In addition, there are two men who look similar to the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

At that time, he didn't think about it, but when he returned to the guest room, he could clearly see the expressions of these four people.

"Afraid? Afraid?" Song He frowned and thought: "It can't be because of me. Are you afraid of him?"

(End of this chapter)