While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 240 Meet Again
Faced with the mixed-race man's proposal, Song He couldn't say all the excuses for refusing because of Ma Fei's existence, so he could only pretend to be excited and nodded in agreement.

The rest of the gamblers at the same table also regarded the two as acquaintances, and glanced at them with hostility, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Ma Fei on the side lamented Song He's good luck, and uncontrollably felt a little jealous, hoping that he could also get the attention of the mixed-race man.

Fortunately, he always kept Liu Yaozong's advice in mind, and coupled with the tragic end of the croupier, he didn't dare to do anything unnecessary, just watched quietly.

The mixed-race man didn't care about Ma Fei's attitude, and chatted with Song He casually from time to time.

However, to Song He's ears, every word of the mixed-race man had a purpose, and the hidden temptations and language traps in these small-talk conversations were by no means something ordinary people could do.

However, Song He, who was in a passive situation for the first time because of a human design problem, didn't panic, and thought: Anyway, it's just a skin thing, at worst, just put another one inside it.

Besides, do you think you can easily take off my first skin?
After thinking about it, Song He chatted with the mixed-race man casually, seemingly casually, but carefully resolved all the temptations and traps in the topic.

It's just that when placing bets, his gambling style is still the cautious and uninteresting style of yesterday, and all the gamblers at the same table figured out his routine in the blink of an eye.

But this time the mixed-race man didn't feel bored. Instead, it was a bit like encountering an interesting puzzle game. While inducing the gamblers at the same table, he paid attention to Song He's every move.

Soon, because of his simple and boring gambling style, Song He was ignored by all the gamblers at the gambling table and gradually turned into an inconspicuous little transparent person.

On the other hand, the mixed-race man, no matter whether the cards he gets is good or bad, there is always a way to make the rest of the gamblers fall into the trap invisible and make himself invincible.

In this way, an hour passed quickly, and the gamblers at the poker table lost their chips to the mixed-race man one after another, quitting the game one after another.

And their frustrated or annoyed expressions also gave the mixed-race man some fun.

As for Ma Fei, who thought he was the most sensible person at the gambling table, after rejecting Song He's hinted invitation to kill the mixed-race man for the fifth time, he finally lost his last chip and had to withdraw from the game.

And when Ma Fei was hesitating whether to watch the battle beside Song He, the mixed-race man smiled and glanced at him.

Ma Fei was taken aback, and felt a cold gleam in the half-race man's smiling eyes.

So he quickly gestured to Song He that he had something to do, and left quickly with two bodyguards who didn't know why.

"Actually, if the two of you work together, maybe I can be happier, but it's a pity that he is too timid."

The mixed-race man looked at Song He with a smile, and said without hesitation about Song He and Ma Fei teaming up to kill customers.

However, neither the croupier presiding over the game nor the loyal uncle standing behind the mixed-race man showed any reaction. It seemed that what the mixed-race man said was a very normal topic.

On the contrary, Song He, who was the person involved, shrank his head, and panic flashed in the corner of his eyes: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The mixed-race man said indifferently: "If you still play like yesterday, I'm afraid you will lose everything again soon."

There was a trace of struggle and heartache in Song He's eyes, and then he discarded the not-so-good cards in his hand, and said firmly: "Anyway, you promised to win half of me, and besides, I may not necessarily lose."

The mixed-race man felt Song He's same betting method and gambling style as yesterday, and seemed to understand something in his mind, and slowly waved his hand to the croupier.

The croupier was taken aback, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something terrible, the blood on his face blinked away.

The mixed-race man looked at it and said with a smile: "Are you scared? Go, you did a good job today, no one will make things difficult for you."

The croupier heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing this, Song He immediately understood what might have happened to the dealer yesterday and the role Ma Fei played in it!

Trying hard to control his expression, Song He understood in an instant that the sentence "No one is embarrassing you" in the mouth of the mixed-race man has already pointed out who is embarrassing the dealer!

Maintaining the astonished expression on his face, Song He saw Uncle Zhong walk up to the dealer's position again and took over the task of dealing cards.

The mixed-race man took a look at the cards, and asked with interest: "The people you are worried about are gone, do you want to continue betting like this?"

Song He asked with doubts on his face: "People I'm jealous of? What do you mean?"

"Still hiding?" The curiosity on the mixed-race man's face became more and more obvious: "What are you still worried about? Surveillance? Recording? Or are you afraid that I will speak out?"

"But the more you hide like this, the bigger the secret behind you, don't you know?"

"What are you talking about?" The puzzled expression on Song He's face became more and more obvious. He frowned and glanced at Uncle Zhong who looked normal, looked at the mixed-race man and said, "I said, what exactly do you want to say?"

The mixed-race man looked at Song He who was pretending to be stupid, and continued: "During the chat just now, you actually avoided all my language traps, which in itself speaks for itself."

"It seems that you must continue to say these strange words, as you like." Song He shrugged and shook his head, looked at his hole cards, and thought: You found out so quickly?I still underestimated you a bit.

The mixed-race man ignored Song He's words, grabbed a handful of chips from the stack and threw them on the gaming table, saying, "Actually, you also know that it's useless to pretend to be stupid in front of me, right?"

"Maybe, I can remind the brothers of the Liu family to check your details?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song He with implicit expectation, as if he was playing a puzzle game, trying to find some clues.

"You wouldn't do that."

The sudden sound made the mixed-race man startled, but he didn't see Song He speak, and even his expression was the same as before, but this time there was more indifference on his face.

It seemed that no matter what he said, Song He would never talk to him again.

Uncle Zhong, who was standing at the croupier's position, was also a little surprised, but found that the mixed-race man laughed suddenly, looked at Song He with unusually bright eyes, and asked softly with his mouth covered: "It's ventriloquist, right? You know ventriloquist!"

"That's right. It's a simple trick, but it's very practical."

Song He's deep ventriloquist sounded again, but the meaning conveyed had nothing to do with the slightly irritable expression on his face.

The mixed-race man suddenly found it very interesting. This novel experience made him temporarily forget his physical weakness, and asked curiously, "Why do you say I won't tell the Liu brothers?"

Song He pursed his lips a little uneasy, and then said without moving his lips: "Puzzle solving games are only interesting if you solve them yourself, isn't it?"

The mixed-race man nodded slightly, with a wider smile on his face: "I really wouldn't take the initiative to tell them, but why are you so sure that they won't come to me for verification?"

Song He scratched his head impatiently, but his voice was extremely calm: "I bet they dare not ask you for proof."

"Gambling?" The mixed-race man was slightly surprised.

(End of this chapter)