Tianting super system red envelope group

Chapter 153

"Hmph! I said I would give you the position of the God of Gamblers. I, Peng Fan, always keep my word when I talk to women, but I do my own thing. I don't know if two cards are missing. Hey! I'm still the Queen of Gamblers!"

After Imiya Noko was carried down, there was a large pool of water under where he was sitting. Peng Fan looked at it, shook his head and murmured to himself.

Broadcasting system: "Congratulations, the winner of this God of Gamblers Competition will finally be decided, and the God of Gamblers will be born, that is, Mr. Peng Fan!"

At this time, the radio rang, almost resounding throughout the casino in Las Vegas.

People could clearly hear that the new God of Gamblers was born, a young man from China named "Peng Fan!"

At this time, even some important people from Las Vegas Casino also ran out one after another to meet Peng Fan and congratulate him.

When Peng Fan imitated Chow Yun-fat in the movie, he opened the door and walked out of the casino with the same atmosphere.

Immediately, countless people blocked the door almost densely. Media and reporters from all over the world blocked the door with microphones, waiting to interview Peng Fan.

First of all, Peng Fan doesn't care about anything. There are countless people participating in this stone betting competition, and almost everyone has brought [-] million yuan. The money lost, Las Vegas, collects some taxes and management fees, and others, It's all Peng Fan's money. Peng Fan has become a real rich man all of a sudden. Even if he returns to China, his net worth can still be squeezed into the rich list.

Peng Fan ignored the reporter's interview and did not go out. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he wanted the money he deserved with some important people in the casino. There was no other way. Enter Peng Fan's account.

At this time, Peng Fan smiled and talked with other people. This is the God of Gamblers competition, and it is also a big event in Las Vegas. He said that he would give Peng Fan a celebration banquet. Tomorrow night, Peng Fan also agreed .

Then he went out and asked reporters to interview him.

Reporter: "Mr. Peng, you won the God of Gamblers Competition this time. How do you feel now?"

Peng Fan: "Ugh! The feeling I have now is the feeling of being an upstart."

Reporter: "God of Gamblers, I would like to ask, as the new God of Gamblers, do you think there is anyone in the world who can bet against you?"

Peng Fan: "Actually, I don't have any gambling skills. It's just that I was lucky enough to become the God of Gamblers. We have cameras monitoring the process of playing cards. If you don't believe me, watch the video. I didn't draw any cards in almost every hand. The seniors in the gambling world all let me go."

Hearing this, the crowd was in an uproar, and they all asked for the video to be released.

Reporter: "Mr. Peng, you are the God of Gamblers now, can you tell me about your future goals and feelings?"

"Before that...,"

Peng Fan babbled a lot, and the people below couldn't understand. Finally, a beautiful reporter couldn't help but ask.

Reporter: "God of Gamblers, which language do you speak? None of us can understand."

Peng Fan: "Sorry! My English is not very good, so I just speak Chinese."

Peng Fan explained awkwardly.

Reporter: "God of Gamblers, isn't that right! I can understand Chinese too."

At this time, the beautiful reporter asked Peng Fan in standard Chinese.

At this time, Peng Fan was extremely embarrassed and thought to himself: "You damn, will you interview me? Are you embarrassing me in front of the masses? You've offended me, the god of gamblers, and you're going to catch you!" Get up and be devastated."

Of course, Peng Fan did not say these words.

Peng Fan: "Sorry, what I just said was my hometown dialect, my hometown dialect."

At this moment, Peng Fan finally saw a Huaxia reporter holding a Penguin company microphone in his hand and speaking for Peng Fan.

Huaxia Reporter: "Don't be impatient, everyone. Our new God of Gamblers and I are both Chinese. The hometown dialect spoken by the God of Gamblers is our Chinese minority, an ancient culture that has been passed down for a long time."

At this time, many people asked Peng Fan to teach them to speak their native dialect. They expressed that they were very interested in Chinese civilization.

As the saying goes, pigs are afraid of getting fat, trees are afraid of peeling, and people are afraid of being famous. When these sentences are entangled, it is really a headache.

Fortunately, at this time in Las Vegas, a staff member came out and said that the time for the God of Gamblers interview had arrived, and then led Peng Fan to continue and return to the city.

In the gambling city, the room where the God of Gamblers sleeps is even more luxurious than the presidential suite. After all, just after a gambling match, everyone knows that in the God of Gamblers competition, they all use their abilities to fight, which hurts their mental strength and makes them very tired.

Therefore, a luxurious suite was prepared for Peng Fan, and outside the room, there were almost many bodyguards, three floors inside and three floors outside, guarding Peng Fan and standing guard for Peng Fan. When something happens, their Las Vegas casino is not easy to explain.

Peng Fan sat on the comfortable bed, looked at the few monkey hairs left in his hand, and sneered.

Then, Peng Fan called a bodyguard to come in.

"God of Gamblers, hello, what do you need?"

The bodyguard who was called in was a blond man, very tall, wearing a black suit, and looked very muscular.

"Las Vegas, there should be many killer mercenaries!"

Peng Fan asked.The bodyguard nodded after hearing Peng Fan's words, saying that there are many killer mercenaries.

"How much does it cost to assassinate a young man named Xin Yang in Huaxia?"

Peng Fan asked.

"God of Gamblers, please wait a moment. I'll call the Killer Mercenary Group to check the information behind the young man you mentioned, and then decide how much it is worth."

After that, the bodyguard named Paul went out and came back less than a stick of incense later, telling Peng Fan that it would cost three hundred dollars to kill Xin Yang.

Without even thinking about it, Peng Fan placed the order directly in the killer world.

Peng Fan is such a person, and anyone who wants to have ulterior motives against him will definitely not stay.

In fact, killing Xin Yang, it would be easy for Peng Fan to do it himself. However, Peng Fan was too lazy to do it.

Now it's abroad, wouldn't it be better to let foreign killer mercenary groups do it?

Peng Fan took a shower and was just about to go to bed when someone knocked on the door and an old Chinese man came in. Peng Fan knew this old Chinese Toutuo man. Illusion, the hunchbacked old man who rescued himself.

As soon as the hunchbacked old man entered the room and closed the door, he first took out a token. Peng Fan took a look and found that it was very familiar. It was the official token of an ordinary disciple of the Human Patrol Alliance.

Similarly, Peng Fan also took out the token that was given to him in ancient times, the Human World Patrol Alliance Keqing token.

"So it is, Elder Ke Qing, the disciple pays a visit to the elder!"

After seeing Peng Fan's token, he also knew Peng Fan's identity, so he quickly worshiped and met the Taoist priest.

"You don't need to be too polite, I'm just a guest of the Human Patrol League. Besides, this is a foreign country, so there is no need to show those courtesy."

　Unknowingly, in a blink of an eye, this book has reached 40 words. Thank you for your company all the way, hard care and growth. The author is here, and I am very touched. Although I have nothing to repay you, I will try my best to write a good book. Things that make you look cool and comfortable.

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