Super Shenhao system

Chapter 576
In order to show his attitude, that Mr. He was very determined to leave, but he didn't feel that the situation was right until their car drove out of the hotel.

When I left the hotel gate just now, I saw Zhang Le and others going upstairs with their luggage, and they didn't give them any winks at all. Now they have all driven out of the hotel, and they haven't expressed anything yet?
what does it mean?Really let them go like this?Do you really care?What Zhang Le said is true?
Don't you even have the slightest intention to keep him?

"Stop!" Mr. He couldn't bear it any longer. It's not impossible for him to leave, but he was worried that if he left like this, would someone else come to Zhang Le next.

He also knew about Zhang Le's whereabouts through some special channels, so why did he ask people to come over early and wait at the hotel? It was to prevent others from getting there first, and he wanted to negotiate terms with Zhang Le before others. He didn't know that Zhang Le didn't even talk to him at all.

Is it because you have already talked to someone else?
Or Zhang Le really has so much confidence in himself.

Regardless of the possibility, Mr. He felt that it was very necessary for him to speak clearly to Zhang Le. He didn't want to be stabbed in the back just as soon as he went out.

He has seen the fate of the living king, Zhang Le can make this living king burnt out, maybe he really has that ability, maybe Zhang Le took action against the living king, that is, considering the properties under the name of the living king?

Thinking of this, Mr. He couldn't sit still: "Turn around!"

Whether it is or not, he can't take the risk.

Back at the hotel, I asked Zhang Le's room number at the front desk, and Mr. He went straight to find someone.

Zhang Le's room is in the business suite on the 21st floor. Although Zhang Le has booked the entire hotel, everyone still lives in Building 18, basically living in rooms on the 22th-[-]nd floor.

Just as Zhang Le opened the suitcase at this moment, he heard a knock on the door, and he could guess who was coming without looking at him.

Opening the door, Zhang Le was not surprised when he saw that Mr. He and a bunch of bodyguards behind him. It was already his expectation that this Mr. He would run back, unless this Mr. He didn't want to be his number one.

"What, Lao He, forgot to take something?" Zhang Le pretended not to understand: "You forgot to take something to the hotel manager, why do you want me? I can't be the one who took your things."

Zhang Le said that he was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. He quickly pushed the door open: "Zhang Le, I want to have a good talk with you."

"Let's talk?" Zhang Le glanced at the bodyguards behind Mr. He.

Mr. He smiled awkwardly: "Just the two of us, let them wait outside."

"Okay! Then come in!" Zhang Le motioned for Mr. He to enter the room. Mr. He's bodyguards were still a little worried and wanted to stop him.

Mr. He said very calmly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen! Just wait outside."

Zhang Le glanced at the group of bodyguards, and closed the door with a bang.

Mr. He coughed twice: "They are my bodyguards, Mr. Zhang, don't be offended."

Zhang Le walked back to the sofa and sat down on his own, picked up the brand new deck of playing cards on the table: "Old He, do you want to play cards?"

Mr. He laughed: "I don't know much about it. The simplest thing is to play blackjack."

Zhang Le also smiled: "21 o'clock? Okay, the two of you are just playing casually."

After he finished speaking, he handed the playing cards to Mr. He: "You go first."

Mr. He took a look at the cards, shuffled them casually, and then put the cards on the table: "You are a guest, you draw first."

Zhang Le asked with a smile: "Mr. He, do you want to see how my skills are?"

Mr. He said very calmly: "I have always believed that gambling depends on luck."

"Luck? Do you really think so?" Zhang Le naturally understood the meaning of Mr. He's words. That Mr. He chose to cooperate with him because there was an element of gambling in it.

"Don't gambling rely on luck?" Mr. He said lightly: "Of course, some people like to cheat."

"Luck is also a part of strength." After Zhang Le finished speaking, he drew a card first. He glanced at it, and it was a 10 of spades.

Zhang Le put the cards on the table, signaling for Mr. He to draw.

Mr. He drew the cards but didn't look at them. He put them on the table and asked Zhang Le to continue drawing.

The second card Zhang Le drew was a 2 of diamonds. He put the card on the table. Mr. He looked at it and drew another card, but he got a 3 of diamonds.

Mr. He smiled: "Our cards are similar, but sometimes this is the difference. How about it, Mr. Zhang, do you want to continue?"

"I'll continue, will you follow?" Zhang Le asked.

"Of course I followed!" Mr. He said, he didn't look at the first card at all, but his face was full of confidence, the smile on his face seemed to have won the bet.

Zhang Le naturally knows that this man surnamed He must have some skills. Even if he is not as high as Huo Yanwang, he must be better than ordinary people. In country M, you don’t know how to play two hands, so you are ashamed to say that you are from country M up.

Zhang Le figured that if he took over, those people might have to show off his skills before they would be convinced.

Zhang Le drew the third card, a 9 of squares, exactly blackjack.

If he can't win with a bunch of props, then his system is useless, not to mention that he had made a wish before, that he would win every bet, so why can't he do that?

That Mr. He looked at the cards Zhang Le placed on the table, and drew another 5 of diamonds.

Zhang Le put his hand on the table: "I don't want it anymore."

Mr. He picked up his cards: "Then let's play the cards."

Zhang Le smiled, and drew out his hole cards. Adding up the three cards, it was exactly blackjack.

Mr. He only took one look, and his face changed.

Zhang Le said slowly: "Mr. He, you have three cards, a three, a five, and one more. How come you can't have 21 points? Why don't you draw one more card?"

Mr. He threw out his hole card, the jack of hearts.

"One more game!" Mr. He said.

"It's the same for a few more rounds! I'm lucky!" Zhang Le shuffled the cards and made a gesture of invitation.

Mr. He didn't speak, but silently took a card and buckled it.

Zhang Le also drew a hidden card, and said while drawing, "We should find someone to deal the cards."

Mr. He smiled lightly: "It's just for fun anyway, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Le looked at his own card, 7 of spades.

Mr. He has already drawn the second card. His card is very big, it is actually ten points.

Zhang Le didn't know what Mr. He's hidden card was. If it was a high-point card, maybe he wouldn't draw a third card.

(End of this chapter)