After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

The gambling game finally kicked off, and Fang Yuan felt as nervous as a string.

His eyes were wandering, sometimes looking at Tan Sanjiang beside him, sometimes looking at Song Yang opposite.

At this critical moment, he exchanged a look with Tan Sanjiao, gaining precious confidence and confirmation from it, as if they had a tacit understanding.

Fang Yuan calmed down and tried to make his voice sound more determined: "Let's do this, let's play traditional, we play mahjong, unlimited times. But the rule is that everyone must bring a partner."

As he spoke, he pointed to Tan Sanjiang beside him, "This is my partner tonight."

Tan Sanjiao nodded slightly as a greeting. There was a calmness and sophistication in his eyes, as if he was telling Song Yang that he was an opponent that should not be underestimated.

Fang Yuan continued, pretending to be generous and said: "You can call an expert to help you."

These words were both a challenge and a test, and he also wanted to deliberately provoke Song Yang to see how Song Yang would respond to his provocation.

Song Yang smiled contemptuously, glanced around the scene, and finally pointed at Xia Xiaoman casually: "It's her, come and play with me."

His tone was relaxed and domineering, as if this gamble was just a pastime for him.

Xia Xiaoman was slightly startled when his name was called, but quickly regained his composure.

She walked to Song Yang, ready to start this unexpected gamble.

From Song Yang's attitude, she felt deep contempt and indifference. This was not only a disregard for winning or losing, but also contempt for Fang Yuan and the entire gambling game.

When Fang Yuan saw this scene, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

He was both angry at Song Yang's arrogance and blamed himself for his nervousness.

The four people sat down respectively, and the atmosphere of the entire gambling game reached its peak at this moment.

Liu Yuehong, this beautiful and mysterious woman, was directing several of her men to bring over an extremely luxurious mahjong table.

The table was made of precious mahogany, with exquisite jade inlaid on it and intricate patterns carved around it, making it look both luxurious and majestic.

What is even more eye-catching is the hand-carved ivory mahjong.

There are carvings on the back of each mahjong stone, just like works of art. The fine carvings show various vivid scenes and characters, as if every detail is telling an ancient and mysterious story.

This mahjong set is not only priceless, but also a symbol of Song Yang's identity and status, revealing his extraordinary wealth.

The sound of shuffling cards echoed in the air, as if adding a tense atmosphere to the gambling game.

Song Yang seemed very unconcerned. He touched the mahjong casually without even looking at it.

His attitude seemed to say that this gamble was just a piece of cake for him, and whether he won or lost, it would not have any impact on his life.

The first game started, and Tan Sanjiao was surprisingly lucky.

He touched the cards skillfully, his eyes showing a sense of sophistication and calmness.

It didn't take long for him to play bad cards, all of them, right and wrong, a rare pair of good cards.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Tan Sanjia's victory meant that they had taken the first step to success.

He felt that his ambition seemed to be possible at this moment.

He looked at Song Yang, a trace of pride and provocation flashed in his eyes, as if to say: "Look, we are not that easy to deal with."

However, Song Yang just smiled faintly and said nothing.

His eyes were still calm and deep, as if this bet was just a game to him.

Fang Yuan, who won the next round, couldn't help but feel happy.

He looked at Song Yang with a provocative smile on his lips, as if he was already winning.

"Mr. Tallink, it seems that you are not very lucky today."

Fang Yuan deliberately lengthened his voice to show off his victory.

"I heard Chang Yan tell me, you are a master, why can't you beat me, a novice?"

Song Yang raised his head slightly and glanced at Fang Yuan, but did not speak. He just continued to shuffle and count the cards.

His movements were still calm and powerful, as if they were not affected by Fang Yuan's provocation.

Fang Yuan and Song Yang ignored him and became even more proud: "What? You stopped talking? Do you think you are destined to lose?"

Song Yang smiled softly, but still didn't speak.

He piled up the last card, then raised his head and looked at Fang Yuan: "The cards haven't been played yet, so it's not certain who will win and who will lose."

Fang Yuan curled his lips disdainfully: "Oh? Then you should show it to me. This is my first card, make a fortune. Make a fortune~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yuan put down the first card in his hand - a soft "pop" sound echoed throughout the room.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yang pushed down the cards in front of him with a wave of his hand: "Dihu."

Fang Yuan was stunned.

He stared blankly at the cards in front of Song Yang, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

All the money he and Tan Sanjiang won just now was lost at once.

"This...how is this possible?" Fang Yuan stammered.

Song Yang glanced at him indifferently: "What? You are only allowed to win, but I am not allowed to be ridiculous?"

Fang Yuan's face turned red and white, and he felt as if he had been slapped hard.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

Beads of sweat began to form on Tan Sanjiang's forehead. He stared closely at the cards in front of Song Yang, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He realized that he might really meet a master this time.

He turned to look at Fang Yuan and found that Fang Yuan's face had also turned pale, and he was obviously calmed down by Song Yang's hand.

Tan Sanjiang lowered his voice and said eagerly to Fang Yuan: "Master Fang, this guy is not simple, he is a real master. We must deal with it carefully and must not play cards randomly."

His tone revealed unprecedented solemnity and tension.

Fang Yuan nodded nervously, his hands began to tremble slightly, and even the mahjong in his hands began to tremble.

He felt that his throat had become extremely dry and he swallowed involuntarily.

He tried to calm down, but the tension in his heart couldn't go away.

Tan Sanjiao decided to play a trick, and he quickly played tricks on the cards. When shuffling the cards, he was already "sweating" on them.

With these markers, he can control who is dealt the cards and force the opponent to play cards.

He looked at his cards and felt ecstatic in his heart.

This deck of cards is simply a trick. As long as Song Yang plays any card, he will have a chance to make a trick.

However, just when he thought he was sure to win, Xia Xiaoman suddenly pushed down the cards in front of him and said easily: "Tianhu." Her tone was calm and natural, as if this was just an ordinary bet.

The scene was in uproar again. Everyone looked at the cards in front of Xia Xiaoman in shock. They were all in the east, west, east and west...each one was perfectly combined to form a perfect Tianhu.

This is unlimited!

This time, Tan Sanjiao was fooled!

Tan Sanjiao was stunned.

He stared at Xia Xiaoman blankly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

He had obviously tampered with the cards, so why could Xia Xiaoman still act so recklessly? This is simply impossible!

"How can this be?"

Tan Sanjiao seemed to have seen a ghost. Song Yang crossed his hands and looked at Tan Sanjiao leisurely and asked: "Friend, are you looking for death when Chu Qianchu comes to attack us?"

"you……"

Xia Xiaoman said with a look of disdain: "You only paid attention to my husband. You deliberately dealt the cards to him, and then forced him to play the cards to point out your bad luck. Why don't you pay more attention to me?"

"But...I didn't see you playing cards? How did you know? This is impossible!"

Song Yang and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, Liu Yuehong came up and said in a cold tone: "In our territory, you have to cut off your hands if you give a thousand!"