The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Yes, that's him—Haojiang gambling sage Liu Qiming!" Mashan said loudly.

Liu Qiming's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he heard this word.

In the past, there were only gambling kings in Haojiang, but never gambling saints.

The title of Gambling King only belongs to one person - He Jiachang.

The others, whether Cai Hezhong or Ederson, are at most called Thousand Kings to show their superb gambling skills, and no one has ever been called a gambling king.

As for titles such as the Saint of Gamblers and the God of Gamblers, they can only be found in movies and TV series.

Gambling is, after all, a mortal skill. Who can call it a god or a saint?

But now Ma Shan actually put this big hat on Liu Qiming's head. Liu Qiming suddenly felt a lot of pressure, but there was an uncontrollable passion and impulse in his heart.

He recalled the bet with Father Stephen that related to the fate of Haojiang.

On that occasion, he miraculously rolled twenty sixes.

He was supposed to win, but the dice shattered bizarrely.

He knew that Stephen used extraordinary means, but he couldn't prove it.

Today, with Mr. Ma here, I am no longer afraid of the evil tricks of these foreign devils.

Liu Qiming's confidence increased greatly.

As for the hands...

He glanced at his hands.

So what if it breaks?

Gambling is not just about hands.

He still has eyes, ears, and a brain.

The most important thing is faith!

Liu Qiming's face flushed, and his eyes glowed.

Ma Shan was behind him and could not see but could feel his changes.

Mike laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Mistma, don't be kidding, I wouldn't gamble with a disabled person, just like I wouldn't sit at the same table with a dog to eat."

His words elicited a lot of chuckles.

Ma Shan's face sank and he said to Zheng Jiahao behind him: "Go and buy two pork chop buns."

Zheng Jiahao understood immediately and ran out quickly.

He was very familiar with this area and came back soon.

In addition to the pork chop buns, he even moved the small table at the snack stall.

People looked puzzled, but Ma Shan smiled. He knew that Zheng Jiahao had completely understood what he meant.

I saw Zheng Jiahao spreading the table at the gate of Yinsha, placing two pork chop buns on the table, then walked into the crowd, and took the puppy from the arms of the noble lady.

The noble lady was frightened and tried to snatch her child back, but her man held her tightly.

"You want to die!" the man said angrily, lowering his voice.

Zheng Jiahao carried the screaming and struggling puppy to the table.

As soon as the puppy saw the pork chop buns, he immediately became quiet, blew his nose, and licked his lips for a long time.

Ma Shan suddenly dodged, arrived in front of Mike, and grabbed Mike's neck.

Mike, who was tall and powerful, was lifted up like a chicken by Mashan.

The heavily armed bodyguard next to him reacted immediately and pointed his gun at Ma Shan.

With just a casual backhand sweep by Ma Shan, those firearms turned into crooked and inferior toys, clattering to the ground.

However, these bodyguards are professionals after all and have extremely high quality. Although an unexpected incident occurred that they thought was unbelievable, they responded immediately, took out their daggers and sabers, and made an offensive stance.

Mashan raised his legs and stamped his feet on the ground.

A shock wave exploded within a reasonable range. With one blast, all the militants were blown up. They fell to the ground and fell apart. They groaned and could no longer get up.

The matter was over before most people could even react.

People looked on in shock, not daring to make a sound.

Mashan grabbed Mike to the table, pushed his head down, his face was pressed against the table, and the pork chop bun was right next to his mouth.

Opposite is the little dog, holding a pork chop bun and eating happily.

"Eat." Mashan said.

"NO!" Mike yelled.

"Then I can only turn you into a pork chop."

Ma Shan put more force on his hands, and Mike's bones made a rattling sound.

"Ah - I eat! I eat!"

Mike opened his mouth wide and took a bite of the pork chop bun.

Mashan let go of him.

Mike thought it was over.

But Mashan said: "After eating."

Mike glanced at the toy knives and guns on the ground behind him and the wailing men. He stopped resisting and just said to Ma Shan bitterly: "You will regret it!"

Then he ate the pork chop bun obediently.

Someone in the crowd laughed.

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon the whole room was roaring with laughter.

People relaxed, some began to take out their mobile phones to film, and some even started broadcasting.

So, the whole world saw this scene——

Mike, the manager of Yinsha, was eating pork chop buns with a dog like a dog at the gate of Yinsha.

"What the hell, what happened?" This was everyone's question.

When people finally figured out the truth of the matter, the premiere room cheered, flowers were flying, lollipops were raining, there were more yachts than Haojiang Pier, and rockets were as gorgeous as New Year's fireworks...

"Master Ma is back, drive the white dog out of Haojiang!"

"The Gambler!"

"The Gambler!"

"The Gambler!"

……

These two words were not only words that flooded the screen in the premiere room, but also became cheers at the door of Yinsha.

At this time, the surrounding wealthy families and aristocratic families took notice of the news. Groups of luxury cars drove out from Xiangjiang, Shencheng, Zhucheng, Yangcheng and other places and converged on the express roads entering Haojiang, forming a magnificent traffic flow.

……

After Mike finished eating, Ma Shan said, "How is it, Mist Mike, how does it taste?"

Mike stood up awkwardly, with a bit of resentment on his face, but he didn't dare to show dissatisfaction. He stepped aside and said, "Okay, I promise to bet with him. Please go to the VIP room upstairs."

But Ma Shan shook his head: "No, we won't bet with someone who eats at the same table with a dog!"

The people in the square burst into laughter.

Mike's face turned as red as cooked pork liver, and his whole body was shaking with anger: "What do you want?"

"Call your boss." Mashan said proudly.

Mike hesitated and said, "Wait a minute."

He took out his cell phone, dialed someone's number and reported it in English.

But the person on the other end of the phone obviously already knew what happened here. Before he said a few words, he lowered his head and listened obediently to the scolding on the phone.

After a while, he hung up the phone and his face became even more ugly.

"Ma...Mr. Ma, Mr. Elber has ordered you to wait in the VIP room inside. He will be there soon."

Ma Shan nodded and pushed Liu Qiming in the wheelchair into the gate of Yinsha.

The crowd of onlookers also poured in.

However, most of them could not enter the VIP room and could only wait for news in the lobby downstairs.

Although it has changed owners, the decoration of Yinsha has not changed, but some details have changed slightly. For example, the original very Chinese decorations and traditional atmosphere have been removed and changed to a fully Western style.

Ma Shan knew the way and pushed Liu Qiming to the highest-level VIP room upstairs.

Mike didn't dare to neglect now and arranged drinks and snacks to entertain them.

Ma Shan and Li Muchen were sitting on the sofa. Although Liu Qiming was in a wheelchair, he was in the C position. Today, Ma Shan is determined to promote him as a gambling sage.

But Zheng Jiahao didn't know where he had gone.

Many local wealthy people have already come to the VIP room. They are old acquaintances with Ma Shan and Liu Qiming, and they came to say hello eagerly.

After a while, the door on the other side of the VIP room opened.

Elber walked out surrounded by a group of men, but after he entered the door, he stepped aside, gave up the middle position, and bent down very respectfully in a gesture of invitation.

Mashan thought it was Godfather Stephen coming.

But what came out of the passage was a Chinese man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He had gray hair but was in good spirits.

Ma Shan didn't recognize him, but Liu Qiming recognized him and asked in surprise: "Why is he here?"