Evil Hero

Even if he broke his head, he could not have imagined that the mental power of the Chinese youth sitting opposite him was much stronger than his. Not only was it stronger than his, but it also lasted much longer than him.

When he used his mental power to move the order of the cards, the power Zhang Yang used on the cards had not completely dissipated, resulting in the cards not being completely changed in the order he requested, but also disrupting the order Zhang Yang had arranged. As a result, the cards in the hands of the two people now had unexpected errors, a result that neither of them had expected.

Now it is impossible to change the order in the same way, because even if you are faster, you can deceive the eyes of people, but you can't deceive the electronic eyes.

It seems that both of them are calmly watching the player continue to deal cards, but only the two of them know the inner fluctuations and uneasiness. Both of them are thinking of new ways. Gradually, Zhang Yang's face shows a faint anxiety and uneasiness.

Alas, after all, he is young. Ginger, it has to be old and spicy, and young people just can't do it. This is what most people here think.

He Kun stared at Zhang Yang anxiously, his heart full of disappointment. He Wanying couldn't help but glance at her father, but He Jihou looked calm and didn't show any fluctuations at all.

From the moment he decided to choose Zhang Yang, He Jihou handed all his worth to Zhang Yang. No matter what the final result was, he would go on firmly. In fact, this was also a gamble, but this was a gamble between He Jihou and himself, and even more so, a gamble with fate. To be able to do this, one must be a great hero.

Now Zhang Yang has four cards in front of him, namely, J of Clubs, 8 of Diamonds, K of Spades, plus a hidden card 8 of Spades, which is not bad, with a small pair. And in front of Solo opposite him, there is a 9 of Spades, an A of Diamonds, a 10 of Spades, plus a hidden card A of Clubs. From the cards, Solo's cards are obviously better than his own.

But Zhang Yang knew that the next card dealt to him should be an 8 of hearts, and Solo would get a J of spades, which means that he could form a three of a kind, while Solo had a pair, so he could win the game steadily. But if he won Solo like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for this old guy?

You know, because He Jihou can only take out 300 billion in cash, the chips exchanged by both parties are now 300 billion, and He Jihou's nearly 400 billion in real estate is still lying in He Wanying's small bag. The same is true for Solo, who still has 400 billion in cash that has not been exchanged for chips. Even if he plays all-in now, he can only win all the chips on the table, but not all his money, which is 400 billion. If he lets him run away for nothing, Zhang Yang will probably not be able to sleep for the rest of his life.

Now both of them have invested 130 million yuan. According to the rules, Solo will decide whether to continue calling cards.

Old Solo was also very depressed. This was the first time he lost the confidence of winning since gambling. Looking at the cards on the table, Old Solo picked up a chip representing 100 million yuan. He looked calm and threw it on the table. He said lightly: "Add another 100 million, deal the cards."

The cold sweat on Zhang Yang's forehead flowed down to the tip of his nose under the reflection of the bright light. His body swayed slightly, and he looked at He Wanying standing beside him. He was silent for 20 seconds, and finally tried his best to suppress his trembling voice: "... No... Follow."

As his voice fell, Old Solo opposite finally breathed a sigh of relief. And in the row of witnesses sitting seven or eight meters away from them, there were also several low exclamations.

This young man's words announced the ownership of the huge sum of 130 million yuan. Ordinary people rarely have this luck in several lifetimes. Damn, it's too exciting.

He Kun's face almost turned into pig liver, and he had already greeted Zhang Yang's family enthusiastically n times in his heart. But his father was standing aside with a normal expression, without the slightest change. Now Zhang Yang couldn't help but secretly admire He Jihou. He is indeed a professional gambler. He can keep his face calm even when hundreds of billions of assets are gone in the blink of an eye. He is really calm even when the sky is falling.

In the second round, Old Solo got his ideal cards and regained his confidence in winning. Seeing the sweat on Zhang Yang's face, he wondered where this kid came from. There was nothing to be proud of even if he won. This kid was too young and too impatient.

Zhang Yang didn't know that at this moment Old Solo had sentenced him to "death", "Humph, you are impatient and can't achieve great things."

Now Zhang Yang didn't know what the hidden card in front of him was. The three cards on the table were diamond ace, club 10, and spade q. Solo had diamond 10, club j, spade k and a hidden card in front of him.

Old Solo was a little happy. He knew what his cards were. There was one last card left. If nothing unexpected happened, he should get a queen of clubs next. With the hidden card of the ace of clubs, he should get a straight.

And the cards he made for Zhang Yang were the hidden card ace of hearts, plus the three cards on the table, the ace of diamonds, the 10 of clubs, the king of spades, and finally the ace of spades.

He had a straight, while Zhang Yang had three of a kind. His cards were just slightly bigger than Zhang Yang's, so he could win Zhang Yang in the second game without scaring him. Even if Zhang Yang still chose not to follow in this game, he could force him to bet 400 billion yuan of real estate in the third game.

Sure enough, as expected by Zoro, he got the Queen of Flowers on the fifth card. Zoro smiled happily, let out a breath, picked up a fifty million chip and threw it on the table. . "Haha, young man, I'll do it a little less this time. You won't dare to follow me, right?"

But what made him depressed was that the boy opposite actually hesitated for a long time. When everyone thought that he would definitely choose not to follow, he slowly picked up all the chips on the table and uttered two words hatefully, but But these two words are not the two words "don't follow" that everyone thinks.

Zhang Yang looked at Old Solo across from him and said bitterly: "I'll follow."

"Oh?" Philimus and Old Solo were both a little surprised. Isn't this guy crazy? Or are you too young to know the depth? The two people's eyes slightly met. Philimus felt the determination to win from the eyes of old Solo, and the second elder Zoro also understood Philimus's meaning.

"Haha, since Mr. Zhang is so cheerful, I can't be stingy anymore." As he said that, Old Solo gently snapped his fingers, and a beautiful woman holding a password box walked out behind him, twisting her slender waist. He went to the long table and gently placed the password box on the table. He stretched out his delicate fingers and opened the password box with a snap.

Since you want to die quickly, let's start the final showdown.

Old Solo smiled and pointed to the password box on the table. "Inside are eight special Swiss bank passbooks. They do not have account names and passwords. They can be withdrawn or transferred in major banks around the world. Young man, I will add four more." Qianyi, are you still going to follow?”

Zhang Yang waved back, and He Wanying took out a stack of bills placed in her bag. Zhang Yang took it in his hand and threw it on the table without looking at it: "These are property rights notes for factories, hotels, and supermarkets all over the world. Real estate worth 400 billion, I will follow."

Seeing that he was sweating profusely just now, but now he looked calm and arrogant, He Kun wanted to rush forward and kill him. Damn it, it’s not yours so you can’t waste it like this, right? With this bad card in hand right now, how the hell do you dare to stud with someone? If He Jihou hadn't pulled him hard, Zhang Yang's head might have had several big holes in it. If looks could kill, Zhang Yang might have died hundreds of times.

Although he also knew that this gambling move was caused by others' coercion, when he saw that he was about to lose all his wealth in front of his eyes, He Kun still felt extremely sad. In the past, he was the famous young master of the He family. From the next moment, he might become worse than a beggar. He Kun didn't know if he could survive without everything on the table.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Most people in the world are like this. If I had never had these things, even as a beggar, I might have been happy all my life. But if he suddenly loses it now, He Kun's hard-to-let-go mood simply cannot be described in words.

"Haha. Well, young people are courageous." Old Solo slowly picked up the trump card in front of him - no need to look at it anymore, because he clearly knew what his trump card was. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and his hand The cards inside were slammed onto the table by Old Solo.

"Hahaha...Originally I was thinking about playing another game with you, but now it seems that I thought of you a little too much." Old Solo raised his gray head proudly, his eyes full of pride and joy. He looked at He Jihou mockingly: "Mr. He, I'm sorry. If you want to blame it, blame yourself and the boy you found..."

"Plop...plop..." Before Old Solo's proud laughter could reach the ground, he suddenly felt a huge pain on the back of his head, and his body fell softly.

A twisted face of Phillips emerged behind him.

This book comes from Kanshuwang