Rural Friends Circle

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Under the guidance of the manager, Tang Feng saw many people gathered around a card table in the middle of the hall. Everyone looked excited. They stretched their necks to look inside, cheering and holding hands. Hold your chips and place your bet.

It seems that Brown Dwight is here, and these people must have seen that he just won a lot of money, so they followed him in betting. They also seemed to have won a lot, so now they are all betting on Dwight. Come on and cheer.

Sure enough, the manager also said to several people: "It's over there. As of the news I just got, he has won nearly 30 million, not counting other people who followed suit. His luck is very good. We are always winning, and others are following suit. Although the odds are getting lower and lower, our losses are not small because of the large number of people.”

Tang Feng understood that 30 million was nothing for such a big nightclub. In He Mingyang's eyes, he wouldn't take it too seriously. But for casinos, the most important thing is the jackpot. If Dwight continues to win like this, it will probably make people in the casino lose a lot of confidence, and it will also damage the casino's lottery winnings, which is not good for Feng Shui.

He Mingyang walked forward calmly and separated the crowded crowd. Tang Feng followed closely behind and took a clear look at the man sitting behind the gambling table. Then his brows wrinkled slightly, and he felt a little strange in his heart. Feel.

It's not that this Dwight is ugly or ugly, on the contrary, he looks about 27 or 28 years old, with deep eyes, a high nose, and clear lines on his face. According to today's aesthetic standards, he is considered very good-looking. , not much worse than the male protagonists in those European and American blockbusters. Although he is sitting down, he can still tell that he has a very good figure.

But for some reason, this whole person gave Tang Feng a somewhat uncomfortable feeling. It was probably because he had a very unflattering expression, and he was also facing the two people wearing clothes next to him in public. A very cool beauty moves her hands and feet.

Also, his dark brown hair was dyed red with a few strands, which gave Tang Feng a deep feeling of killing Matt. This kind of dyeing, washing, cutting and blowing stopped being popular in China ten years ago!

Not only this makes Tang Feng feel bad, but he also has an exaggerated skull-shaped earring hanging on his ear. He has a tattoo on his neck. You can’t tell what it is. I just know that it is quite big and extends to the collar. , only part of it is exposed, looking like half a wing. With this look, it would be fine if he was a boy in the second grade of middle school, but it was a man older than himself, which made Tang Feng feel a bit nondescript.

But apart from these, he was wearing a black casual suit with no other unnecessary decorations, which made him look much more pleasing to the eye. Tang Feng knew that his clothes were worth a lot of money. They were new models of men's clothing from a famous international brand. Su Ying had recommended this brand to him and bought him several pieces. They are still hanging in his wardrobe. .

But all of this is just an appearance. Even if Tang Feng didn't like it, he wouldn't feel anything strange. What really surprised Tang Feng was not his non-mainstream appearance, but that Tang Feng felt an alternative aura from his body, or in other words, he saw a ray of something that should not exist in the mortal world. .

There seemed to be a layer of black mist lingering on Dwight's body, very light and thin, indistinct. If it weren't for Tang Feng's super sense, it would be almost impossible to see clearly. Even at Tang Feng's level, he could only see the mist appearing from his body for a while and then disappearing again. In this smoky casino where many people smoke, it is not easy to see the black mist clearly.

The moment he saw the mist, Tang Feng understood that Dwight had not won so much money for nothing. It wasn't that he had particularly good luck or that he had great gambling skills, but that he used some extraordinary means. Although Tang Feng couldn't tell what this method was, nor could he accurately judge how it was done, he was certain that it was definitely not something ordinary people could do.

Just when Tang Feng saw the mist, the expressions of Stinger and He Mingyang and Ye Weiwei changed a little. Tang Feng knew that the two of them had seen a problem. However, after all, they were not as capable as Tang Feng. Although they could feel that something was wrong, they could not see the black mist and could only vaguely feel that something was strange.

At this time, Baccarat was being played on the card table.

The dealer drew seven points, and the card in front of Dwight was four points. The dealer dealt him another card.

"Four, four, four!" A group of people gathered behind Dwight shouted excitedly.

Dwight stretched out his hand and turned over the card, with a very proud smile on his face. Sure enough, it was a four of spades.

"The player has eight points, and the player wins."

"Win, win, win again!" Everyone cheered.

The chips in front of Dwight were already stacked very high. He proudly stretched out his hand to take the winning chips, then took out a few and stuffed them into the clothes of the beautiful woman in a low-cut dress that was clinging to him. inside.

Immediately, the beauty screamed.

The manager looked at He Mingyang with searching eyes. When He Mingyang was about to step forward, Tang Feng reached out to stop him and whispered: "You also discovered that he has a problem. Leave it to me."

He Mingyang nodded gratefully to Tang Feng: "Sir, you must be careful."

In fact, Tang Feng stood up for He Mingyang. Firstly, it was to thank him for helping him buy an island and even giving it to him. Secondly, he was also curious about the origin of Dwight and wanted to see what he was capable of.

He Mingyang made a gesture to the manager. The manager came to the banker's side and whispered to him. The banker immediately stood up, made a gesture of invitation to Tang Feng, and then stepped aside.

Tang Feng sat down with a smile and crossed his hands on the card table.

Seeing that the dealer in front of him had changed to another person, Dwight, who was hugging and kissing a beautiful woman, turned his head, looked at Tang Feng, and said in fluent Chinese with a smile on his face: "I heard that the young master of the gambling king is here. He is very capable on the island. I have long wanted to know him. Is this the famous Young Master He? It’s a pleasure to meet him.”

Listening to the meaning behind these words, Dwight came prepared, knowing that He Mingyang would appear.

But this is not surprising. With He Mingyang's identity, coming to the island is not a secret operation. It is normal for others to know.