"This guy refused to admit defeat directly and insisted on making a joke here, it was simply!"

"That's right? If I had this bad level, I wouldn't dare to sit in front of the God of Gambling. It's embarrassing!"

"Isn't it just right for him to embarrass him? We can make money directly!"

...

Just as the gamblers were talking, the god of gambling and Meng Hao each slapped the dice cup on the gambling table.

This time everyone kept quiet, waiting to listen to the waiter who was part-time referee inside and reported the results of the two people's shake.

"The God of Gamblers' Eight Dices, Four Six Points, Three Five Points, One Three Points!"

Soon, the waiter screamed again.

"It's still amazing to the god of gambling. It's four more, six, three, five more. I see how the boy named Meng won!"

"What a win, it's all up to try your luck. It's impossible to encounter so many six or five o'clock, right?"

...

The gamblers looked at the god of gambling and were full of envy and praise, and the gamblers looked at Meng Hao with mockery and disdain.

Until the waiter's voice rang again.

"Mr. Meng's eight betting cups, four six o'clock, three five o'clock, one four o'clock!"

"Haha, I said the God of Gamblers must win?"

“That’s it…”

The waiter's voice fell, and two idiots sounded.

Everyone looked at it and found that it was a middle-aged man in his fifties and a young man in his twentysomething.

The young man is Xu Fei.

He was originally talking as Sun Qingyou said, but after only a few words, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

After everyone turned around and looked at him and Sun Qingyou like a fool, Xu Fei's face became more than a pig's liver-colored look, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to get into the hole.

But Li Xue said coldly: "Senior Brother, are you going to hit flies in your ears? The God of Gambling and Mr. Meng are both four, six, three, five points, but the God of Gambling has a dice with only three points, but Mr. Meng is a four points. Whoever loses wins?"

She didn't dare to say that Sun Qingyou could only target Xu Fei.

Xu Fei was so embarrassed that he choked.

Sun Qingyou also woke up. Facing the idiot's eyes everywhere, he could only twist his neck and argue.

"Even if...there are more surnamed Meng, it's just a blind cat caught the dead mouse, just trying to take a chance! There is a third shake, he can't have such good luck, right?"

"That's right, the man named Meng must have been trying his luck this time. From the first shake, it can be seen that he has no technical content!"

Immediately someone followed suit.

Others nodded.

But the casino took this opportunity and shouted loudly again.

"Because most people bet on the God of Gambling, the odds between the God of Gambling and Mr. Meng are adjusted to one and ten. Is there any adjustment to follow? This is a great opportunity to make a fortune! The second shake, Mr. Meng, has already won. If Mr. Meng wins the third shake, the person who bets on Mr. Meng will really make a fortune!"

No one was bewitched by him.

Everyone thinks that Meng Hao will win the second time, but it is purely because he has encountered good luck.

Some people were very dissatisfied with the casino adjusting the odds, and shouted a few times.

But as soon as the casino was in great power, they could only shout, and no one dared to lead the way.

Secondly, adjusting the odds as the situation changes is a common practice in all casinos. Even if the Cape Ship casino is more domineering, it cannot be said that it completely breaks the rules.

So the gamblers shouted a few times, it would be fine.

Li Xue was willing to increase her bet, but when she saw that everyone was not optimistic about Meng Hao, she could only endure it again.

The field became quiet again and the voice of the god of gambling was heard faintly.

"Young Master Meng actually beat me a little bit. It's amazing! But I wonder if Young Master Meng relies on luck or technology?"

"What do you think?"

Meng Hao asked back.

"I can't explain it clearly, but I still have confidence in myself!"

The God of Gamblers laughed and picked up the dice cup again.

Meng Hao also picked up the dice cup.

This was the last shake of the first scene and the most critical shake. Everyone held their breath and only the sound of shaking in the air was heard.

After a long time, two "slap" sounds, the God of Gamblers and Meng Hao slapped the gambling cup on the table one after another.

"Mr. Meng, should you please, or should I please?"

The God of Gamblers asked politely.

"As long as the old rules, please ask first!"

Meng Hao still remained silent.

The God of Gambling laughed and unveiled the gambling cup.

The waiter who was also a referee looked down and sang loudly with surprise on his face: "The God of Gamblers has eight dices, six six points, two five points!"

With a loud bang, most people were screaming, and a small number were cheering.

"It's actually six, six, two, five, so amazing!"

"It's really amazing, I feel like I'm dreaming!"

"I am worthy of being the god of gambling! Eight dices can even shake out six six points, and the other two are also five points. How did this be done? I really admire him!"

"It's not just you who admire him, we all admire him!"

...

Amid the exclamations and cheers in the audience, Sun Qingyou danced higher than anyone else.

"Haha, I said the God of Gamblers must win? Now, my 150,000 will become 200,000!"

"Not! My 60,000 yuan has also become 80,000 yuan!... Xiaoxue Huihui, your money has been wasted!"

"Young Master Meng hasn't started the meal yet, you are too happy!"

Li Xue coldly responded to Xu Fei, "What's more, the odds have been adjusted just now. Even if you win, you can win at most a few thousand yuan. Why can you turn 60,000 into 80,000?"

Xu Fei was stunned and then remembered this.

Sun Qingyou also wilted quickly like a frosted eggplant.

"I forgot about this matter. I will only earn 15,000 if I lose 10 yuan!"

"That's okay. Anyway, I'm just making money. It's better than throwing money into the water just by Xiaoxue Huihui!... By the way, Master, I want to bet on the God of Gambling to win in the second and third games. You can lend me tens of thousands of dollars later!"

While Xu Fei was bickering with Li Xue, he borrowed money from Wang Qingsong.

Wang Qingsong sighed and comforted the hair of Li Xue and Wang Huihui.

"If you lose, you lose, you don't invest much money!"

"I've invested five thousand yuan!"

Wang Huihui said with a pout.

But she glanced at Li Xue and soon started to laugh again.

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm here to play. It's not too much to spend 5,000 yuan! Don't be upset, cousin, although you invested 10,000 yuan, but... you are richer than me anyway!"

She hit Li Xue with her shoulder.

Li Xue forced a smile, still staring at the front, waiting to hear Meng Hao's results.

Everyone calmed down again, but heard the god of gambling laughing and said, "Don't you need to open a cup? It's okay not to open a cup. Anyway, just put 30 million into my account!"

"Do you think you must win?" Meng Hao smiled indifferently.

"That's of course, this is my highest level. I have never used eight dice to shake six, six, two, five points!"

"Then you just wait and see the eyes open!"

Meng Hao said, suddenly lifting the dice cup.

The God of Gamblers glanced at him and suddenly his hair stood up all over his body.

He was afraid that he had read it wrong, so he lay on the gambling table and approached it and took a closer look.

At the same time, the waiter widened his eyes in shock.

In fact, it was not just the waiter who widened his eyes, but the gamblers guarding the inner circle were all dumbfounded.

All that was left was the sound of involuntarily sucking air conditioners, one by one, one sound was endless.

But people on the outside could not see the result of opening the cup, nor could they see the expressions of people in the inner circle. Sun Qingyou was still very happy, and Xu Fei was still saying playful words.
To be continued...