Strongest Guard

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the three dice turned completely red at 6 o'clock once again. It was a full hall red.    

    

After all, all the gamblers were very clear that they were all "people who knew how to play". It was just that their methods were quite brilliant, their control over the pace of a win or loss was just perfect, and they were always able to give others the illusion that they would make a mistake or make a mistake, which was why they were always able to catch fire.    

    

However, there had never been a single gambler who had won three bets in a row, and they had all bet the right amount.    

    

He hadn't even heard of it.    

    

That miserable howl of an old man, with a trifling one hundred thousand as the foundation, in just three short rounds, he had wildly won over fifty-eight million. If this wasn't a miracle, then what was it?    

    

Furthermore, even before the dealer shook the dice for the third time, the old man had already bet seven million on the betting rate of one to eight.    

    

It was impossible for a dealer who knew how to play to not know how much money seven million times eight times was worth. Of course, she would secretly show off, not wanting to make a name for herself even if she was beaten to death.    

    

But in fact -- the third full hall of red, so real in front of everyone.    

    

Silence.    

    

Venus Casino had never experienced such a quiet moment since the opening of the port.    

    

No one cared about the unconscious dealer, who also cared about Lao Min, who was kneeling at the game table with his hands covering his face. At this moment, everyone around the game table was staring at the three dice in a daze.    

    

There was a ghost.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, these two words surfaced in everyone's minds.    

    

If there weren't any ghosts, how could the dealer, who knew how to play, open three consecutive bags of red wine?    

    

If there was no ghost, how could Lao Min bet three big ones to eight!    

    

No one would have thought that Lao Min, who was already whimpering, was a gambling expert with the ability to teleport in the dark. Because no matter how blind one was, he could tell that Lao Min was a man who relied on luck to bet on tomorrow.    

    

Of course, there was another possibility. The dealer and Lao Min were in the same group, so when he bet for the third time, he paid the full price and the both of them split the 60 million evenly …    

    

Even if he was beaten to death, Lao Min, who won more than 50 million with 100,000 yuan, couldn't believe that he would win in three rounds. He sobbed and pinched his thigh, then he felt a tip kick on his thigh.    

    

He subconsciously looked up and saw Lee Nanfang smile at him, "Lao Min, you won the bet, why are you still crying?"    

    

"Of course, of course I'm happy."    

    

At this time, Lao Min didn't care what Lee Nanfang called him anymore, not to mention calling him Lao Min, even if they called him an old fogey, he would still have the urge to lie on the ground and kiss his son-in-law's toes.    

    

Luckily, he realized that this was in public and Lee Nanfang was his son-in-law. If he really did that, it would be too embarrassing.    

    

Lee Nanfang clearly knew what Lao Min was feeling right now.    

    

Actually, even if Buffett was replaced with Lao Min, Lao Ba would still be extremely excited. After all, this was a gamble. To be able to win sixty million in ten minutes, it was truly too exciting.    

    

Lee Nanfang wasn't the least bit excited.    

    

This was because he knew very well that he wouldn't be able to take away the money.    

    

Lao Min and the other gamblers were too naive. Did they really think that the casino would allow them to take one hundred thousand yuan and win sixty million yuan in just ten minutes?    

    

Even if they gave the money to Lao Min according to the odds in front of the other gamblers, they would use any means they could to get it back later.    

    

Did they really think that casinos would admit defeat based on industry rules?    

    

Perhaps, they would admit defeat once in a while. After all, there were billionaires spending money every day at the top. It was normal for them to earn sixty million and lose sixty million all at once.    

    

But the problem was that it was a game that only billionaires could play. No matter how big the win or loss was, the casinos would always receive a huge fee for it.    

    

What about Lao Min?    

    

To think that he would want to win a hundred thousand dollars and take away a little over sixty million yuan, that was simply a joke.    

    

Since he couldn't take away the money, what was there to be happy about?    

    

He did not like the feeling of not getting anything at all.    

    

However, even if Lee Nanfang knew all of this, he wouldn't tell Lao Min. He only smiled and said: "After I get the money, it won't be too late to be happy."    

    

"Right, right, right!"    

    

Lao Min finally came to his senses. He nodded forcefully and wiped his tears away. He stood up while grabbing the gambling table and said, "The money you put in your own pocket is the money."    

    

"The money in your pocket is not your own money. Only the money you spent is yours. "    

    

Lee Nanfang reminded him. Then, he raised his head to look at the monitor head on the ceiling and smiled amicably.    

    

He knew, after such a long time had passed, Casino Owner should already know that Lao Min took one hundred thousand and won fifty million crazily in ten minutes.    

    

At this moment, he was staring at the two of them from the large screen in front of the control room. He sent people to investigate his background as quickly as possible.    

    

He had planned to conduct an open and covert investigation and make sure that Min Rou was still in the casino before making his plans.    

    

However, the burden of Lao Min forced him to change his plan.    

    

He hoped that he could use this method to meet the Casino Owner.    

    

Afterwards, everyone sat down with red wine in their hands. After a friendly conversation, they were able to return Min Rou unharmed to him.    

    

With Casino Owner cooperating with him, Lee Nanfang would become friends with him. Not only would he not ask Lao Min to just win the money, he would also not pursue the matter of Lao Min's downfall.    

    

Director Li was currently rich, and he wanted to be a good citizen so there was really no need to go out of his way and fight with others for a mere eight million yuan.    

    

He hoped that Casino Owner was an intelligent person who would accept the magnanimity and magnanimity that he released. That way, you and I would be good, everyone would be good, and in the future, we would be able to sit together and drink a happy wine.    

    

Lee Nanfang's wish was destined to be for naught.    

    

Karawich was a smart person, but he didn't want to cooperate with Lee Nanfang.    

    

Two reasons.    

    

First, Min Rou had been sent out of Macau overnight, to Europe and the United States.    

    

Now that the goods had been delivered, there was no possibility of them coming back.    

    

Because before Min Rou was smuggled away, detailed information, including her physique and appearance, three times her weight, and so on, was sent to Hamm, the largest snakehead in Europe and the United States, and the price was agreed upon.    

    

Perhaps it was because Hamm was particularly fond of the gentle and charming women of Huaxia, but after seeing Min Rou's photo materials, he immediately offered a high price that surprised Karawich and quickly paid a "deposit" of 40%.    

    

Even though Karawich was one of the top figures in Macau, compared to Hamm, the biggest peddler in Europe and the United States, Karawich was like a real man meeting a great man.    

    

Legend has it that Hamm came from the most terrifying and mysterious organization in Europe, the Ku Klux Klan.    

    

Therefore, unless Karawich didn't want to live anymore, he would tear up the contract and return Min Rou to Lee Nanfang.    

    

The second reason he didn't cooperate with Lee Nanfang was because his surname was Li.    

    

As long as Lee Nanfang was not the kind of people Venus's backstage boss was talking about, Karawich felt that there was no need to be afraid. After all, Macao was a legal and legal place.    

    

As Lee Nanfang expected, Karawich was standing in front of the big screen, staring at him with his grayish-brown eyes.    

    

Behind him stood a few large men wearing camouflage vests. On each of their left arms, there was a green bat with its wings spread out and the corner of its mouth wide open. Blood was dripping from its mouth.    

    

There were two other people sitting in front of their computers, typing away furiously.    

    

These two people were investigating Lee Nanfang's origins from the surveillance video.    

    

You might not believe it, but the casino was going through someone's details much faster than the Macao authorities, and when they received an order from their boss, they locked onto the target based on the information they received from the airport.    

    

When Lee Nanfang, who was on the monitor, gave Jack a friendly smile, the results of their investigation came out, "Boss, we've found out who this person is. His name was Li and his name was Lee Nanfang. He was the owner of the Qingshan and Nanfang Group, the Dong Province of the continent. "It was 6: 30 this morning when I took a flight from Beijing to Macau."    

    

Another person added: "Since Lee Nanfang came to Macau, he did not stop at all. He immediately took a cab with Jinshan Rent Company No. XX698 and came to our casino."    

    

"Surnamed Li?"    

    

Karawich, who had his hands behind his back, finally looked away from the monitor and looked at the two people.    

    

He thought back to the conversation he had with Min Rou last night. She had said the "Prophecy of a virgin" and asked him that question.    

    

In her virgin prophecy, Min Rou had said that she had seen Venus's casino being surrounded by raging flames, and everyone in the casino was screaming and struggling in the flames.    

    

The person who had caused all of this was the person who had come to save her and punish Venus's casino.    

    

His surname was Li.    

    

Karawich raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself with a smile, "So, your name is Lee Nanfang."    

    

He had never heard of Lee Nanfang's name.    

    

This was not because Karawich was ignorant and ill-informed. It was because he was a big shot in Macau, how could he have the leisure to bother about a nameless person like Lee Nanfang?    

    

Furthermore, Lee Nanfang was an orphan, and also the owner of a small workshop. There was nothing to worry about.    

    

"Boss, leave this matter to me."    

    

The number two in Venus's casino, Kolbowski, came in and sat on the sofa in the corner. He crossed his legs, held a glass of wine, and smoked a cigar as he smiled contemptuously, saying, "I will first negotiate with this Li fellow. I hope he will understand the situation and stop bothering about this matter. "Then I will see to it that he leaves Macau alive."    

    

Karawich was very confident in Kolbowski's ability to deal with matters.    

    

He could also be sure that as long as he made his move, he would be able to deal with Lee Nanfang very quickly.    

    

However, due to his cautious personality and Min Rou's "Prophecy of a virgin," he did not agree immediately.    

    

"Boss, don't tell me you really believe that little bitch's bullsh * t words and think this Li guy can destroy our casino?"    

    

Seeing that his boss was hesitating, Kolbowski got a little impatient. He put down his wine cup and stood up.    

    

Karawich was very dissatisfied with Kolbowski's attitude.    

    

However, since he was Madam Ling's trusted confidant, she had to save some face for him.    

    

Therefore, Karawich could only laugh coldly in his heart. On the surface, he said lightly: "Okay, I will leave this matter to you to handle. Remember, it's cleaner. "    

    

Since Kolbowski insisted on coming forward, then let him handle this matter.    

    

If Lee Nanfang was someone who dared to act so arrogantly just because he had a little money, then after Kolbowski used his trump card, if he didn't get scared to the point of peeing his pants and getting out of Macau, he would be killed on the sly.    

    

If Lee Nanfang really is like the prophecy of a virgin, is a god of slaying -- died first, also happens to be the increasingly undisciplined Kolbowski.    

    

Karawich didn't think that those with the surname Li would be able to create any trouble in his territory.    

    

The prophecy of a virgin was not accurate.