Strongest Wastrel

I was very anxious. Mr. Gao's forehead was already starting to sweat, his hands were tightly gripping his cards, squeezing them into a ball. His breathing was very rapid, as if he was having difficulty breathing, causing him to suffocate.    

    

However, I wasn't the only one who was nervous. After Mr. Gao's abnormality happened, everyone in the audience stood up and looked at each other. They didn't know the reason.    

    

It was unknown who it was, but he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Mr. Gao, "This is the symptoms of high blood pressure and asthma!"    

    

When Mr. Gao's words came out, everyone broke out in a cold sweat for Mr. Gao and unanimously requested for a moratorium.    

    

However, Mr. Gao took out the asthma spray from his clothes and slightly suppressed it. He raised his hand with difficulty and said while shaking his head, "No need to pause, don't let the foreign forces think we're scared!"    

    

Immediately after, Mr. Gao wiped off his sweat and looked at the ashtray. The Cuban cigars that had been smoked a few times had somehow been cleaned away by the staff and became empty.    

    

"Normally, I wouldn't have been affected much by smoking and eating chocolate, but now that I've smoked your cigar for a few mouthfuls, I can even induce asthma. If I smoked a whole cigarette, wouldn't I die here today?"    

    

"Mr Yamamoto is so ruthless. Could it be that you are afraid that your skills will be inferior to mine? Could it be that you have arranged everything beforehand so that I could smoke your cigarettes and then pretend to not give up, purposely provoking me? The illness that lured me into an attack? "    

    

"Very well, Mr. Yamamoto. Your plan has succeeded, but it's good that my body can take it. It's not as weak as you think."    

    

Mr. Gao clenched his teeth and insisted as he said those words with great difficulty.    

    

Yamamoto Kojiro's expression changed into a look full of grievance and he refused to admit it. At that time, he rejected Mr. Gao's claim and accused Mr. Gao of wrongly accusing him and asking him to find the cigar to testify against him if he had the ability.    

    

How could this be proven? The evidence was gone!    

    

I was so angry that my chest was moving up and down, the anger in my heart was intense, the R People that deserved death was so despicable and shameless, I wanted to run out of the audience stands and tear apart the evildoers with my hands!    

    

However, this was Mr. Gao's home ground. Moreover, he forcefully endured the attack of the disease, meaning that he would personally take care of Yamamoto Kojiro.    

    

Sure enough, Mr. Gao clenched his cards and looked at the wager on the table. With his other hand, he threw away the asthma spray and struggled to stand up, saying: "Since Mr. Yamamoto won't admit it, then I have no choice, but since I said today that I won't back down, then I won't back down, no matter if I win or lose!"    

    

"Mr. Gao, hurry up and make your decision. I'm waiting for your 24,567, hahaha." Yamamoto Kojiro suddenly smiled. His face was completely different from before, extremely confident. It was as if he was pretending before. This was the moment where he could truly display his strength!    

    

Mr. Gao took a deep breath as the veins on his face bulged. He bent down and pushed with one hand, pushing out all the chips that were worth around 100 million, "Soha!"    

    

"Mr. Gao, I'm sorry. At most, you're the same flower as me. I'm sorry, but you've lost!" Yamamoto Kojiro grabbed his trump card and flipped it over the stage, revealing its true face. It was surprisingly a King, K!    

    

Four Kings and one Nine!    

    

After doing all of this, Yamamoto Kojiro didn't even look at Mr. Gao and directly stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to wrap around all the chips on the stage.    

    

Just then, Mr. Gao raised his hand that was gripping his card and said: "Mr. Yamamoto, what's the rush? When did I tell you my trump card was seven? "    

    

Yamamoto Kojiro remained in a bent position to pick up the chips and raised his head in surprise.    

    

"Look, what is this?" Mr. Gao slowly opened his card with one hand.    

    

Seeing this card, Yamamoto Kojiro was completely dumbfounded.    

    

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers and cheers, one after the other.    

    

"It's actually not 7!"    

    

"Three. Three of Diamonds. "    

    

"The same flower … "Same to you!"    

    

It was only now that I realized that Mr. Gao was doing it on purpose!    

    

Mr. Gao purposely revealed half of his 3 points so that the other party would think that it was 7, making him have no qualms about choosing a spindle.    

    

High, it was really high!    

    

The high point was not in terms of whether it was true or false, but Mr. Gao was able to figure out the entire sequence of events in the instant that the illness broke out, and even set up such a trap!    

    

Who could have Mr. Gao's meticulous thoughts and could come up with a perfect plan in such a short time?    

    

When I saw Mr. Gao hold onto the box 3 and lightly press it on the table, forming the smallest line 23456 with the entire card surface, I had already completely decided that I must have Mr. Gao to manage my casino, no matter how much it costs!    

    

I am sure that Mr. Gao still held back in this round. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be the smallest of the congeners, the greatest of the congeners!    

    

All of this was targeted at Yamamoto Kojiro, no more, no less.    

    

At this moment, 23,456 square blocks were placed on the gambling table. Yamamoto Kojiro stared blankly at them for a long time.    

    

Only after Mr. Gao ate the medicine sent by his assistant did Yamamoto Kojiro react. His eyes suddenly bulged and his face was filled with disbelief as he said, "So …. You did it on purpose! You with the surname Gao, you did it on purpose! Damn Gao Yuan, you actually dared to lie to me! "    

    

"Yes, I was just lying to you on purpose, so what? A loss is a loss, card skills, not because you are good at playing, but because your tactics are strong. The cards are important, but the tactics are more important! Truly, what gambles is neither cards nor money, but … "A wager!" Mr. Gao drank a mouthful of boiled water and his complexion began to improve.    

    

Therefore, Mr. Gao slowly put down the cup and spoke again: "From the beginning till now, Mr. Yamamoto Miche, haven't you been playing tricks all this time? You think you have the means? What bullsh * t Gambling Sovereign, you have the nerve to come to my Huaxia Show to gamble? I think you should return to your R Country to train for a few more years. "    

    

As Mr. Gao's words came out, the entire venue erupted in an unprecedented round of applause. Quite a few people were screaming.    

    

"Mr. Gao Yuan, the God of Gamble!"    

    

"God of Gamble — God of Gamble."    

    

"Far, far away."    

    

Yamamoto Kojiro was surrounded by countless cheers, but the main character was not him. His sharp mouth and monkey cheeks instantly darkened like coal!    

    

Furthermore, under the personal announcement of the casino in Beijing, Mr. Gao won the champion of this year's Asian Cup of Gambling Kings. Yamamoto Kojiro watched helplessly as Mr. Gao came up to receive the award. His eyes were filled with strong jealousy and hatred.    

    

Cough cough, first of all, let me thank the entire audience for their support, and then let me thank Mr. Yamamoto Kojiro. This opponent is very interesting, and I would like to invite him to the stage to receive the award together with me. Mr. Gao said.    

    

The lights shifted to Yamamoto Kojiro's position. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he was extremely embarrassed …    

    

I stood in the audience, laughing with the crowd, and I was so happy.