: Will it be him

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In other words, just now Gongsun Yu directly pressed the money on Xue Mastiff, one billion!
Therefore, Zhang Xingyun either won the snow mastiff, and then the one hundred million flew, or lost, the snow mastiff is likely to come up and take out his intestines.
Whatever result he does n’t want, okay!
This Gongsun Yu is clearly playing with himself.
"If you lose this time, you will have 500 million."
This time Gongsun Yu raised the odds again, and it was Zhang Xingyun's odds, which made the gambler's psychology elusive.
This game was supposed to be snow mastiff and it was relatively big, but because the injury was not light in the last game, so this person who wants to buy snow mastiff is also a little hesitant.
As for Zhang Xingyun, he was originally a powerless man. The odds are so high that he feels less likely to win, but if there is a little chance of winning, then he will make a profit.
So many people are caught in a dilemma.
But these people are caught in the difficulty of choice, but Han Feng and others who were selected by the women in the box do not think so.
The last game was taken by them, and this game will naturally let go to the women.
"Brother Feng, I really won!" The woman hugged Han Feng's arm, her small face rubbing all the way around his neck.
Han Feng made her feel awkward by her, "I'm feeling lucky, continue to the next game!"
He is now a sperm on the brain, what the woman said is what.
In a place where Han Feng couldn't see, a flash of coldness flashed in the woman's eyes, let you be happy for a while, and when you cry.
The woman just didn't make a lot of bets just now, but basically made the money that Han Feng lost at night.
Han Feng gave a kiss on the woman's small face, "You can play as you like."
The woman snorted, hugged Han Feng's neck, and exhaled hot air in his ear, "Then let's put it all on, OK?"
Han Feng's mind dissipated a lot in an instant.
If you go out and lose by yourself, there are still three million bets brought by yourself. If you go all-in, you will finish the game if you lose.
"Brother Feng, why don't you talk, is it because you have a bad luck?" The woman twisted in Han Feng's arms, causing Han Feng's brain to crash.
"How come, two million are overwhelming." Han Feng also paid attention, even if he lost himself and the more than one million he just put back, he would not be ruined.
Women also understand the truth that it is still too late, so they don't force it anymore, "You know that Brother Feng is the most domineering."
Just when the woman was about to place a bet, they heard the name of the Snow Mastiff game, Han Feng shivered in an instant, and the person sat upright.
"Wait!"
"Brother Feng?" The woman looked at Han Feng with some confusion, a little irritable in her heart, wouldn't she regret it?
But Han Feng has no time to care about the woman's words, and his brain is full of the name just mentioned by the host, Zhang Xingyun!
The people in this subgame may not be familiar with this person's name, but as the former helper of the Green Gang, the current deputy helper, the name Zhang Xingyun is simply a nightmarish existence, no, it should be said to be a god-like existence now.
How did Zhang Nebula pull him from the position of the main helper, how afraid he was of this man.
But after that, when he thought of Chen Yuping, who was originally invited by him, and now the gang leader of the Qing Gang, when he saw Zhang Xingyun's pious gesture of kneeling, Han Feng took this man as a god.
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