Chapter 82: Gamble?

"Beep beep..." The phone was hung up there.
Zhang Wanlin looked at the mobile phone and wished to drop it! Damn, why did Dad go gamble again?
Now that he lives in a large villa, he is not worried about food and clothing, is he still not satisfied?
At this time, Zhang Wanlin had a feeling of hating iron for not making steel.
At this moment, in front of Zhang Wanlin, three options appeared.
"Host, please choose."
[Choose one: Take a taxi to the appointed place to get the god-level gambling.
】【Choose two: Open Lamborghini to the appointed place to get the God of Song talent.
】【Choose three: Go to the appointed place by bicycle to get the SCUD skills.
] This time the choice seems to be helping Zhang Wanlin.
God-level gambling?
Interestingly, after obtaining God-level gambling, Zhang Wanlin can better help his father to quit gambling.
Then choose the first one! At that time, Zhang Wanlin walked down the office building, took a taxi, and went to the appointed place.
At this moment, a pleasant voice from the system came: "You have chosen one, God-level gambling is merging, please wait."
After a few minutes, Zhang Wanlin shuddered, and he had a lot of knowledge in his mind.
This pile of knowledge is all about gambling. Zhang Wanlin is well versed in gambling techniques such as making thousands of cards, changing cards, guessing cards, and thinking.
This is the charm of God-level gambling! Half an hour later, Zhang Wanlin arrived at the appointed place.
This is a private residence built on the edge of Gucheng County, a small two-story courtyard. After arriving, Zhang Wanlin directly knocked on the door.
Soon after, the door opened, and a frivolous man looked up and down Zhang Wanlin with a sneer.
"Zhang Wanlin, right?
Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time, come in! "
With that said, the wretched man took Zhang Wanlin into the courtyard.
With a snap, Zhang Wanlin closed the gate of the courtyard immediately after entering the courtyard.
The small courtyard is very dilapidated, but every room is brightly lit, a burst of shouts sounds, and many people are grumbling in the small courtyard.
This is a small casino! Zhang Wanlin was taken directly to the door of a tiled house in the small courtyard. When he opened the door, Zhang Wanlin saw his father at a glance! I saw my dad by a big flower and tied to a pillar.
The nose and face were swollen, the clothes were ragged, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of the mouth.
"father!"
Zhang Wanlin roared and walked quickly.
After seeing Zhang Wanlin, Zhang Qishan looked guilty: "Yuanlin, you are still here..." "Ah..." He did not dare to let Zhang Wanlin know that he was gambling again.
He knew that he was not a good role model. At this time, he faced Zhang Wanlin with no face.
Zhang Wanlinhong stared at the others in the room.
I saw a dozen people standing in a small room.
These dozen people, either standing or lying down, with Wenlong and tigers on their bodies, full of ruff, all looked at Zhang Wanlin proudly.
The man headed is a big bald head with a fierce look and a scar on his face.
Because the appearance is too sturdy, there is another scar on his face, so the person on the road is called the scar brother.
"Yo boy, you're quite filial!"
Brother Scarred sneered.
With a slap, the door to the room was closed, and a dozen people sneered around.
All of them look bad and playful.
"What do you want?"
Zhang Wanlin asked coldly.
Brother Scabbard's head was crooked, and the loan slip was thrown in front of Zhang Wanlin: "Your father borrowed my money and lost a million in gambling, and the father paid back the debt.
one million?
A small underground casino, this bald head dared to lend his father a million?
There must be some greasiness! However, Zhang Wanlin didn't have evidence. Zhang Wanlin couldn't really come up with the million.
After buying the company, Zhang Wanlin has spent all his savings. Now Zhang Wanlin can only take out tens of thousands of dollars.
"one million?
You are really generous! "
Zhang Wanlin narrowed his eyes.
Brother Dao Scar playing with a dagger in his hand, sneered: "Oh, no money?"
"Boy, let me tell you, if you can't get one million today, Laozi will chop your father's fingers!"
More than a dozen gangsters around, also made a laugh.
"Hahaha! Brother Scar, you look so high on this kid, I have inquired, this kid is a stinky takeaway, where is he a million?"
"Hahaha! Yeah, Brother Scar, you might as well kill him to sell meat!"
"Boy, it's really a dragon, a dragon and a dragon. The son of the mouse will make holes. Your father mixes this, and you can't be much different from your father!"
"Hahahaha!"
A sound of laughter sounded, and a dozen gangsters in the room laughed.
Dad had an ashamed expression.
As a father, but not a good role model for his son, he was ashamed.
Zhang Wanlin looked coldly at the dozen people in front of him: "One million, I don't have one. Today, either you let me take my father away, or, I forcefully take my father away!"
A dozen or so foolish, Zhang Wanlin did not pay attention to it.
When Zhang Wanlin's words came out, a burst of laughter immediately sounded! That Scar Brother pretended to be a terrified look: "Yoyo, don't scare me, I'm timid!"
"A stinky takeaway, what is it?"
"No one can pretend to be in front of my scar, how old are you?"
More than a dozen all laughed.
Zhang Qishan was also helpless and said: "Late Lin, you go, it's a big deal, father doesn't want this life."
"Dad's own trouble, Daddy cleans up himself..." "Old stuff, shut up for me!"
Brother Scarred snorted, and the dagger shook in front of Zhang Qishan, threatening Zhang Qishan.
Then, he looked at Zhang Wanlin, a cunning look flashed in his eyes: "Boy, I know you have no money."
"But I heard that you won the prize some time ago?
Villa of Yulong Mountain Villa? "
When it comes to the villa, more than a dozen mixed eyes are shining.
No wonder, no wonder Dad owes them one million, it turned out to be because of his villa! "Not bad."
Zhang Wanlin nodded indifferently.
Brother Scar was smug: "Haha! In this way, I will give you a chance."
"Let's take a bet on two of you! You lost, and gave me the villa! You won, how about you taking your father?"
After all, Brother Scar was staring straight at Zhang Wanlin.
His purpose is the villa! When Dad heard that he wanted to bet on the villa, he was anxious at the time: "Lan Lin! Don't agree! You can't bet on them!"
He knows his son very well.
I haven't touched poker cards since I was young. Where can he gamble?
More than a dozen gangsters looked at Zhang Wanlin with a sneering expression, and the radical method had been used.
"Boy, you can't work, you can't work in front of a woman, you can't even play?"
"Dai Si, a man, just gamble with our boss!"
"Don't even dare to gamble, are you a man?"