Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1619
Just one sentence, without a single curse word, but it made Uncle Xiong’s face change suddenly, and he almost bit off the cigar in his mouth.
Chi Yuting was also panicked. She had recorded the video to mock He Sijin, not to watch He Sijin mocking them. In order to prevent Mr. Xiong from getting even more angry, she quickly reached out and turned off the recording button.
But the intelligent computer has an automatic saving function. After storing the video in the video library, it actually played the abusive words that Si Jin had just said again.
The second taunting made Uncle Xiong San so anxious that he slammed the mahjong table and signaled to the killer beside him: “You… go and pin him down!”
The killer was stunned, and unconsciously recalled the scene a few days ago when Si Jin came to the casino alone –
This seemingly gentle man, with pupils flashing with a faint blue light, can not only control all things in nature, but also play with their souls as if they were balls.
Leaning on a chair that was automatically woven by vines underground, he spoke the cruelest words in the most gentle tone: “I will gamble with your Third Master in a few days. If you don’t help me, your soul will have no place to be buried after you die~”
The killer shuddered unconsciously, cutting off his memories at the right time, and hurriedly covered his stomach, not even daring to take out the laser gun: “Third Master, I have a stomachache, how about you… send someone else?”
“Third Master, I have a stomachache too.”
“Third Master, I also…”
Soon, a group of killers began to have “stomach pains” at the same time.
Without anyone to order around, Mr. Xiong Sanye could only watch Si Jin move forward and sit opposite him unscrupulously.
The boy’s thin metal-framed glasses were attached with two light golden chains, reflecting a faint cold light, making him look more elegant and crazy.
“Third Master.” Si Jin spoke again: “Your cigar… is it made in Planet H? It seems quite expensive.”
Being acknowledged that his cigars were expensive, Uncle Xiong San regained some face and immediately raised his head and said, “Of course.”
Si Jin: “This brand is called WL, which stands for Wealth. All the nouveau riche who have never seen the world love to smoke it.”
This time, the cigar in Uncle Xiong’s mouth was completely bitten off by himself, and it fell on his body with fire, burning him and making a loud noise.
Damn! He Sijin is simply courting death!
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has always lived a life of luxury. How dare this lunatic say that to him? I will make sure he loses everything he has!
When a game of mahjong started, Uncle Xiong San had already arranged for the insiders. In addition to the killer, there was also a circle of waiters surrounding the mahjong table.
The waiter standing behind Si Jin would sneak a peek at Si Jin’s cards, and then use the smart brain to secretly pass a message to Mr. Xiong San, telling him which card to play so that He Si Jin would lose as quickly as possible.
In the first round, Uncle Xiong San had good cards and was only two cards away from winning. The greasy old man finally relaxed a little.
He took out a Xifeng and was about to play it cheerfully when he received a message from the waiter – [He Sijin, listening to the cards]
Listening means you need only one card to win. How is this possible…
Uncle Xiong San couldn’t believe it.
He had tampered with these cards, so it was definitely in his favor. He Sijin had just received a set of cards, how could he possibly hear the cards so quickly?
Just when I was wondering what to do, the killer sent me another message: [Three]
What he meant was that playing three of a kind could prevent Si Jin from winning so quickly, but Uncle Xiong San had three three of a kind, so it would be a pity to break them up.
But in order to disgust Si Jin, Uncle Xiong gritted his teeth and threw out three cards without hesitation: “Three cards.”
As a result, the next moment, Si Jin pushed the cards down: “Win, you owe me 1 billion.”
