super right hand

Updated: 2013-02-21

"Jiang Hao is going to open the No. 13 card. If he continues to open a card that is exactly the same as the last one, Jiang Hao will really play a pair of wins. The card is still such a big right and right, I really can't figure out how he got it. Welcome to reading"

"Jiang Hao is fine if he doesn't win. If he really wins, it will be 58 times. It is true that he lost three times just now, and he lost a full [-] times. But after [-] times, Jiang Hao won [-] times. This time It’s really enough to win, and it’s really powerful.”

"I have obtained such difficult cards, so it must be no problem to win!"

"..."

The onlookers stared at Jiang Hao's mahjong tiles, and felt that Jiang Hao was a must. If he got such a tile in the black game, it would be strange if he didn't win. After all, not everyone has such good luck. , even the Hu Baiban just now didn't have so many nine times cards.

Snapped!

Jiang Hao still looked as stable as Mount Tai. He picked up the mahjong unhurriedly, turned the buttoned mahjong over and lightly picked it up and put it on the table. The mahjong collided with the table, making a slight collision sound .

He Lang squinted at Jiang Hao's No.13 cards. The sound of mahjong and the table colliding was very light, but it was harsh to his ears. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were confused. Floating, my heart was extremely nervous.

He Lang's original self-confidence was quickly wiped out with the opening of mahjong. The winning or losing of this round of mahjong was even more serious. If he lost, he would be paid 58 times the compensation. How could he not be nervous?

"How could it be a whiteboard?"

Hu Baiban saw the No. 13 mahjong cards drawn by Jiang Hao, stood up in shock again, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Mr. Hu?"

He Lang was keenly aware of the drastic change in Hu Baiban's face, frowned suspiciously, opened his mouth weakly, and asked in a soft and curious voice, he would be crushed now, if he hadn't looked at Hu Baiban The reaction was so violent that he didn't even bother to ask.

"The four whiteboards should all be with me."

Hu Baiban replied with blank eyes, as if he was still in deep thought, or couldn't accept the facts he saw before him.

"How can you be so sure?"

He Lang frowned incomprehensibly. There are no cards that should or should not appear in this dark play. He didn't understand why Hu Baiban was so shocking. Even when he just drew three of a kind, there was no I've seen him so terrified.

"What does Mahjong King mean?"

Jiang Hao paused his hand towards the No.14 mahjong card, which is the last card, and stared at the distracted Hu Baiban with great interest. He wanted to see what Hu Baiban was going to do. Anyway, he didn't care if he won , he, Jiang Hao, can afford to wait.

"The four whiteboards should all be in my deck."

Hu Baiban suddenly raised his head, his eyes shone with a sharp light, as if he wanted to see through the whiteboard on Jiang Hao's desk, but the whiteboard was still a whiteboard, and his gaze did not change a bit, and he lay quietly on the table with Hu Baiban in silence. right.

"Why are you so sure?"

With a disdainful smile on the corner of Fan Yao's mouth, he looked at the distraught Hu Baiban. When he just drew three nines, Hu Baiban only frowned. Why did he completely change his temper after drawing the whiteboard?

"The whiteboard has always been my lucky card, so I like to have a whiteboard when I play poker. To put it a bit superstitious, I think that with the whiteboard, I have the belief that I will win.

This makes my memory of the whiteboard cards far surpass other mahjong. Even if other cards are wrong, I will not be surprised, but only the whiteboard is impossible to make mistakes.

I just clearly remembered that I had put all four whiteboards into the mahjong in front of me.

But……. "

Hu Baiban looked at the whiteboard in front of Jiang Hao with a complicated expression. He really couldn't figure out why even the whiteboard that shouldn't make mistakes even made mistakes. He couldn't accept this at all!

"In the mahjong king winning cards just now, there are indeed white boards."

After listening to Hu Baiban's explanation, the onlookers recalled the three rounds that Hu Baiban won just now, and there were indeed whiteboards, and they all nodded in understanding.

"But facts are facts."

Jiang Hao stared at Hu Baiban who was in a tangle. He did not touch the whiteboard, and his whiteboard was indeed borrowed from Hu Baiban's mahjong.

It is undoubtedly a troublesome thing to hit a person, especially a person like Hu Baiban who has gone through ups and downs and has long looked down on everything. The simplest and easiest way is to crush his beliefs, and Hu Baiban's beliefs are undoubtedly It's a whiteboard.

So Jiang Hao came here and replaced the white board. The purpose was to make Hu Baiban lose his fighting spirit, and it was best not to be able to continue gambling.

"Can I see my Mahjong game?"

Hu Baiban cast his eyes on the mahjong that was buckled in front of him. According to the rules of secret playing, he could not open the mahjong in advance. He wanted to ask Jiang Hao for his opinion.

"up to you."

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand, and made a slight gesture of invitation. He did it quietly, even under the watchful eyes of others, it would not affect his stealing at all. Naturally, he didn't mind Hu Baiban checking his own The cards are up.

Snapped!

Hu Baiban took a deep breath, grasped the two ends of the thirteen cards with both hands, turned his hand slightly inward, and he deftly turned the mahjong over and placed it on the table.

"It was indeed almost won."

Looking at Hu Baiban's mahjong, everyone found that his cards were indeed the fourth dark fight that he was about to win, but it was a pity that Jiang Hao stopped him in the end.

"Just two whiteboards!"

Hu Baiban leaned back, sat weakly on the chair, rested his head weakly on the chair, and lay down on the chair in shock. He didn't expect that even his memory was the deepest, and he had never made a mistake since his debut. He didn't even memorize it well on the whiteboard, which made him feel deeply guilty and self-blame, and couldn't extricate himself from the pain.

"Two whiteboards?"

He Lang's face trembled violently. The pain from the wound on his face made him shudder, and he looked at the only buttoned card with fear in his eyes. If this card was opened, it would really What he got was a blank board, which means he lost!

lost!I can't lose, I must find a way to prevent Jiang Hao from winning, I can't just lose 2000 million.

He Lang's head became clear in an instant, and he couldn't just watch 2000 million flowing into Jiang Hao's pocket in vain.

What should I do?

He Lang was so nervous that his breathing became short of breath, he clenched his hands tightly, his fingers turned pale white because of too much force, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a waiter carrying a tray to a standing The spectators at the front of the gaming table were approaching the gaming table with drinks.

Got it!

He Lang's eyes lit up, but then dimmed. His eyes were fixed on the waiter holding the tray with one hand.

The waiter seemed to be aware of He Lang's gaze, and looked up at He Lang suspiciously. When he saw He Lang's gaze, he was slightly taken aback, and looked at Jiang Hao who was sitting in front of the gambling table with complicated eyes. He gave He Lang a understanding look, and continued to move towards the gaming table with the tray.

Jiang Hao, I want to see how you won this bet. If you want to win my money from He Lang, you won't even have a door.

He Lang stared at Jiang Hao with a sly smile, waiting for a good show to be staged. The waiters recruited by the Wild Wolf Gang for training are all selected and sensitive, and they have the interpretation of the meaning of eyes during the training. Walking around the casino all day long, he has long been familiar with the meaning of his every look, even the blink of his eyes. He believes that the younger brother has understood the information he conveyed accurately.

"Mahjong King, if you finish watching, I will open this last card."

Jiang Hao asked Hu Baibanzheng, who was lying on a chair with his eyes closed and his face full of pain.

"you drive."

Hu Baiban lifted his hand feebly, and put it on the armrest of the chair again. With so many people watching, Jiang Hao would not cheat, and it was impossible to cheat. The effect was the same whether he looked at it or not. Finally, why did I feel uneasy when I started the dark fight for the fourth time!

The situation is not right!

Jiang Hao was about to get up and reached out to touch the mahjong on the table, when suddenly he was keenly aware that someone was watching him with good intentions.

Today's Jiang Hao is not only sensitive in body, hearing, and vision, but also has a much improved perception of danger. He can clearly perceive a bad look in his eyes.

Jiang Hao froze in the air when he touched the mahjong, squinted his eyes and turned to look at the side that felt ominous, and saw the waiter dragging the tray and staring at him expressionlessly.

"Your drink."

Seeing Jiang Hao staring at him, the waiter hurriedly lowered his head with dodge eyes, picked up the juice on the tray pretending to be calm, and handed it to the person who asked for a drink.

"Okay, thank you."

The person who ordered the drink was standing in front of the table. At this moment, his attention was entirely on the gaming table, and he was concentrating on watching the mahjong that Jiang Hao was about to start. He stretched out his hand without looking back, without even looking at the waiter. , went to pick up the handed drink, he believed that the waiter would pass the drink to him, because this is what a good waiter should do.

"Give."

The corner of the waiter's mouth moved, revealing a hint of joy. He intentionally touched the drink cup to the hand stretched out in front of him. table.

"what!"

The waiter opened his mouth wide in feigned panic, and like a conditioned reflex, directly made a forward movement and rushed towards the gaming table.

The purpose of the waiter is very simple, to hit the gaming table with his own brute force, disrupt the mahjong on the gaming table, so that the game cannot continue, and all he is doing now is He Lang gave him an order.

"what."

The waiter took off the water glass full of fruit juice, and quickly smashed it on the gaming table. The sudden change made everyone who was standing in front of the gaming table jump up, and retreated reflexively.

But the waiter's forward body was hit hard by someone, and the forward movement accelerated a little bit. The waiter looked at the gaming table close at hand, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as someone bumped into the gaming table , Even if the gaming table is not knocked over, the purpose of destroying the mahjong layout can still be easily achieved.

If he ruined the bet, according to He Lang's character of distinguishing between rewards and punishments, wouldn't he give himself a large reward?The waiter rushed to the gaming table excitedly. In his eyes, the gaming table was no longer a gaming table, but a golden mountain shining with golden light, a golden mountain waiting for him to dig.