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Chapter 1741 A Little Milk Baby Wearing a Golden Mask
Each table is assigned a casino boy who is responsible for rolling the dice.

They are all professionally trained.

When those dice are in the cylinder, you can tell whether they are big or small by distinguishing the sound.

In this world, not everyone is a gambler who takes chances.

There are always people who gamble twice, no matter whether they win or lose, they feel that it is meaningless and stop.

But if most people are like this, how can casinos make money?
Therefore, among the guests around the table, some were placed by the casino.

They are responsible for betting together with the money, or at critical moments, booing to make the bet big or small.

Generally, inexperienced guests do not realize that they have been bewitched.

I thought the atmosphere in the casino was boisterous, but it was.

Gong Yu Baozhu rested his elbow on the table, and rested his chin on the other small hand, his watery eyes swept over the bet money on the table.

At present, the number of bets for "big" is the most.

And among the guests around the table, there were some scratching their heads and looking bitter, they had already lost a lot.

There are also a few blushing, looking very excited and happy, indicating that they just won a little and are looking forward to the next game.

But there were a small number of three or four people who kept looking at the guests around them from the corner of their eyes.

Watch their purses and bets, these are the people in the casino masquerading as customers.

The little guy watched it in a circle, silently counting in his heart.

Play it big today!
She took out her small purse, considering how much to take out.

A while ago, my parents gave me a lot, my grandfather even gave me a lot, and my grandma also stuffed 500 taels of silver notes.

The purse is so bulging, it's hard for little hands to pick it out!
Bo Zili, who was standing beside him, had also looked at the situation clearly.

With a hook of his boots, he dragged the guest's bench next to him and put it under Gongyu Baozhu's buttocks.

The little guy was forced to sit on the chair immediately.

And the guest sat down subconsciously, but fell on his back!
"How do you snatch someone's stool! You're desperate, tired of work?" The man who fell down had a big belly, and after being helped up by the enchanting female dancer, he pointed at Bo Zili and yelled.

As soon as Bo Zili grasped his fingertips, he exerted a slight force in his palm.

There was a gentle and refined face under the mask, obviously with an intoxicating elegance, but there was a deep chill in his eyes.

"Is your name written on this stool?" Bo Zili's voice was cold, like a spring hitting a rock.

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then his fingers gradually ached!

He struggled back and forth in pain, but Bo Zili was extremely stable and held on.

Just when the man was unprepared, Bo Zili suddenly let go, and the man fell backwards with a slap.

The pain was so bad that the back of his head was about to crack!

He covered his head and looked at the long-clothed young master Yuguan looking down at him. The eyes behind the golden mask were so cold!
The man wanted to point at Bo Zili and yell at him, but he was afraid of being pinched by him, so after being helped up by the dancer, he put down his cruel words: "You wait for me!"

He turned away.

Bo Zili sneered.

Ant-like mortals.

The guests around the table would have been drawn to look away.

But at this moment, Gongyu Baozhu made up his mind, and with a "snap", 300 taels of silver bills were sold on the table.

The boy in charge of rolling the dice was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes, then looked at Gongyu Orb.

A baby milkman with a golden mask?

"Miss, you bet yourself? What about your family, do you agree to play?"

(End of this chapter)