Killer in the Coffin

The gambling competition in the hall continued. There were only a dozen or so minutes left, but there was no tension in the air.

Tom was the only one who was nervous.

Since he was so old, it was rare for him to be so serious in doing one thing. He carefully held an unlocking gun and slowly unlocked it. His attentive look attracted a lot of loose women who came over to cheer him on.

At this moment, Russell had completely forgotten about Tom. He was drinking one glass after another among a group of aristocrats, trying to seduce every man who wanted to get her into bed.

The pervert also took advantage of the time where no one was fighting with him to help the waiter count all of his gambling money. This time, it actually earned ten million dollars.

No wonder someone said that if you wanted to make money, you could earn money from those rich people who held the wealth of the world. As long as you earned money from one of those people, you could make a name for yourself among the poor, and that was faster than just keeping to yourself and making money for the masses.

The pervert didn't know that because of the "small amount of money" he made, Tom was being beaten … Even leading his family down the path of destruction!

In the hall, the nobles no longer cared about whether Tom would be able to bear the money for tonight's drinks. They drank a lot of famous wine, the tens of millions of beauties in the bar being slowly emptied out by them. This was a terrifying figure for a high school student.

Even the rich did not meet with special festivals and rarely spent such a large amount of money.

At this moment, Tom didn't care about anything else. After learning the previous three lessons, his unlocking efficiency had improved quite a bit. He quickly unlocked four locks, and in less than five minutes, everyone in the hall once again felt that this gamble was worth it.

Twenty minutes had passed, and there were only three locks left. If Tom could unlock two more in five minutes, the scales might be restored to him.

"Smothering wood, don't you know how to use other methods? The same trick you used to go back and forth was seen through by others." Nong Xuejia gave Wei a new nickname.

"Only three locks left …" We won't really lose, will we? " Julian. Grayson also began to feel uneasy, his heart heavy.

"Don't worry, it should be fine." The pervert, who was drinking hard, answered with uncertainty. The lock was set by Wei Yiyi, who knew what he was up to.

"What do you mean by 'should'? This lady's fate is all in the last three locks! " Nong Xuejia repressed Wei Yi's hand that was about to drink again. "Quickly tell me, did you modify the last three locks or did you just use some external means like before?"

"Don't worry, you'll know in a while."

The pervert secretly called out to Wei Yi, hoping to get Wei Yi's explanation as well. This way, he could find those arrogant young masters and have a wager with them.

Without a satisfactory explanation from Wei Yiyi, it didn't dare to gamble with those people, lest it spit back what it had won with great difficulty.

Wei Yiyi only chuckled, but did not respond to the pervert.

Wei was very confident in the following gambling matches, but he didn't want to tell the pervert so it wouldn't know the ending and then go around looking for people to gamble with.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Nong Xuejia pointed at Tom and said, "I've already undone one. There are only two left!"

"Let's let him feel a bit of accomplishment first. It'll be fun when he loses later on." The pervert responded, cursing Wei Yiyi in his heart, because Wei Yiyi had mimicked him in pretending to be unconscious, not telling him the secret of the last lock.

The pervert's hopes were now in the last lock, which, as Wei Yiyi had said, was the key.

"Crack!"

The ninth lock had been unlocked by Tom, and the outcome of the bet was about to be decided!

"Mr. Tom has unlocked the ninth lock. There are only seven minutes left!" Without waiting for the timer to call, she shouted excitedly. As long as Tom won the next match, she would definitely get a good tip tonight.

"I think that Chinese kid is dead for sure!"

"That's right, it's just a few tricks to go back and forth. It's not like the person behind the Unlock Grandmaster at all."

"Should we go and gamble with him to win back the money he won from us?"

"It's best that we don't go. The competition is about to come to an end, we can't make an arrogant conclusion about what's going to happen in a moment. If we go over and meet with bad luck, we'll be asking for trouble."

"That's reasonable. The rules of the club allow customers to make mistakes like 'fight' and 'fight'. As long as the troublemakers don't use guns, those who don't die will be fine."

The nobles in the hall were all discussing amongst themselves, looking at Wei Yi and Tom as if they were waiting for a good show. Most of them were looking towards Tom, because Tom represented the face of an English nobleman.

As for the unknown Wei Yi, he represented a nameless scoundrel in all of China. If Tom lost to someone like Wei Yi, they would lose face as well.

He straightened up, stretched his joints, and sneered at Wei Yiyi, "I'll give you one more chance. Spit out the money you just won from everyone, then crawl under my crotch, call me grandpa three times, and clear out tonight's drinks. I'll let you lose more decently."

"That's right. Someone is using the opportunity of going to the toilet to go to the front desk to settle the bill and then slip away like a dog. Maybe I can pretend that I didn't see him." Luo Susu looked at Nong Xue Jia complacently. Although she did not mention her name, anyone with a discerning eye would know that she was referring to Nong Xue Jia.

"Chinese, if you claim to be an 'East Asian sickman', the money I lost just now can be considered as your reward!" Tom's companion also joined in the commotion, looking at Wei Yi with unfriendly eyes.

The crowd burst into an uproar. The air suddenly turned cold, as if a sharp blade had cut across the hearts of the crowd, causing them to feel inexplicably scared.

The hall immediately became silent, with only the sound of music in the background.

This guy deserved to die!

Everyone secretly cursed the one who had spoken so viciously. What the hell was going on? Tom's buddy actually dared to say something that discriminated against famous families, and it was even in the aristocratic circle. This would lead to a serious consequence, and if it was exposed, it might lead to a diplomatic dispute.

Everyone on Earth knew that Chinese civilization had been invaded before. "East Asia's Sick Man" was the shame of that era.

But now, China was no longer that country that could be casually kneaded. If someone dared to insult the Asians like this, they would definitely be drowned in the saliva of the Asians, causing the country behind the speaker to be under pressure.

Even Russell, who disliked Wei Yi, frowned. Although she disliked Wei Yi, he didn't dislike the fact that he was an Asian.