The Cultivation Genius In City

"Well, that's what you said?"

Miyamoto was overjoyed. He quickly pointed to Aston Martin behind him and said loudly, "if you win, this car is yours..."

"No, no, no, I want a gift, not a bet." Chu fan shook his head.

Miyamoto Chuan was so angry that he clenched his teeth: "OK, I'll give you this car as a gift. Is it all right?"

"Thank you!" Chu fan smiled happily and stretched out his hand. "Bring me the car key and I'll drive it back to the mainland in a while."

Miyamoto Chuan threw the car key and sneered. The car is for you, but I'm afraid you don't have a chance to drive it. It's worth exchanging a car for the king's life!

At the thought that the famous King of murder was about to die in his own hands, Miyamoto could not wait to say, "now, can we gamble?"

"Not now." Chu Fan said solemnly, "I'm very busy. When I have time, I'll ask my secretary to call you... Oh, by the way, leave your contact information and you can go."

"Pooh!" Zheng Xueqi couldn't help laughing. Brother Chu was so funny that he wanted to kill Gong benchuan.

Even the cold and gorgeous he Bingqian couldn't help but turn up the corners of her mouth and glanced at Chu fan. This guy is so angry that it doesn't pay for his life.

Miyamoto Chuan is stupid. What's so special? My car has been sent out. Do you want me to wait? This has to wait until the monkey years?

"You're kidding me?" Miyamoto kawawa's eyes were red and angrily said, "Chu, you're going to gamble with you now. If you refuse, you won't be raised by your parents."

"Gong benchuan!" he Bingqian frowned and was about to teach him a lesson. Chu fan suddenly stretched out his hand to interrupt her.

Chu fan's eyes were calm, not angry or smiling, but gave people a depression that a storm was coming and the sky was shrouded in haze. Even he Zixiong, who had seen countless big scenes, couldn't help turning pale. His evaluation of Chu fan was improved. At the same time, he was secretly worried about Gong benchuan.

This guy is making a big mess this time. If he dies in where, how can he tell Naoto Miyamoto?

"Since you are in a hurry to die, I will help you." Chu Fan said faintly, "I bet with you, bet my life!"

In the face of the pressure brought by Chu fan, Miyamoto also regretted a little, but at this time, he had to send: "very good, Mr. He, can you borrow his venue?"

"This..." he Zixiong was a little embarrassed. "Both of you calm down and have something to say..."

"Don't bother, just here." Chu fan turned back and held out his hand to the bodyguard standing on Zheng Juncheng's side. "Lend me your revolver."

The bodyguard was surprised. How did Chu fan know he was wearing a revolver? You know, he never took out this gun in front of Chu fan. However, under the instruction of Zheng Juncheng, he took out the gun and handed it to Chu fan.

Chu fan quickly took out all six bullets in the revolver, then twisted one and stuffed it in, quickly turned the revolver, closed the gun with a slap and handed it to Gong benchuan. He said faintly, "don't you want to gamble your life? Let's play with this. Life and death are safe."

This is the real gamble, but it is completely different from Miyamoto's idea. He wants to play Pai Gow, dice, playing cards and so on. Who wants to bet with you? It's special. It's all luck. How can there be any technical content?

However, this kind of play is indeed a kind of gambling. Who asked him to gamble his life?

After pondering for a while, Miyamoto Chuan handed the gun to Chu fan and said coldly, "you put forward the playing method. You should come first."

He thought that Chu fan would refuse, so that he could push the boat with the water and ask for another way to gamble. To his surprise, Chu fan actually took the gun, aimed it at his temple and buckled it five times in a row.

"Click, click, click!"

After five empty rings in a row, Chu fan was safe and sound. Then he handed the gun to Miyamoto Chuan and said with a smile, "now it's your turn."

Miyamoto Chuan was stupid. It was so special. His life was too big. He didn't die after firing five shots in a row. The bullet must be on the last shot. He was bound to die.

What should I do? It's a dead end to continue gambling. If you don't gamble, I'm afraid you can't stay in the gambling world in your life.

For a long time, Gong benchuan trembled and took the gun, but suddenly pointed the muzzle at Chu fan and pulled the trigger. The "click" sound was still empty, and there were no bullets at all.

Chu fan turned and asked, "Mr. He, is this a violation?"

He Zixiong didn't expect such an outcome, but Miyamoto's move was indeed illegal. In desperation, he had to harden his head and nod: "yes, Miyamoto Chuan violated the rules. He lost."

"No, I didn't lose, he cheated." Gong benchuan was anxious, mercilessly smashed the gun at Chu fan, and quickly took out the pistol in his pocket. At this moment, Chu fan had pulled the gun out of the pocket of the bodyguard and put it on his forehead.

The speed was too fast. Miyamoto Chuan's hand had not been taken out of his suit pocket. The cold barrel was on his forehead. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe and move. He was sweating all over.

"Do you think there's no bullet in the gun?" Chu fan sneered and handed the revolver hit out by Miyamoto to to he Bingqian, saying faintly, "miss he will be a notary to see if there's any bullet in it?"

In front of everyone, he Bingqian opened the bomb compartment. At the position facing the barrel, there was a yellow bullet and a shallow impact pit at the bottom. Obviously, there were not only bullets in it, but also the shot fired by Miyamoto Chuan towards Chu fan.

As for why the bullet didn't ring, we don't understand.

"Gong benchuan, what else do you have to say?" Chu fan asked disdainfully.

Gong benchuan was silly and looked at the revolver in he Bingqian's hand. There was a bullet in it, but why didn't it ring?

"Willing to gamble and admit defeat. If you have no objection, die."

"No, don't shoot." Miyamoto sank to his knees with a plop and hurriedly said, "I... I can redeem my life with money. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to give you all my savings."

"Take the money. If I'm not satisfied, I'll refuse you to redeem yourself." Chu fan takes the gun back.

Gong benchuan didn't dare to neglect. He quickly took out his bank card and said, "there are 300 million dollars in it..."

Seeing Chu fan's muzzle raised slightly, Miyamoto Chuan was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "on Hong Kong Island, I still have several very good stores, worth more than 50 million US dollars."

"Your life is not worth 400 million dollars?" Chu fan put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead and sneered, "keep the money for yourself."

"Wait, wait!" Gong benchuan was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "I... I can call my master and he will pay to redeem me."

"OK, call." Chu fan takes the gun back.

Soon, Miyamoto Chuan made a phone call and said for a while. He looked at Chu fan timidly and handed over his mobile phone: "my master said he wanted to talk to you directly."

"I don't like Japanese people. You tell him that if you want to live, call me a billion dollars right away, or I'd rather kill you."

Gong benchuan quickly spoke to the phone. For a long time, he was relieved and said, "give me your bank card account and my master will transfer it to you."

"Use mine." Zheng Juncheng took out a bank card and handed it to Gong benchuan. After about ten minutes, Zheng Juncheng received a text message and nodded to Chu fan: "yes, a total of one billion dollars."

Chu fan nodded and said to Miyamoto: "Congratulations, don't die."

Before Miyamoto Chuan could breathe a sigh of relief, he listened to Chu fan continue: "however, the capital crime is avoidable, and the living crime is inevitable. Do you want your left hand or your right hand?"

Miyamoto Chuan's face changed greatly, surprised and angry: "you... You don't promise."

"Credit?" Chu fan sneered, "I said I wouldn't kill you, but did I say I didn't want your hand? Don't talk nonsense. If you annoy me, maybe it's not just your hand."

"Mr. Chu, you have to forgive others. Give me a face and forgive him this time." he Zixiong advised.

Chu fan sneered, "give you a face? Did you give me face just now? If I lost, would you plead for me?"

"Chu fan, you..." he Zixiong didn't expect that Chu fan not only didn't give him face, but also scolded him so impolitely, but he couldn't say a retort.

Who made him so rude to Chu fan before? Moreover, Chu fan is right. The one who really wants to lose is Chu fan. He Zixiong doesn't necessarily plead for him.

Chu fan glanced at him disdainfully, and his eyes fell on Gong benchuan again. He sneered: "you came to challenge me. If you win, will you choose to ask for money or my life? It's good for me to let you buy back your life with money. Do you think I'll let you go back completely, regroup and challenge me again?"

"Chu fan, I'll give you the money. Can't you buy me a hand?" Gong benchuan handed out the bank card he had just collected, but then Chu fan grabbed his arm and kicked it out.

Miyamoto Chuan was kicked more than ten meters away like a ball, fell heavily outside the gate, opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood, and fainted directly. In Chu fan's hand, he also grabbed one of his arms, shoulder length and broken, bloody and cruel.

This skill completely restrained everyone present, especially those of he family. When they looked at Chu fan again, they were as frightened as if he was a devil. No one dared to look at him.

He Zixiong sighed to himself that Miyamoto kawawa was completely abolished, but he was completely to blame for his end today. No wonder others. But he is Naoto Miyamoto's disciple after all. It's better not to offend him too much.

But when he was ready to take the broken arm from Chu fan, he saw Chu fan holding the broken arm, throwing it out, and falling into the dog cage at the door of the villa.

Several mastiff dogs rushed up madly, tore a broken arm to pieces in the blink of an eye, and even chewed the bones and swallowed them.