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Xicheng gambling house
Zhou Jia stood with his hands on the second floor and looked through the window.
"supervisor"
Wen Zhong’s face is full of sweat. From time to time, he wipes the low track with a handkerchief.
"That man has won 6 thousand yuan from entering the gambling house with a source of money, and he will even win more."
"hmm"
Zhou Jia nodded slowly.
Six thousand yuan stone is not a lot of confidence for gambling houses, and no matter who goes in or out, it can’t bear it
"Luo Feng is no match for him?"
There are only two people at the gambling table.
One of them is sitting in the gambling house, Luo Feng, but once the thousand-handed name is no longer there, but there is an iron hand name.
He had his arm amputated, and then he paid a lot of money to press a metal arm.
The strength is increasing instead of decreasing, but the method is too subtle.
With his experience in dealing with ordinary gamblers, Luo Feng is still as sure as a gun even if his arm is not good, but this time his opponent is obviously different
His opponent is a middle-aged man in his early forties, plain-looking, with a three-inch beard and triangular eyes flashing from time to time.
In a big robe, it’s skinny
"Wow …"
The noise rang again.
Sitting opposite the gambling table, Luo Feng looked cold and stared at each other with stiff eyes and nodded his head.
"I lost!"
"If it weren’t for people to break their hands, deacons in Los Angeles might not lose." Lou Wenzhong wiped the sweat and whispered.
"But now is no match for him."
"Did you find out the origin?" Zhou Jia’s feelings remain unchanged

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