"Oh, you're right!" Yang Ming nodded in agreement after listening to Klass's words.
"Hehe …" Klass was overjoyed. Does Yang Ming mean that he doesn't want any cards? Then, isn't I going to win? Wahahahahaha! Yang Ming, oh Yang Ming, you are still too inexperienced to fight with me!
Although I was at a disadvantage in this round, I finally succeeded in reversing the situation. I am the big winner! Wahahaha, that's great!
"This is the last round. I don't want to waste all my previous efforts, so I've decided! I want another card! "After Yang Ming finished speaking, he smiled gratefully at Klass.
"Ah?" Klass's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were wide open. Want another card? Did I hear it wrong? Didn't he decide? He shouldn't want another card. Why does he want another one?
"I thought that I already had a lot of cards in my hand, so I didn't want any more. But after hearing what you said, I thought it was right. It's the last round, so I have to gamble. Otherwise, all my previous efforts will be wasted!" Yang Ming said seriously, "This way, my chances of winning will be higher …"
Klass almost cried after listening to Yang Ming's words. My chances of winning will be higher if I gamble? It seems that my words have the opposite effect? Yang Ming didn't intend to continue asking for cards, but my words made him change his mind?
Motherf * cker, what the hell is this? Isn't this a joke? How does this Yang Ming's brain work? Is he really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Why is my mouth so cheap? Will it kill me to keep my mouth shut? Why did I have to say a few more words?
In fact, what Klass didn't know was that it was completely useless for him to say this sentence. Yang Ming deliberately wanted to mess with him and make him feel uncomfortable. If he didn't speak, Yang Ming would say that his original intention was to ask for another card.
In that case, Klass would be equally depressed. He would hate himself for not being more talkative and persuading Yang Ming.
This was exactly the effect that Yang Ming wanted. Let this guy have a bellyful of evil tricks. If he didn't mess with him, who else would he mess with?
"Hmph." Klass's expression was very bad, but there was no other way. The facts were right in front of him. His loss was a foregone conclusion that could not be changed.
After that, there was basically no point in continuing to gamble. Klass was a little bored, but on second thought, wouldn't it be fine if he could trick Yang Ming into asking for more cards and then make him explode?
Thinking of this, Klass regained some confidence and tried to smile at Yang Ming, "Yeah, but your trump card isn't that big. You should use it as a point, right?"
"Yes." Yang Ming didn't hide it and nodded. In fact, this was also obvious. Yang Ming's face card was a ten of diamonds. No matter what the bottom card was, his face value was already more than ten points, so this Ace of Hearts must be used as a point.
"So I think that in this case, you might as well strike while the iron is hot and ask for another one," said Klass.
"Oh, you're right." Yang Ming nodded and said, "Then I'll ask for another one! Dealer, deal the cards. "
The dealer gave Yang Ming another card. It was an Ace of Diamonds.
"Huh?" Yang Ming pretended to be surprised as he looked at the card in front of him, "Why is it another Ace?!"
Klass was very excited to see that his scheme had succeeded. It seems that Yang Ming is really easy to fool. He believed what I said and asked for another one.
"Ha, it seems that Mr. Yang's luck is quite good!" Klass laughed, "Then, do you still want to continue asking for cards?"
Klass's meaning was already very obvious. That is, your luck is very good. Naturally, you have to continue.
"Yeah, Mr. Klass, you're right. My luck is already very good!" Yang Ming nodded and said with conviction.
Klass listened to Yang Ming's words and showed a satisfied smile on his face. However, Yang Ming's next words made it too late for him to cry!
Yang Ming continued, "Thank you for your reminder. A person's luck can't be good all the time, so I've decided that I don't want it anymore."
Klass was going crazy. Is there a problem with Yang Ming's comprehension ability? What I said was already very clear. Could it be that he didn't understand? It was the same in the past and now. It seems that I can't say anything suggestive in front of him at all. This Yang Ming has a problem with his intelligence. He can't understand hints. I can only say things clearly!
Of course, Klass was just viciously criticizing. He naturally didn't really think that Yang Ming had a problem with his IQ or poor comprehension ability. Otherwise, the boss behind him wouldn't have spent so much effort to deal with Yang Ming.
In his opinion, it was probably because Yang Ming was Chinese. Although his English was very good, he couldn't understand some of the hints that were not very clear.
Klass didn't think so much before. He thought that since they were at the gambling table, the dealer and Smith definitely couldn't understand Chinese, so Klass chose to speak English. Now it seemed that it was necessary for him to speak Chinese to Yang Ming!
"Don't you want to think about it?" Klass didn't give up.
"Halt," Yang Ming smiled and said to the dealer.
"Sir, do you still want a card?" The dealer nodded and asked Klass.
Klass knew what the next card was. If he wanted it, he would definitely lose. It didn't make any sense at all whether he wanted it or not. He said with some resentment, "No, halt!"
"Well, please reveal your cards," the dealer said after listening to Klass's words.
Seeing Yang Ming's trump card, Klass said with some frustration and indignation, "I lost."
"Hehe, in this way, won't my friend be free?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.
"It's like this." Klass was very depressed. He had a good plan, but he didn't expect Yang Ming to win two games in a row and reverse the situation all of a sudden.
It seems that I should consider forcing Yang Ming to stay.
"Mr. Yang, you gambled on behalf of your two friends in these two games. Now that both of us are even, shouldn't we have a fair bet again? "Klass pretended to be addicted to gambling and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Oh, is that so?" Yang Ming glanced at Klass with interest. It seems that this kid really doesn't give up!
"Bro, don't bet with him!" Zhang Bin was anxious when he saw that Yang Ming didn't refuse directly. It was not easy to exchange for such a good situation. Don't lose it again!
Zhang Bin was also anxious for a while, but Zhang Bin's words had already expressed his meaning, so he didn't say anything else.
Klass frowned when he saw Zhang Bin making trouble. If he had known earlier, he would have asked someone to tape their mouths so that they wouldn't cause trouble.
"Mr. Yang, what do you think?" Klass pretended not to hear Zhang Bin's words and continued to ask.
Yang Ming gestured for Zhang Bin to be quiet, then smiled and said to Klass, "Your proposal is very good, but what should we bet this time? You have already lost the bet in your hands to me. "
"Hehe, as I said, I like excitement and adventure!" Klass laughed, "Of course, it's still a bet with our lives!"
"Bet with our lives? You want to bet your life with me? Then whose life should I use? Both of them? "Yang Ming pointed at Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang.
"Ah … Mr. Yang, you won't risk your friends again, right?" Klass was stunned. He didn't expect Yang Ming to say this! His original intention was to let Yang Ming gamble with his own life!
"Just kidding," Yang Ming said faintly, "Well, since you like to bet with your life, then let's bet with our lives!"
"Well, it seems that Mr. Yang is also a gambler!" Klass was very happy when he heard Yang Ming agree. He had already thought about it. This time, no matter what, he had to seize the initiative. Even if he was shameless, he had to choose whether to ask for the cards first or second!
"Hehe …" Yang Ming smiled and didn't answer.
"Mr. Yang, what are we playing this time? Are we still playing Blackjack? "asked Klass.
"Oh, let's change the game this time." After Yang Ming finished speaking, he stood up and walked to Smith. When everyone was wondering what Yang Ming was going to do, a pistol appeared in Yang Ming's hand.
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