The moment she stepped into the club, Lan Youyou's beautiful willowy eyebrows wrinkled.
It was obvious that she didn't like this foul atmosphere. And the group of stinky men who made her want to poke their eyes blind at first sight!
As for the group of coquettish women, Lan Youyou couldn't wait to tear off all the poor coverings on their bodies.
Lan Youyou hoped that Feng Xinglang would take her to a quiet place, a place where there were only the two of them. No matter how luxurious or simple it was, as long as she could spend the night with him.
Feeling Lan Youyou's unhappy mood and the resistance to retreat, Feng Xinglang stretched out his long arm and gently put it around her waist.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? "
"Feng Xinglang, why did you bring me here? You know I don't like this kind of dirty place! "
Even when Lan Youyou was angry, she still had her beautiful and moving side.
"How can this kind of place be dirty? Even if it's not very clean, it's better than Night Manor! Miss Lan Youyou played the piano in Night Manor for more than half a month! Why didn't you dislike Night Manor at that time? "
Feng Xinglang let out a faint, cold smile. He reminded Lan Youyou at any time and any place: You still owe my brother a blood debt!
Lan Youyou's delicate face instantly froze. She knew that Feng Xinglang hated her, but she was alarmed that Feng Xinglang hated her so much at any time and any place! As long as he was with her, he seemed to be full of hatred!
"All right, let's earn some money for supper and leave! Be good! "
Seeing that the woman had obediently quieted down, Feng Xinglang coaxed Lan Youyou and walked inside with his arm around her waist.
The waiter came up and Feng Xinglang handed over the suitcase in his hand.
"A suitcase full of US dollars! You've never seen so much money, have you? Go and exchange it for chips for me! "
Of course, Feng Xinglang was acting. He looked like he was a big shot!
He played the role of a nouveau riche second generation vividly. Perhaps he only had one purpose, to attract others' attention.
The waiter just smiled professionally: They dealt with money every day. This little money was enough for one or two bets.
But the one who came was God. They would not despise the poor and love the rich. At least not on the surface.
Feng Xinglang looked around. Poker cards, dice, roulette, all kinds of instruments were spinning. Thousands of people were screaming, sighing, cheering, women were screaming, men were roaring, and so on. All of these intertwined and formed a rotten smell of money.
Feng Xinglang saw the Italian! He was surrounded by three people, some near and some far away.
One of them was leaning against the wall like a wire pole. He looked like an idiot looking straight ahead, just like Cong Gang! He should be the professional killer that Ye Shinian mentioned.
Feng Xinglang wrapped his arm around Lan Youyou's slender waist and walked towards Italy.
The waiter followed him with the exchanged chips.
Actually, the leather suitcase that Feng Xinglang handed over was empty. They were just props for the show. However, the chips on the waiter's plate were quite impressive. It looked like there were at least twenty to thirty million.
"I respect all of you! I'll play with you guys! "
Feng Xinglang pushed out two million worth of chips like a big boss.
They were playing five-card stud. It was simple and convenient. The rules of the game were also simple.
Card Comparison: Straight Flush > Quad > Fulhaus > Flush > Straight > Triple > Two Pair > Single > Scatter.
Number Comparison: A > K > Q > J > 10 > 9 > 8 > 7 > 6 > 5 > 4 > 3 > 2
Pattern Comparison: Spades > Hearts > Clubs > Diamonds
Playing this game well required a good memory, comprehensive judgment, calm analysis, and some luck.
And these were all things that Feng Xinglang had.
However, the Italian obviously looked down on Feng Xinglang's vulgarity. It was as if he was afraid that others did not know that he was a nouveau riche.
But who's money was not money, and it was not difficult to win!
Feng Xinglang won the first round. He won as much as ten million.
It seemed that the Italian was not in a hurry. He looked calm and collected, as if he was waiting to catch a big fish with a long line. Perhaps from his point of view, a nouveau riche like Feng Xinglang needed to be given a little something to make him lose even more happily!
But then, Feng Xinglang's mind did not seem to be on the card, and he began to bite Lan You's ear.
With a hook of his strong arm, he hooked Lan Youyou, who was beside him, into his embrace. His small arm wrapped tightly around her chest, pushing them up. In addition, Lan Youyou was wearing a long Xiong dress. That posture that was about to come out made all the men present feel as if their blood was surging.
"Baby, let me guess the color of your clothes below."
Feng Xinglang's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the men present to hear. The Italian seemed to be able to understand a few words of Chinese, and looked over with a wolfish gaze.
Lan You was startled, as if she did not expect that the current Feng Xinglang would have such a wicked time.
The way he hugged her seemed to be the same as before.
Lan You's beautiful eyes squinted at Feng Xinglang, her charming eyes like silk, "Then let's go home! I'll let you see as much as you want when we go home! "
"How boring!" Feng Xinglang laughed evilly.
"Ah …"
Following Lan You's bone-piercing scream, all the men's gazes focused on her again.
Because Feng Xinglang's hand had already reached into a place where it should not be. "So it's black … Good girl! I like the color! "
Actually, Feng Xinglang did not know what color it was. He was just casually saying a few words.
Everyone thought that Feng Xinglang had directly pulled out Lan You's small underwear, and one by one became even more uneasy. Especially the Italian near Lan You, his eyes seemed to be emitting sparks.
Feng Xinglang had only ruthlessly pinched Lan Youyou's buttocks, using enough strength to make her scream.
Sure enough, Lan You's scream successfully attracted the Italian's gaze, and it was a gaze that was about to emit fire!
In most cases, a gambler was inseparable from love and lust. This Italian would not be an exception.
Suddenly, almost in an instant, Feng Xinglang, who was just playing happily with Lan You, suddenly became violent in the next second. He jumped up from his seat, his upper body crossed the gambling table, and grabbed the Italian's collar. Then, a heavy right hook aimed at his cheek …
To be honest, the Italian was really stunned by Feng Xinglang's quick punch!
Wasn't this scene changing too quickly?
Just a moment ago, his blood was boiling with passion with this indescribably beautiful woman next to him, so why did a fist suddenly hit his cheek?
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