Chapter 1602: Melee
In front of him, Cheng Boss lowered his voice.
"Two, our casino still has to feed so many brothers, it is really impossible to play... Please also raise your hands and let our casino make a living!!"
Feng Chenglin smiled and took the blood crystal coin: "It's easy to say, it's not easy for everyone... As the saying goes, if you don't know each other, we are also known as brothers...Ling Sanshao, what do you think? "
Ling Luoyu didn't receive the blood crystal coin, still with his hands around his arms, his lips curled with a wicked smile.
"Why? When I won the money, why didn't I see you thinking about whether I still have a way out?! Now that I have won, you just jump out and say that? That's good..."
She took a step back and turned to look at the gamblers behind her.
"Who among you lost money in this casino?!"
"I!"
"And I……"
"I……"
"..."
A series of "I" sounds sounded one after another.
Any serious professional gambler, unless he is the one favored by God, will only lose money.
Counting it down carefully, no gambler wins!
If the gamblers all win, what else does the casino open?
It is better to spread good wealth and buy a bodhisattva fame! !
Now that Ling Luoyu instigated, everyone raised their arms and shouted that they had lost.
Boss Cheng's face was very ugly: "Ling Sansao, what do you mean?"
"The meaning is very simple, if you let these people win back all the money they lost, I'll just let it go!!" Ling Luoyu's eyes flickered, and she looked awkward.
"it is good!!"
The gambler behind instantly called!
Of course this proposal is good! !
With such an old master here, they still worry about winning? !
Boss Cheng took a heavy breath and glanced around: "Ling Sansao, you are trying to restrain yourself!!"
Ling Luoyu spread out his palms indifferently, and said calmly, "What about...what about?!?"
At this time, she couldn't have the vulgarity of the local tyrants and outbursts, but she was full of cold and madness.
Feng Chenglin was speechless from one side, winking at him.
"San Shao, I think it's almost enough...People treat us well too!!"
"Get out!!" Ling Luoyu instantly cold eyes: "When I speak, is it your turn to speak?!"
Feng Chenglin's face suddenly turned blue and purple, and he subconsciously looked at the people behind him.
Under all eyes, he was scolded by Ling Luoyu, and naturally he couldn't get off the stage.
"Ling San Young Master, are you too much?! People have said a lot of good things, why are you still reluctant?!"
Feng Chenglin yelled in irritation, blushing and his neck was thick, and he pulled aside his posture properly.
"What does it matter to you if these people win or not?! You can just leave with your own money. What do you have to do with these moths?!"
"How do you say it?!" Someone in the gambler yelled instantly, "Dare you follow to win, and you want to drive away?!"
Seeing this, it seemed that Ling Luoyu had an obligation to take them to win money.
Feng Chenglin's face turned into blue-purple, he suddenly grabbed the tea cup on the table and smashed it at the speaker.
"What does it matter to you when I talk to Young Master Ling San?!"
"boom!"
The tea cup hit another person.
"What are you doing so badly?"
In the roar, something hit back.
Feng Chenglin was naturally not polite, picking up the stool beside him and smashing it over.
"I just smashed you, what happened..."
