517: C517 Not Good

C517 Not Good

After doing this, Shi Dali had obviously thought it through.

It was impossible for him to win. In any case, his cards were always smaller than Yamu's, so why did he have to fight in such a match?

If it was a competition with children, he could fool them a bit.

However, in the face of such an expert, any unnecessary actions seemed to be boring.

Therefore, a loss was a loss. It was only 300 million, so he could afford to lose.

He pushed out the chips and said what he needed to say. Shi Dali was about to get up and leave, causing Yamu to be completely stunned.

That's right, as King of Gambling's disciple from America, he had seen all kinds of opponents, but he didn't even frown when 300 million came up and directly pushed the chips out. This was the first time he saw such a person.

"What are you doing? What kind of joke was this? Who are you looking down on? "

As King of Gambling's disciple in America, Yamu would never allow anyone to offend his dignity!

But no matter how hard he tried to explain, Shi Dali was looking down on him. He didn't even look at him with his sunglasses on.

What was this?

Through the translator, Yamu immediately shouted with excitement.

Thus, Shi Dali was stopped.

"Like I said, no matter what, his cards are bigger than mine. If he wins, what's the point?"

Since that was the case, Teacher Shi was unhappy.

He had already been feeling extremely unlucky. In the end, he was still unwilling to admit defeat. Was there a problem with that?

Immediately, the translator explained Shi Dali's intention to Yamu.

After hearing it, Yamu's eyes revealed a hint of strangeness.

"How do you know the cards are smaller than mine?"

This question was truly strange. In the end, it was because there were too many chips for three hundred million, causing this method of admitting defeat to seem a bit unfathomable.

"What's with all the nonsense? If I say I'm young, I would definitely be young, but I still wouldn't believe it."

Being asked like that, Shi Dali's mood worsened.

He couldn't bear to lose three hundred million. The most important thing was that Mo Yuqing's safety was at stake. If possible, he would definitely want to win this match.

But, there was no other way!

"You don't have to admit defeat. I'm the most adept at convincing others. You said that your cards are always smaller than mine, right? I don't believe it. Let's turn the rules around. Whose card is small and who wins the match? "How about it?"

Seeing that Shi Dali was about to leave again, Yamu suddenly spoke.

Speaking of King of Gambling's disciples in America, their spirit was different. Shi Dali was completely convinced by the two words that were translated into him.

"Did he really say that?"

Staring at the translator, Teacher Shi was still not sure.

"Yes, Mr. Yamu's words are definitely true, but unfortunately …" No matter what, you will lose to him. The rules are not important. "

This translator was also very confident and used this opportunity to attack Shi Dali wholeheartedly.

When Shi Dali understood, he suddenly grinned and rubbed his hands.

"Haven't you tried this before? That's not good, right? "Why do I feel embarrassed …"

Shi Dali had tried his hand at the lounge before. With bad luck all over his body, his cards must be the smallest!

And under these circumstances, if the rules were changed, would it really be possible to turn the tide?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible.

However, whether the result was like that or not, it still needed to be tested.

"What a ridiculous fellow. Do you really think you can defeat me just like that? Why do you think you know that your cards are always smaller than mine? Don't you know that I am King of Gambling's disciple, Yamu? "

Seeing that Shi Dali really intended to agree to this rule, Yamu laughed happily.

There was no doubt about his arrogance.

Especially during the Gambling Competition competition this time, he just wanted to get first place in the competition and then fiercely slap China's gambling god face.

Thus, the rules were not important. Ability was his most confident trump card!

"Alright then. However, don't regret it when you lose later. Also, don't say that my victory is unfair."

Shi Dali said in sympathy to Yamu.

After this exchange, he felt that this kid was still pretty good. Although he was a bit heartless, but … This was a good thing!

"Hur hur, it's really interesting, interesting Chinese."

Yamu laughed. He had no idea where Shi Dali's confidence came from.

Just like this, under the agreement of both sides, the organizers also agreed to their request.

Whoever had the smaller cards would win!

No matter how the rules changed, Yamu couldn't lose to Shi Dali. After all, King of Gambling was a direct disciple of America's King of Gambling, and Shi Dali was an unknown brat.

Compared to this match, Wang Qi and Xue Pan on the other side basically attracted half of the audience's attention.

There was no helping it, the other spots were basically squashed, and only here were evenly matched. In addition, there were fellow sect disciples behind them, as well as Wang Family and tit for tat.

"This time, I will make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly."

Staring at Wang Qi, Xue Pan's emotions were completely stirred.

All these years, he had always been chasing Wang Qi, as if his Xue Family was always chasing after his Wang Family, but there was always a gap between them.

This time, they had a chance to compete against him. It could be said that he was extremely excited.

In comparison, Wang Qi was much calmer. After being silent for so many years, he was very confident in his own strength.

Defeating Xue Pan was another proof!

"Come, let me see your ability."

Wang Qi lowered his voice and said.

Just like that, their match began.1

Of course, the match between Shi Dali and Yamu had also begun.

"How do you want to play?"

Looking at Shi Dali, Yamu maintained the demeanor of an American disciple, so he was the first to ask.

"How about this, it's easier. We'll bet on it, then draw cards, with each person drawing one, who has the smaller cards … … Even if who won? "

At the end, Shi Dali looked at Yamu seriously.

Since things had gotten to this point, he was worried that Yamu would suddenly go back on his word. That wouldn't be fun at all.

"Hur hur, it is indeed quite interesting. Let's begin."

With a grin, Yamu felt that Shi Dali was just a clown.

No matter what, he would use his formidable strength to make this kid lose all his chips!

Almost immediately after he agreed, Shi Dali threw out his chips.

"How about this, I'll bet ten dollars on it. Let's try it out first."

They were quite nervous, Teacher Shi said.

However, these words made Yamu's mouth quiver.

For a competition of three hundred million gold coins, the two sides combined would have six hundred million gold coins.

This brat actually bet ten dollars?

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