Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 252: Feelings of Winning
Hearing Zhou Fan's words everyone laughed, not least the curly-haired man.
"I'm Bin Throw, everybody calls me king of cards, you say as if you'd be from me, but I warn you, don't expect too much." The curly-haired man said with a cynical smile.
Zhou Fan did not care what he said, he just sat quietly in his place.
"I've come just to play, if you've brought everything here." Zhou Fan pointed at the bottle bottle before him, he looked unconcerned whether or not to lose.
"Haha... All right, let's get started." Bin Tuang said with enthusiasm.
"This is an eighth level moon pill, there are two in it. I've said two to one, you're one I'm two." Bin Tuang took out the pill in his bottle.
Zhou Fan pulled a slight corner of his lips, he felt the man before him was so confident towards him.
"Because you say so, I won't hesitate." Zhou Fan pushed the pill bottle containing the eighth level recovery pill.
While the people who surrounded them, exuded gluttony, it was eager for them to have such a pill.
The old man who had previously been told to become a croupier, still continued to shuffle the cards, whether it had been how many times his cards were shuffled.
"Select one card, and keep it in hand." The old man put the cards lined up from left to right.
Spontaneous Bin Pour looks at the collection of cards. His originally serious facial expression turned a confident smile, without hesitation he pulled the card by using his index finger.
"Now it's your turn. Don't rush, I'll wait." Bin Tuang displayed a mocking smile, another meaning of his words was Zhou Fan must be slow in determining the card he chose.
However that was not true, because Zhou Fan thoughtlessly pulled the right-most card. And that made Bin Pour almost choke.
"You sure?" Bin Tuang asked as if in doubt, but in his mind he pranced happily, feeling the eighth level recovery pill would be his.
Zhou Fan nodded, he did not remove the hand from the card, he pressed it on the table.
"Before opening, how do you want to play? The big one wins, the small one wins, or guess the card?" Old man displays card games that are often played.
"Big to win, guessing cards is too difficult for beginners. The biggest one he wins." Bin Pour answered quickly.
Zhou Fan nodded, he then glanced at the card under his palm. He himself did not know whether the cards were big or small, he just followed the game, and intended to seek entertainment.
Seeing Zhou Fan just nod, some people there hissed while saying that he was a foolish young man.
Bin Tuang deliberately suppressed the word novice, but the young man did not even reply.
Actually Zhou Fan also knew, but he wanted to defeat Bin Pour with his own game.
"Let's see what happens." Zhou Fan nodded with a meaningful smile.
Since it has been determined that the one with the biggest card is the winner, the old man grabs the Bin Pour card. But he did not open it immediately, he enjoyed the tense atmosphere that some people felt.
Plaque...
The old man flipped the cards so quickly, the inverted six figure was clearly visible there.
"Nine black."
Bin Tuang immediately put on a confident smile, she folded her hands in front of her chest with a condescending expression.
"Nine black, a pretty high number. There are only seven cards left so that he does not lose, at least if he gets nine he is still a draw with Mr. Bin Pour."
"Because the total number of cards there are forty, the ratio of him getting the number nine and above is 7/39, very difficult."
The changed old man turned his hand to Zhou Fan's card, slowly he pulled the card in front of his body.
Everyone who was there went along with the 'dag dig dug', feeling the tension. It was even more severe compared to Bin Tuang and Zhou Fan who looked ordinary.
Plaque...
The old man quickly turned over the card, but his hand was still closing, not letting the number be seen by everyone.
"You must be curious." The old man stroked his chin while raising his eyebrows.
"Fuck old man, open it fast or I'll strip you naked right now!"
"Based on the parents, it makes us anxious. Quickly open!"
Many more insults from some people there, as if they themselves are involved in betting.
"Hehe... It's not fun if it's opened." The old man did not turn his palm that was attached to the card
Slowly the old man began to shift his palm, one red-colored line was clearly visible.
"One? What I'm saying is, he's not gonna win."
Bin Tuang reappeared his grin, he was about to grab Zhou Fan's pill bottle, but got a check from the young man.
"Look more clearly" Zhou Fan said as he removed the old man's hand from the top of the card.
There was a zero behind the number one, making everyone who was there speechless without being able to say a word.
"Isn't ten bigger than nine? I mean I'm the winner." Zhou Fan grabbed a bottle containing two eighth level moon pills.
"Starter luck!" Bin Tung did not accept his defeat, he said that so that his pride was not tarnished.
The person there nodded, feeling that Bin Tuang's words made sense.
"If you dare play with me again." Bin Pour out two bottles at once. "In each bottle there are two eighth-level pills, you only need one pill to bet."
Bin Tuang sontak's words made Zhou Fan shook his head slowly. But unlike the people around him, staring at the envy of him who can bet with a ratio of four to one.
With only one eighth level pill, he had the chance to obtain four pills at once. Who would resist, one would think that person was extremely stupid.
Zhou Fan quite enjoyed the game, he felt comforted when he saw the annoyed face of the old man before him. And again the face of the envious face that always looked at him.
"Alright, I'll accompany the play." Zhou Fan set aside the bottle of pills he won, being to bet he still laid the eighth level recovery pill.
The old man again smoothed the cards, he shuffled and then arranged as before.
Without saying much, Bin Pour took one of the cards. Likewise with Zhou Fan who took randomly.
"Big, small, or guess what?" The old man again asked, but more shortened because it was explained in the first game.
"Big." Bin Tung still does not accept his defeat, he wants to prove to everyone that he is a real reliable player.
Zhou Fan nodded, he was going to follow the game Bin Pour, because by following his game, the feeling of winning was much more pleasant.
The old man got both cards with his hands, he then brought them closer to him.
He didn't put his palm to press, but he held the end of the card preparing to flip.
The atmosphere was again tense, some people were looking sweaty looking forward to who would get bigger cards.
Plaque!
The old man flipped over with a slight bang on the table, the numbers on each of the cards were clearly visible there.
Hayo loo who wins-_