Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 253: The One Laughing At The End Is the Winner
"Haha... I know you're just lucky." Bin Tuang laughed as he grabbed Zhou Fan's pill bottle.
He got the number eight, while Zhou Fan was the number five, quite a distance between the two.
"Builder's luck does happen often, but after that it will not be repeated." One said as he looked at Zhou Fan.
"What's wrong, losing wins are commonplace in games." Zhou Fan shook his hand softly, showing that he did not mind.
Bin Tuang once again laughed, seeing Zhou Fan's such demeanor aroused his cunning thoughts.
"Alright, let's go back to betting. Just like before, I'm four you're one." Bin Tuang was very confident of his luck.
The curly-haired man thought the beginner's luck was drained out in the first game, and now is the time to turn things around.
"All right." Zhou Fan risked another eighth level recovery pill, there was still another one left besides the one he was going to bet on now.
At least for the ones on the table, while the supplies in his storage ring were still many eighth level recovery pills.
Zhou Fan played a few times, and he always lost, slowly the pill he took out on the table drained slowly.
The curly-haired man had already won around nine eighth-tier pill items, one less and the pill won would be even ten.
"It looks like his luck has run out and become misfortune, from the whole bet he only won once, that was the first time he played."
"If I were him, I'd leave after the won pill has returned to its original owner, so there's no need to lose."
Some people whispered to each other and began to doubt Zhou Fan's sanity, but the young man did not bother, he still shook the pill bottle that only one pill left in it.
"Let's continue." The curly-haired man raised next to his eyebrows, he was able to catch Zhou Fan's regretful expression.
In his mind he laughed in satisfaction, because he could reap so much profit. As long as he was immersed in the world of journalism, he had never obtained more than five pill items for a single day.
This was his first time, and he wanted to make his achievements a little higher, by depriving him of one remaining pill.
"This is the last pill I have, if I risk it, and lose. I no longer have a stockpile of pills, I need them on guard." Zhou Fan looked at the pill with a longing look.
"Tap - But if you give up, you'll lose the pill you've bet, you won't get it back." Bin Tuang said with a smile, although it appeared that he was giving advice, he was influencing Zhou Fan to play once more.
The people who were there only witnessed what step the young man would take. They were actually hoping for Zhou Fan to continue the game, but on one hand they also felt a little sympathy towards him.
"Isn't it better to have only one, than none?" Zhou Fan turned his head and looked at Bin Tuang.
The curly-haired man could not answer, if it was him he would have run away and would not have come back. But he is on the other side, of course he will suggest that we continue to move forward.
"Look, you're risking the rest of the pill in your hands, while I'm going to risk everything on me, how?"
Bin Tuang sontak statement made everyone's mind split, how could it offer a comparison that is so unreasonable, really crazy.
The curly-haired man was very confident in his luck, it was evident from the lucky victory he had achieved in the previous game.
He believed that his luck was still left, to add one pill he felt was not difficult.
Zhou Fan put on a doubtful face, even to say he was trembling slightly. "Ak - I'll think about it."
"No need to think, the benefits are in sight. It's a pity if it's just left to happen." Curly-haired man trying to advise.
Unknowingly, a sly smile was created on Zhou Fan's lips. In his heart he greatly admired Bin Tuang's bravery, or he would rather call it 'stupidity'.
"That new valiant young man, young man must be willing to bet, or life will not be fun." Bin Tuang smiled so widely, maybe even if the picture will form the letter 'U'.
Huhhhhh...
A few people there sighed, as if in disbelief that Zhou Fan chose to continue.
"It's still a good thing he has one eighth-grade recovery pill, but he's instead handed it to the gambling table." A middle-aged obedient man shook his head with a look so low towards Zhou Fan.
"Judi does have a bad impact, although winning at first, we will lose in the end. If a person does not have a strong determination, he will be trapped and continue to gamble even though he has to get the betting material from the wrong way." An old geezer with a bald head said so wisely.
However, that wise impression would be lost when he saw the bald old man sitting at the table playing cards. Not infrequently he threw a bag containing gold coins into the middle of the table for betting materials.
"Well, can I open the card?" The old man who became the croupier asked as he glanced at the cards in the hands of the two people.
"Open mine first." Bin Pour sliding cards under his hand.
The old man nodded, he then took over the card and brought it before him.
"Let's see, what number does Mr. Bin get." The old man said as if he was a host of a grand celebration.
Everyone was unable to contain the anxiety within them, curiosity continued to churn in their heads.
Plaque..
"Eight!" The old man exclaimed with a happy face. Even though it was not him who would win, he would get a share as a reward for being a croupier.
Bin Tuang showed a confident smile, with the number eight he believed in obtaining the final eighth level recovery pill.
Zhou Fan smiled faintly, no one knew the frown on the young man's lips. Everyone is more interested in the cards in his hand.
Without them all realizing it, the young man had remembered the outside of the card with the big numbers. There was no way he would just lose in vain, he was very sure of the cards he had in his hand otherwise ten would have been nine.
"Can we open it?" The old man glanced at the card in Zhou Fan's hand, while the young man did not reply, he simply shifted his hand.
That made Bin Tuang smile, he thought Zhou Fan was doubtful of his choice.
Zhou Fan let the curly-haired man enjoy the moment when he was still flying high. In his mind he said. "In a few moments I want to see the expression on your face that is so 'happy'."
Plaque...
The old man turned the card around, but as before. The palms were still in the way, making everyone impatient.
"You'd better throw a bottle in front of you to me, because the winner is - "
"Nine!"
Uhuk...
The curly-haired man spontaneously stood up from his seat, before he finished his words, he had to swallow the bitter pill.
Zhou Fan smiled, he then picked up the bottle on the table without exception. Looking at the curly-haired man who was still standing with his jaws hardened, Zhou Fan laughed.
"Remember the first rule, do not dodge when losing a landslide."