"Chen Sui?"

This is a strange name, and Fernan's memory does not have any relevant information about him.

Long Si explained: "Chen Sui was a master of gambling in the Western Han Dynasty. Before Emperor Xuan of Han, Liu Xun, made friends among the people, often gambling together, and won a lot of money from Liu Xun."

"Later, Liu Xun ascended the throne, and granted him the title of Taiyuan County as the prefect of his country and enjoyed all his glory and wealth."

Fernan asked curiously: "His your gambling technique passed down?"

If what he said is true, then Chen Sui is from two thousand years ago.

No family school has achieved the two thousand years of inheritance except Kong Zhongni and Zhang Tianshi.

"Of course not."

Long Si explained again: "He was only regarded as his master by later generations, and his gambling skills had long been cut off. However, before him, the master of betting was not allowed to be on the table, and it was no different from the robbers who cried and thieves. But after him, the master of betting also had the possibility of becoming a success. Therefore, the master of betting later respected him as his master."

"The Bo family is not a school, it is just a loose organization for folk gambling masters to study thousands of techniques together. They prosper in prosperous times and decline in troubled times, and there is no inheritance of the same lineage."

"It's just that there have been masters who have been constantly summarizing and researching and innovating the techniques of their predecessors, so they have never disappeared."

"My thousand skills were learned from Xie An, the head of the Qianmen in the previous dynasty. His ancestors have been the first person in the Qianmen since Liao, and they have learned from others' strengths. They have made the world unique."

"So, I claim to be an orthodox blogger, and it's not considered an outspoken person."

"I see."

Fei Nan suddenly realized that he didn't know that Long Si's gambling inheritance still had this origin.

"And you?"

Long Si stared at him and asked, "Where did you learn your gambling skills?"

After a moment of embarrassment, Fenan smiled bitterly and said, "Fourth brother, I don't want to lie to you, but I actually taught myself."

"Self-study?"

Long Si thought to himself: "There are many factions in the Thousand Sects, and each family has its own essence, but the Three Dragon Society is indeed the ultimate trick of my master Xie family."

"No matter which one is, he will be very cautious when teaching genitals, especially the Xie family."

"Besides me, I really don't know that the master has accepted other apprentices."

Seeing him asking questions, Fenan shrugged helplessly: "I can only tell you that I learned it from a scroll."

No one believed the inheritance treasure chest and Long Si could not verify it, so Fernan told him directly.

"reel?"

Long Si thought thoughtfully: "The master seems to have mentioned that the gambling essences before the master's sect were recorded on a scroll, but they were lost in the Ming Dynasty, and the essences later were all written by the master."

After pausing, he asked, "What does that scroll you see look like?"

Fernan squinted his eyes and described: "The blue plaid skin is covered with rice paper inside."

"That's it."

Long Si sat upright and asked, "Where is that scroll?"

"I lost it."

Fernan didn't think about it.

"pity."

Long Si shook his head and sighed, suddenly feeling the burning fingers, but the cigar burned between his fingers.

After dusting the ashes, Long Si looked at Fei Nan again with a closer look, and said with a smile: "It seems that you and I are the same school as ours. It's really a wonderful fate."

"I'm just a wild path and can't be considered orthodox."

Fei Nan waved his hand and asked with a smile: "Fourth brother, why don't you take me away? I will be invincible when I learn from you!"

Long Si pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but you also know that I have already sworn to no longer accept disciples."

"And there is no certainty in gambling. There are thousands of people and thousands of faces, and my method may not be suitable for you."

"It's another matter whether it's suitable or not, just be willing to teach."

Fenan said with a smile: "How about this, you will teach me that I will win if I am invincible. If I don't take you as my teacher, wouldn't you break your oath?"

"You think beautifully!"

Long Si glared at him.

Fernan didn't care at all, picked up the wine glass and drank a sip of wine: "I have learned your gambling heritage, and I'm already half of your apprentice. It's nothing if you teach me one or two things?"

Long Si hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "I'll think about it!"

"good."

Fernan changed his mind and changed his mind to the topic, and said calmly: "By the way, I have something I have to tell you, that Luo Cha is dead."

"Dead?"

Long Si was stunned: "Have you arranged someone outside?"

"You don't have to worry about this. My hands and feet are clean and I will not leave any evidence, and it will not involve us."

Fernan waved his hand indifferently.

Seeing that he was sure of it, Long Si thought for a moment and nodded and said, "As long as the police station does not cause trouble, there is no problem. As for Dong Qishan, if he offended him this time, he might have to fight to the death."

"Are you afraid of him?"

Fernan asked him.

Long Si smiled indifferently: "If his father was there, I would be afraid of it. He himself might not be enough."

...

On the other side, in the backyard of the Emperor Casino, people were coming and going, and there was a panic.

Dong Qishan's face was gloomy and stood in the yard, looking at Luo Cha's lying on the ground, his bloody corpse, gritting his teeth and growling: "Who can tell me what's going on!"

Pete was not in the yard, but was locked in the room and brought into control.

His mental state was very unstable. The doctor said he was greatly frightened, and he should have been crazy about gaining and losing.

Du Baichuan and Zhao Chengyou stood aside, enduring their disgust and their faces were pale.

The trembling driver was pushed forward and replied tremblingly: "Master Dong, I don't know what's going on. Mr. Luo Cha was very angry when he first got in the car. He spoke some foreign words and cursed, but the young ones couldn't understand it."

"Middle back, Mr. Luo Cha suddenly went crazy and kept tearing his clothes."

"I didn't know what happened, so I parked the car and wanted to find a place to ask the doctor to show him."

"But before the little one opened the car door, he snatched Mr. Pete's dagger and opened his stomach in a flash."

"My mother! Mr. Peter fainted from fear on the spot. The young man was also frightened. Mr. Luo Cha was so cruel that his intestines and stomach dripped all over the carriage. He held the young man to see...dish!"

The driver retching twice, but he had already vomited clean on the way and only spit out two mouthfuls of sour water.

"I was afraid that the police would find out, so I drove the car back quickly, and I didn't go anywhere next to it."

...

After hearing his words, Dong Qishan's face became even more ugly.

Luo Cha is a British man, not a Neon man, so how could he have a caesarean section for no reason?

He looked at Du Baichuan: "Old Du, is he true?"

Du Baichuan subconsciously glanced at Luo Cha's body on the ground, suppressed his disgust and said, "Our car has been following behind. He said it is indeed fine, but we only learned that Mr. Luo Cha had committed suicide in the car after he came back."

"Fuck it!"

Dong Qishan was furious: "He was afraid of death, so why did he commit suicide? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

The anger burned, he pulled out his pistol from his waist, pressed it on the driver's head, and shouted: "Say! How did he die?!"
Chapter completed!