When Su Mu proposed to bet the life of Minamoto Yoshiaki with Tiangong Group.

Everyone outside the sect, including Jiang Wangshu, almost had their jaws dropped in shock.

Tiangong Group!

The world's third-ranked super heavy industry group holds patents that even many aristocratic families in the Inland Sea covet.

But now, Su Mu actually used one word as a bet.

Why?

Why?

Who is this Su Mu?

Even the head of the Yu family, who has undisputed absolute control over the Tiangong Group, would not dare.

Because the highest level of the imperial capital will intervene.

But now, Su Mu did just that.

Who is this Minamoto Yoshiaki?

Is he worth the price?

Equally shocked was Minamoto Yoshiaki.

But more yes, it's anger.

Baga!!

This damn thing.

How dare he humiliate me like this?

His life is far more important than a Tiangong Group.

What Japan Fuso lacks is not this so-called alloy steel technology.

"You dare to humiliate me?"

Staring at Su Mu angrily, Yuan Yoshiaki looked furious.

But Su Mu didn't look at him at all, but looked at Feng Siming.

Feng Siming weighed it and then said calmly:

"Okay, I agree."

Minamoto Yoshiaki...!

Su Mu then chuckled and raised his hand to signal the elderly dealer in the middle to start without even looking at Yuan Yoshiaki.

It's just a puppet.

Not even a puppet.

For some reason, Yang Jiyan's eyelids suddenly twitched slightly.

Why do you feel a little uneasy?

Looking at Pei Mingqiu, Chu Lexian, Ji Lang and others beside him, they couldn't hide their excitement, and he felt even more guilty.

At his level, no detail could escape his eyes.

Su Mu, that's too casual.

So casual that I don't even care.

There must be something wrong with this.

Or, he is confident and has nothing to fear if he loses.

Or, he simply didn't pay attention to the people present.

In other words, he is sure of victory.

The scariest thing is that this is a trap.

Su Mu casually put a spot on the ground and said, "Come, dig here. There is gold."

And they picked up shovels and started digging.

How about digging your own grave?

Yang Jiyan knew this Yuan Yiming very well.

This guy was born into a noble family in Fuso, Japan, and his family has a long history. He also practiced ninjutsu. He was a genius when he was young and had great abilities.

Just as Su Mu guessed, Minamoto Yoshiaki was one of the executors of the Broken Dragon Plan.

Why did Pei Mingqiu choose stud as the first game?

Because Yoshiaki Minamoto has at least seven or eight gambling king titles.

In Southeast Asia and the Far East, he has been the super gambling king for ten consecutive years.

Even on the roster of the White Club, he is a specially marked person.

The so-called meeting gods and killing gods is nothing more than that.

There were even ancient warriors who couldn't win against him in bets.

Minamoto Yoshiaki has a unique skill called listening to the wind and identifying cards.

When checking a deck of cards, he can remember the slight difference in sound between each card.

Therefore, as long as he has checked the poker, no matter how you shuffle it, he can accurately know the value and suit of each card with his eyes closed.

Even if the ancient warrior could use his mental power to detect his trump card, he could not follow the opponent when his cards were good.

The old dealer finally confirmed:

"Boy, do you have any other comments or requests?"

Su Mu nodded quickly:

"No, I wanted to have a drink, but I was afraid your casino would poison me."

Old dealer...!

He could only look at Minamoto Yoshiaki.

Minamoto Yoshiaki had completely calmed down, as if he had never been angry before.

"Let's get started."

The old croupier waved, and two strong men in black brought a plate of chips to Su Mu and Yuan Yoshiaki respectively.

A total of one thousand chips.

Two hundred dollar ones, six fifty dollar ones, twenty ten dollar ones, forty five dollar ones, a hundred one dollar ones.

The old dealer waved again, and another strong man in black delivered a sealed black box.

Open it, and there are ten boxes of special playing cards inside.

Putting the black box on the right hand side, the old dealer picked up one of the cards, opened it in front of everyone, and stretched out his hand to draw a semi-arc shape on the gaming table.

"You two, please check the cards."

Minamoto Yoshiaki stood up directly, walked over, and began to examine it seriously.

The gaming table was a bit big, and he was short in stature, so he looked a bit funny.

After the inspection, it was Su Mu's turn.

Su Mu waved his hand and said with a smile:

"I don't need it, I believe in the old gentleman's character."

This time, Minamoto Yoshiaki's face darkened.

Ba Ni Ma Gaga.

It's as if I don't believe it.

This thing is very mysterious.

Even if it is absolutely impossible for the old dealer to cheat, from an impression point of view, he will definitely have a more favorable impression of Su Mu.

Luck is indeed a thing that may change with changes in a person's aura.

Here comes the most annoying thing.

Su Mu looked at Yuan Yiming again with a smile, and actually said in the purest Fuso neon language:

"Look, is it better to be Chinese? They won't stick their butts out when checking cards, right, Wuhan University?"

"...!"

If he had a gun in his hand, Yoshiaki Minamoto would definitely shoot the bastard in front of him into a sieve without hesitation.

Although he is proud of his pure Dahe nation, he admires Chinese culture very much.
To be continued...