Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 399 was designed
There was a completely different change in Wang Feng's heart immediately, which even he himself did not notice.

"Brother Feng, let's go, stop playing."

Lan Ling took Wang Feng's hand and said, "Anyway, we still win tens of thousands of dollars."

"But now we have lost hundreds of thousands."

Wang Feng shook his head and said stubbornly, "I have to win back what I lost just now."

"Those are also what we won today."

At this time, Lan Ling acted calmly and rationally, persuading him, "Just pretend we didn't win today."

"How is that possible?"

Wang Feng shook his head and said, "I'll try again, and I'll leave as soon as I get it back!" He said, regardless of Lan Ling's objection, he pushed the last 10 yuan chip in front of him.

Wang Feng did not believe that his luck would be so bad.

Because his luck has always been good before, and the wind is going smoothly, he is simply possessed by the god of gamblers.

So, in Wang Feng's opinion, the move just now was purely accidental.

But Lan Ling didn't think so. She felt that something was wrong. As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell, but there was always a feeling that it was designed by someone.

After this fight, Wang Feng lost naturally.

He was a little bewildered.

"Brother Feng, let's go."

Lan Ling grabbed his arm and said, within a few minutes, hundreds of thousands will be gone. If you say you don't feel distressed, it's a lie.

"Uh... go... go."

Wang Feng replied hesitantly, to be honest, he was still not convinced.

In his opinion, why did his luck suddenly become so bad?

Although he promised to leave, Wang Feng's buttocks did not move, and he was still sitting on the seat.

He wanted to try again, but there was no money left.

"Brother, are you unlucky?"

A young man who was standing by the gaming table, smoking all the time, but never betting, walked over with a smile, and said to Wang Feng in a familiar tone, "Do you want to borrow money? I have it here."

"Thank you, we don't need it."

When Lan Ling heard this, he immediately shook his head.

But Wang Feng interrupted her, and asked tentatively: "What's the excuse?"

"10 yuan, 100% interest, 5.00 million is [-]%." ​​The young man said with a smile.

"Don't you need a mortgage or something?"

Wang Feng touched the watch on his wrist, it was a Patek Philippe watch, thinking in his heart, otherwise, if he mortgaged it, he would be able to get some money.

The young man had already noticed that Wang Feng was bringing Patek Philippe. Hearing what he said, he smiled and said, "No, no, just give me an IOU and a fingerprint."

"Brother Feng, forget it."

Lan Ling took Wang Feng's hand and said firmly, "Let's go, I'm tired."

Wang Feng was a little hesitant, but just at this time, the cards were drawn on the gaming table, and the dealer was cheating ten times, and even the person next to him who took a little bit couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear, and took back a large amount of chips.

This scene instantly stimulated Wang Feng.

"Lan Ling, I'm trying."

Wang Feng said to Lan Ling: "It was just bad luck just now."

"Brother Feng, forget it, if you lose, you lose, we just admit it."

Lan Ling resolutely shook his head in opposition.

"Lan Ling, you know who I am, and I will never admit defeat."

Wang Feng said in a deep voice: "For the last time, let's borrow 10 yuan, which is not too much money for me. If I lose, I promise to leave immediately. How about it?"

Lan Ling is a virtuous and traditional girl in her bones. Her belief is that, as a man, you must give him face outside, and people from a family like Wang Feng especially value face.

"Q."

Gritting his teeth, Lan Ling said seriously: "Just borrow one hundred thousand, just once, if you agree to me, I will agree."

"Okay, don't worry."

Wang Feng nodded, he was indeed thinking about it, just this time.

the last time.

Someone once said that no matter how good a person is, he will change immediately after he gets involved in gambling.

Facts have proved that this statement is true.

After Wang Feng repeatedly promised Lan Ling the "last" game, Lan Ling stopped talking.

Because Wang Feng's luck was extremely bad.

One hundred thousand, one million... ten million.

In just two hours, Wang Feng borrowed 1000 million yuan and lost all of it!

At this time, Wang Feng was possessed by the god of mildew, no matter how he bet, no matter how he lost, he never won even a single hand!

And the young man who previously lent money to Wang Feng was always responsive. Whenever Wang Feng asked for money, without blinking his eyes, he signed and pressed his fingerprints, and someone immediately sent a pile of chips.

"...give me some more money!"

Wang Feng's eyes were already red. At this time, Lan Ling had stopped persuading him, but just looked at him worriedly. Based on his understanding of him, Lan Ling knew that Wang Feng at this time would not listen to anything at all.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wang."

The smile on the young man's face remained the same, but faded a bit. He picked up the IOU signed by Wang Feng earlier, and said lightly, "You have already borrowed 1000 million!"

"how much is it?"

Wang Feng trembled, his body shook, and he couldn't believe his ears. In a few hours, 1000 million will be gone?

"1000."

The young man showed Wang Feng the IOUs one by one.

Wang Feng looked a little dizzy, and his head, which was dazed by the blood, was also stimulated by the 1000 million figure, so he calmed down. After looking carefully, he was indeed right, it was 1000 million, and his name was on every IOU. and handprints.

"I see."

Wang Feng sighed and calmed down. He glanced at the dealer who continued to shuffle the cards in an orderly manner. The latter gave him a blank look.

Wang Feng understood immediately.

If I didn't guess wrong, I must have been tricked.

He was slaughtered as a winner.

Otherwise, why have I been playing cards for several hours and have not won a single time?

Wang Feng suddenly realized, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly, "I'll give you this money after I've raised it in the past few days, Lan Ling, let's go." Then, he pulled Lan Ling up and walked out.

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

The young man stood where he was, and did not follow Wang Feng and Lan Ling. With a smile on his face, he watched them go out.

During the period, Lan Ling once looked back at the young man, he just smiled at Lan Ling, which made Lan Ling a little strange, isn't he afraid of running away?

After leaving the casino, Lan Ling immediately knew the answer.

There were two big men with gaudy tattoos on their arms and strange patterns of tattoos, followed behind them with expressionless faces.

Follow them all the way to the hotel.

After arriving at the door of the room, Wang Feng couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled Lan Ling behind him, looked at the two of them and said, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Wang."

One of the burly men said with a nonchalant smile: "What are we doing, don't you have any idea? We have to follow you after borrowing money? What if you run away? Right?"

Wang Feng immediately reasoned, suppressed his anger, and said, "Don't worry, I won't run away, let alone renege on my debts."

"That's the best."

The big man nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand to signal the door of the room, and said, "Open the door."

Wang Feng froze for a moment, not understanding what they meant.

Another big man, seeing Wang Feng in a daze, snatched the key card from him impatiently, swiped it, opened the door, pushed Wang Feng and Lan Ling, and said, "Go in."

The two followed into the room.

Wang Feng and Lan Ling suddenly realized that they wanted to monitor themselves 24 hours a day.

Seeing Lan Ling, who was nervous and scared, holding his hand tightly all the time, Wang Feng felt regretful, and wished he had listened to Lan Ling just now.

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything at this time.

"Give me an account number."

After Wang Feng thought it over, he said decisively, "I'll notify my family and ask them to send the money!" He just wanted to leave this ghostly place as soon as possible.

Although Wang Feng didn't want to ask his father Wang Haozhe for help.

But at this point, the only one who can help him is his father.

However, the two big men looked at each other after hearing Wang Feng's words, and said to Wang Feng, "Where's your mobile phone?"

"what?"

Wang Feng froze for a moment, didn't understand, thought that the other party asked him to use his mobile phone to make a call, subconsciously took it out of his pocket, and explained: "I'm calling now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a big man snatched the phone from his hand.

Wang Feng was a little dazed immediately, what does this mean?
Immediately, another big man said to the nervous Lan Ling: "Where is your mobile phone? Take it here too."

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Feng protected Lan Ling, blocked her behind, and said puzzledly: "What are you doing with my phone? Give it back to me."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, a big man slapped Wang Feng on the face, making him stagger, and another big man took the opportunity to pull Lan Ling over.

The frightened Lan Ling screamed for help.

"To shut up!"

A big man was not polite, without the slightest feeling of pity, he slapped Lan Ling's pretty face hard, and cursed: "It's so noisy!"

Lan Ling covered his face and fell to the ground, with gold stars flashing in front of his eyes.

"I'll fuck you sir."

When Wang Feng saw Lan Ling being knocked down, the anger that had been simmering in his heart was instantly ignited, and he rushed over like crazy.

"Looking for death!"

A big man kicked Wang Feng upside down.

Immediately afterwards, the two rushed over and punched and kicked Wang Feng who was on the ground.

"Stop calling, stop calling, I'll give you cell phones..."

The strength gushed out of nowhere in Lan Ling's body, he got up, threw himself on Wang Feng, and protected him with his own body.

In the final analysis, Lan Ling is a woman, and the purpose of the two big men is to teach them a lesson first. After kicking her a few times, the two snatched the phone from Lan Ling's pocket cursingly, and sat down. on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)