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Chapter 256: Poking blind stinking men in the eye
The moment he entered the Club, Lan Youyou's beautiful eyebrows knitted together.
Obviously, she didn't like this place that was filled with smoke and miasma. And that bunch of stinking men who made her want to poke their eyes blind!
As for the group of coquettish women, Lan Youyou wished that he could tear off all the pitiful cloth covering their bodies.
Lan Youyou wished that Feng Xinglang would take her to a quiet place with only the two of them. No matter whether it was luxurious or simple, it would be fine as long as they could spend the night together.
Sensing Lan Youyou's unhappy mood and also the resistance of wanting to retreat, Feng Xinglang reached out his long arm and gently wrapped his arm around her waist.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? "
"Feng Xinglang, why did you bring me here? "You know I don't like this kind of place!"
Even the angry Lan Youyou couldn't possibly have such a beautiful and moving side to her.
"Why is this place dirty? Even if it was not too clean, it was better than the Night Villa! You, Miss Lan Youyou, have played the piano in Night Villa for half a month! Why didn't you dislike the Night Villa's filth then? "
Feng Xinglang let out a cold, faintly discernable laugh. He reminded Lan Youyou at any time: You still owe my brother a debt of blood!
Lan Youyou's delicate face instantly froze. She knew that Feng Xinglang hated her, but she was alarmed at how Feng Xinglang hated her, anytime and anywhere! As long as he was with her, he seemed to be full of hate!
"Alright, let's make some money for dinner before we go!" "Be good!"
Seeing that she had calmed down, Feng Xinglang consoled Lan Youyou and walked in with her arms around her waist.
The servant walked over, and Feng Xinglang casually handed the leather case over.
"A box full of dollars! Have I ever seen so much money? Quickly go and exchange for Yours Truly's chips! "
Feng Xinglang was obviously acting. He had a 'I am the lord' look on his face!
He played out the second generation of a nouveau riche perfectly. Perhaps he only had one goal in mind, which was to attract the attention of others.
The waiter just smiled professionally. They deal with money every day. This small amount of money was only enough for one or two bets.
But the arrival was God. They will not think of themselves as poor or rich. At least not on the surface.
Feng Xinglang looked around, poker cards, dice, roulette wheels, all sorts of instruments were revolving; the myriad of exclamations, sighs, cheers, screams of women, roars of men, etc. All of these intertwined together to form a rotten smell, as if money had been piled up together.
Feng Xinglang saw the Italian! He was surrounded by three people, some far away, some near.
One of them stood against the wall like a telephone pole. The stupid girl, who was looking straight ahead, was even better than Cong Gang! He should be the hitman that Ye Xiaonian mentioned.
Feng Xinglang hugged Lan Youyou's waist and walked towards that Italy.
The waiter brought the chips over and followed them.
Actually, the leather case that Feng Xinglang passed over was empty. It was just a prop for acting. However, the chips on the waiter's plate were quite impressive. It seemed to be around twenty to thirty million RMB.
"I think highly of you! I played with you guys! "
Feng Xinglang shamelessly pushed two million worth of chips out.
He was playing with a spear. It was simple and convenient. The rules of the game were simple.
The comparison of cards: same flower > four > fuhus > same flower > same flower > same seed > three > two pairs > single pair > scattered card.
Number comparison: A > K > Q > J > 10 > 9 > 8 > 7 > 6 > 5 > 4 > 3 > 2
Comparison of styles: Spades > Hearts > Grasses > Diamonds
This game requires good memory, comprehensive judgment, calm analysis and some luck.
And all of these, were things that Feng Xinglang possessed.
But the Italian obviously looked down on Feng Xinglang's vulgarity. It was as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a nouveau riche.
But whose money was it? It wasn't worth winning over!
In the first match, Feng Xinglang won. He had won more than ten million!
The Italian didn't seem to be in a hurry. He looked calm and collected, as if he was waiting for a big fish. Maybe in his opinion, only by giving this little brat, Feng Xinglang, who was an upstart, a little bit of sweetness would he be able to lose even more!
But right after, Feng Xinglang's mind did not seem to be on the surface anymore, and he started to whisper in Lan Youyou's ear.
With his powerful arms, he pulled Lan Youyou, who was in a sorry state, into his embrace. His small arms wrapped tightly around her breasts, pushing them into the air.
"Darling, let me guess the color of your clothes."
Feng Xinglang's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for all the men present to hear. The Italian seemed to be able to understand a few words of Chinese, and his gaze also turned wolf.
Lan Youyou froze, as though he did not expect the current Feng Xinglang to have such an evil flow.
He held on to his technique, as if it were the same as before.
Lan Youyou looked at Feng Xinglang with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Then let's go home! I'll show you when I get home! "
"How boring!" Feng Xinglang laughed sinisterly.
"Ahh …"
Following Lan Youyou's mesmerizing cry of shock, the gazes of all the men once again focused on him.
Because Feng Xinglang's hand had already reached into a place that he shouldn't have, "So it's actually black … Good boy! My favorite color! "
In truth, Feng Xinglang did not know what color it was. He just said it casually.
Everyone thought that Feng Xinglang had directly pulled Lan Youyou out of their thoughts, and all of them became even more unsettled. Especially the Italian who was near Lan Youyou, his eyes seemed to be on fire.
Just now, Feng Xinglang had ruthlessly pinched Lan Youyou's crotch, using enough force to make her scream.
Sure enough, Lan Youyou's scream had attracted the Italian's gaze, and it was one that was about to burst into flames!
Most of the time, a gambler couldn't get away from love and sex. The Italian was no exception.
Suddenly, in an instant, Feng Xinglang, who was displeased with Lan Youyou just now, became ruthless and violent in the next second. He jumped up from his seat, and with his upper body facing the gambling table, he grabbed the Italian's collar.
To be honest, the Italians were completely stunned by Feng Xinglang's Quick Fist!
Isn't this change too fast?
Just a moment ago, he had been in a passionate relationship with this incredibly beautiful woman, so why did the fighter suddenly smash his face?
However, Lan Youyou understood clearly: The reason Feng Xinglang brought her here, was just to stir trouble!