Chapter 362 The Hesitant Mexican, the Provocation of Little Days (4000 words)

"Dongdongdongdongdong~" a knock on the door sounded.

"Who?" The big man with some Indian looks playing with his cell phone stood up and asked on a chair not far from the door, reaching out to his waist.

"?Carlos, estamos de vuelta!?Abre la puerta! (Carlos, we are back! Open the door quickly!)"

Hearing the familiar Spanish, the man was relieved and walked to the door to open the door.

Four fierce-looking men came in one after another.

The Indian named Carlos poked his head out of the door and checked it, then brought the door with him.

"Anthony! How are you doing?" Carlos asked with a smile.

"That must be a good thing! That nigger is not very obedient, so I shot him in the stomach. I think I will have to give the wolf in the desert tonight!" Juantoni, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"I'll take you to see the boss!" Carlos shrugged.

The four of them followed Carlos to the master bedroom of the suite. When passing by the sofa in the living room, the three big men who had originally stood up because they knocked on the door sat back again.

"Dongdongdongdong! Boss, Anthony and the others are back!"

Carlos' shouts were heard in the room, and some slight screams of women who could have heard at the door also came to an abrupt end.

"Come in!"

Five big men walked into the room carefully and saw a man and two women lying on the bed at a glance.

The woman was naked, but she didn't care about the eyes of the big men at all.

The middle-aged man with a moustache with a moustache sat up and asked, "All things are done!"

Anthony had already put away the smile on his face and said, "Yes, it's all done!" As he said that, he also looked at the middle-aged man's left and right, indicating that this was not the place to speak.

So the middle-aged man got off the bed and squeezed a hot-shaped beauty with one hand before saying, "Let's go out and talk!"

In an instant, there were only two confused women left in the room.

"Tell me! What did you find out?" the middle-aged man asked calmly. The middle-aged man did not ask about the consequences of the black man, but instead asked another thing.

Anthony said: "After we left the market, the Chinese won a total of $22 million by the end!"

"22 million US dollars!?" The middle-aged man looked a little surprised, and then his eyes signaled Anthony to continue.

"That's right, according to those who came out later, if the Japanese and Arabs hadn't stopped the loss in time, they wouldn't have exported their principal!"

"And, we have figured out the identity of this Chinese!" As he said that, Anthony took out his mobile phone and opened it, and took out more than ten screenshots he saw from the news.

The middle-aged man looked at the big red words on his phone:

"A young billionaire in China is worth more than one billion US dollars!"

"Emma's new boyfriend, a young Chinese billionaire!"

......

The middle-aged man returned the phone to his subordinates and fell into deep thought.

"Boss! Do you want to do a big deal? Now this Wu Yun's check has not been redeemed! It's too late!" Anthony looked excited.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Wait first, this is Las Vegas. I'll send someone to follow them tomorrow. If you're taking a plane, forget it! If they drive out of the city, follow it and see if there is a chance!"

"Boss! Why don't we catch the people around him?" Anthony pointed to Emma in the news.

The middle-aged man cursed: "Do you want the whole world to know? What is the head of a tm?"

"You dare to believe the media! But the Asian woman beside him can consider it and follow them first, and then make a decision after tomorrow's game!"

This time, the loss of 10 million was quite painful for him, almost to the point where he was hurt. Who would have thought that the master he was looking for was a parallel person!

.........

After sending off Sanji Caihua and four others, after lunch and resting for a while, Wu Yun took Wei Wu and three bodyguards and Wang Hao to the second underground floor of the casino.

As for Hawkeye and Stinger, the two stayed outside, monitoring them just in case.

At the casino inspection entrance, Nick waited for Wu Yun who had given him a large amount of money twice, and a bright smile couldn't help but burst into pieces.

"Mr. Wu! Please come with me, we have arranged the front seats for you."

Today's naked fist competition is in a stepped hall on the second floor.

This stepped hall auditorium is divided into two floors.

The upper floor is full of loose seats and sofas, but there is no small compartment, so it is still laid out.

This time, the entourage did not separate from his boss. Perhaps because of the fear that everyone would feel hot in their heads and cause conflicts. The front row was full of distinguished guests.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, Wu Yun arranged the Arab wearing a white turban on the left, with bodyguards and assistants standing or sitting behind him, both of which were the appearances of some Middle Eastern people.

Seeing Wu Yun again, the Arab who was crossing a coffee table smiled and nodded and said, "Hello! I am Bashir! Dubai from the UAE."

He didn't hit the smiley person, and Wu Yun and Bashir had no grudges, so he also responded with a smile: "I am Wu Yun, from China."

Bashir waved to his assistant, and the assistant immediately took out a golden business card from his briefcase and handed it to Bashir's hand.

Bashir handed his business card to Wu Yun and said, "This is my business card. Yesterday's bet, I was amazed by Mr. Mr.'s skills. If you have the chance to come to Dubai in the future, I will definitely learn from you in person!"

Wu Yun took this golden business card with a heavy and rich atmosphere, and looked at the long list of names written on it: "Bashir Ibn Abdul Aziz..."

"Chairman of Guanghui Real Estate Development Group and Chairman of Amaha Luxury Selected Desert Spa Resort."

Wu Yun looked at the Arab in his thirties in surprise, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of titles.

So Wu Yun also handed his business card to Bashier: "Come to China when you have time!"

Bashir first glanced at Wu Yun’s business card, smiled and nodded, "Okay! I also want to go to Macau in China to have fun!"

Then Bashir said in a surprised tone: "I didn't expect that Mr. Wu is so young and is already the chairman of several companies! I thought you were the descendant of the Gambling King Family in China! Otherwise, how could you be so good at gambling skills at a young age!"

Wu Yun said modestly: "Mr. Bashir is over-reputable. I just have a better memory and a better luck! Playing cards is about memory and luck, so there are no more techniques to talk about!"

Bashir laughed and said, "That's right, yesterday's scene is indeed not something that technology can control."

At this moment, Bashir looked up at not far behind Wu Yun, and Wu Yun turned to look behind with some sense.

A short and strong Japanese man was smiling and walking towards him by the casino staff, and happened to be sitting on the sofa on Wu Yun's right hand.

Wu Yun dares to bet that this is definitely a intentional arrangement by the casino, just to let Wu Yun and the Japanese get brains.

Seeing Wu Yun, Takeda Nobuyi's smile flipped and said seriously: "Chinese people, we meet again! It seems that it was the arrangement of Master Amaterasu, and I want to compete with you today!"

"But before that, you are qualified to know my name, Takeda Nobuyi!" When speaking of his name, Takeda Nobuyi showed a proud look.

However, Takeda Nobuyi remembered that Wu Yun must not know their family, so he said, "I will introduce myself officially. My Takeda family is the largest community in Osaka, and the family is involved in both heavy industry and light industry."

"And what about me! Because I am still too young, I can only be responsible for some underground industries of my family, and at the same time I opened some karate martial arts schools myself!"

Hearing this, Wu Yun suddenly realized in his heart. No wonder when he saw Takeda Nobuyi, he was proficient in karate, mastered by samurai sword technique (they called kendo), and proficient in pistol shooting. It turned out that he was specialized in this field. However, Takeda Nobuyi's strength and endurance data were uneven, with the highest being more than eighty and the lowest being only seventy.

Wu Yun also understood that because of the particularity of this gambling game, Takeda Nobuyi wanted to show his professionalism and shock his mind.

But even Takeda Nobuyi could not have thought that Wu Yun had detection glasses that could directly see through other people's skills. This was simply a cheating machine.

"Wu Yunsang! I know you! Although I don't have money as much as you, I will definitely win this bet this afternoon! Do you dare to bet with me?" Takeda Nobuyi's picture was exhausted.

Wu Yun's face flashed with disdain, and then he smiled and said, "How to compare!?"

"It means to win and lose every game, with a total of 15 games, and the person who guessed the most wins!" Takeda Nobuyoshi said, and his feelings were a plan prepared early in the morning.

"No problem! But what if we all beat the winner?" Wu Yun asked.

Takeda Nobuyi shrugged: "Of course, both of them count for one point, and the final score is determined. But we can only choose ourselves, and no one else can intervene! It's still a bet of ten million US dollars!"

After saying that, Takeda Nobuyi also looked at the three tall bodyguards behind Wu Yun. The meaning was very obvious. This was a bet between two people.

I have to say that Takeda Nobuyi is a good plan. If you meet a rich man who doesn’t know much about fighting, Takeda Nobuyi will definitely make a big profit by the end of the game.

At this time, the casino staff began to distribute today's promotional brochures to the audience.

The booklet is not big, there are only 16 pages in total, each page is filled with information about a contestant, including full-body photos, age, height and weight, arm span, and career experience.

But just looking at this information, it is difficult to tell the strength of these people. They are all experienced guys.

Among the 16 people, six Asians are actually from China, but the picture album is full of code names for these people.

The Chinese contestant is called Tiequan. At the age of 29, he only has the wrong name and no nickname. It seems that Tiequan is a contestant who is good at using boxing.

There are other Asians in Thailand, one in Japan, one in Korea, one in Mongolia, and one in Philippines.

The others are white and black.

However, one common feature of these people is that their weight is not much different, both of which are between 80kg and 90kg.

Wu Yun waved to Nick and asked, "Nick! Will all the players draw lots later on the stage together to draw together?"

Nick bowed with a smile and said, "Yes Mr. Wu! For fairness and justice, all players will draw a ball in a transparent box on the spot, which contains his serial number."

Wu Yun nodded to show his understanding, but he felt a little relaxed. If it weren't for the lottery draw on the spot, he probably would have to upgrade his detection glasses to see if he could see his personal abilities from the photos.

However, since I learned the rules, Wu Yun smiled and said to Nick: "Go and find someone, we two have to set up another bet!"

Just now, Wu Yun and Takeda Nobuyi were talking in Chinese dialect, so Nick didn't understand at all, just felt the tension between the two.
To be continued...