My eyes looked left and right, and finally settled on Ninth Brother. These boys are notoriously obedient. If you want them to leave, Ninth Brother must be born.

After saying "hey" twice, Gui Wangda stretched his body in a dress like doing radio gymnastics. Under the death gaze of his younger brothers, he swung around in a large and exaggerated way and sat down.

Why don't you sit down? On the surface, Ninth Brother speaks nicely and politely, and seems to want to discuss everything with him. But the real situation is: He will never promise to give up force at any time.<

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Damn it!

He just can't take action yet.

Brother Jiu watched quietly as Gui Wangda completed a series of body movements like a clown. When the latter was finished, he waved his right hand back and all the boys stepped back in unison. In less than a breath, they

They all disappeared in every corner of the casino.

This efficiency...

Ah, is this the time to pay attention to the younger brothers?

"Ghost King Da, when my ninth brother speaks, I never say it a second time. I wonder if you want to read the first thing?"

Brother Jiu took out the cigar from his arms and put it in his mouth. It was still the same as before, just bit it and didn't smoke it, focusing on a powerful one.

The more important reason is that his mouth is a little crooked. He brought it from his mother's womb. He can hide it a little by holding a cigarette in his mouth.

As a boss, you should pay more attention to your image.

Here we go again!

When Gui Wangda heard this slap on the table, his body couldn't help but vibrate at the same frequency. Although the amplitude was very small, his butt was still 0.0001 centimeters away from the chair.

In Brother Jiu's opinion, he just moved his butt.

"Uh, Brother Ninth, I'm a little embarrassed by what you're talking about..."

It's not that it's embarrassing, it's simply impossible to do it. If he agrees, will he still be able to hang out in the future? Is it possible that he will bid farewell to free fighting competitions completely and, like Brother Ninth, hang out in black market casinos...

That is absolutely impossible!

Think of him as a master of ancient Chinese boxing. He is good at martial arts, and he managed to pass through his own punches and kicks. No, what he means is that he finally achieved the leap of social class by fighting at the first level and the next level.

The first step is to welcome Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life...

"What's so embarrassing? Why don't you just do what you did before? Everything else will be arranged by me."

Brother Jiu was very angry. He slapped the table three or four times in succession, so hard that while Gui Wangda moved his butt in different transactions, he attracted the attention of many gamblers. During this period, some people stretched out their fingers to say something,

He was brought back to the gambling table by Ninth Brother's younger brother.

Ah this...

The quality of these guys is really good!

Ah, he’s still in the mood to comment on others, let’s think about his own situation first!

According to the level of Ninth Brother's annoyance, if he doesn't take three palms, no, one and a half palms, he will definitely fall from this chair, which is unexpected but reasonable.

Uh...

Did Ninth Brother practice the legendary iron sand palm? Otherwise, Dianjie slapped the table nearly ten times in a row, using all his skills, but nothing happened.

Ah, Ghost King Da shook his head slightly. If he has time and is in the mood, he should pay more attention to himself.

"Brother Ninth, I know you will handle it well, but I..."

Ghost King Da's facial features were so distorted that he didn't even recognize him, and he said these words in an extremely sad voice. Before he could finish speaking, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Brother Jiu didn't notice this. His mind at the moment was all on his right hand, his delicate right hand that he slapped eight or nine times in a row.

Didn't he agree with his younger brothers that whenever he wanted to show off his power, he would wear a soft rubber table...

This is a red heart solid wood table.

Ouch!

The back of his hand is still flesh-colored, and nothing unusual can be seen, but the palm...

Brother Jiu leaned back slightly, pretending to be a little tired, and his eyes didn't have time to scan around, so he didn't waste a minute and looked under the table.

The red palms were as if they had just stir-fried chestnuts in a hot casserole. They were hot, red, swollen, and painful.

Do you have such a skill that you can insert your hand into a casserole that is hotter than boiling water, as if nothing is wrong?

Yes, Iron Palm!

If something bad happens and he is discovered by Ghost King Da or someone other than his younger brother, he will explain it like this.

Don’t fight for steamed buns but for breath!

Used the wrong proverb again!

Hey, as long as it makes sense.

"Brother Ninth, I think, I want..."

Ghost King Da saw that Brother Jiu was not very interested in what he said first, and just lowered his head slightly, looking thoughtful and troubled by something. He didn't care about anything else and spoke directly.

"What are you thinking about? Tell me quickly..."

He was almost in pain. Gui Wangda was still the same as before and couldn't speak clearly, which made Brother Jiu even more anxious. When he was anxious, his palms hurt, and when it hurt, he had a bad temper...
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Chapter completed!