Chapter 422: Ye Ling’s Man

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The lower the odds, the more people there were who had bet on her winning.

“Thinking so highly of me? If I lose, won’t the casino earn until they become filthy rich?”

Boss Qian coughed twice in desperation. Old Master Qian, I beg you, please talk less.

The first round between the locust and Shen Qianshu.

The scene was extremely nervous.

This was the biggest gambling match this year, and the private port was fully packed with people.

The opening match.

Shen Qianshu had gotten a pair of Q’s. The locust’s cards were random. Shen Qianshu’s exposed cards were all the way bigger than his. Moreover, Shen Qianshu had put all her money in.

The people who often watched Old Master Qian in compet.i.tions would know that her style was that of a local tyc.o.o.n.

She did not have the look that she needed any money. How much you put in, I will also follow. At last, show hand, all in!

This imposing manner had already put her at a bigger advantage.

After all, no one dared to be like her. Regardless of whether the cards exposed were big or small, she would follow persistently.

In the second round, it was still Shen Qianshu’s cards which were bigger at the beginning of the match. Moreover, her cards were all in order.

If she won another round again, she would have sealed her win against the locust.

The locust was a little nervous. Little bits of sweat had broken out on the tip of his nose. Shen Qianshu was calm and composed and had the look of someone who had the game in her hands. Her features appeared perfect under the lighting, and she was as pretty as a picture. Her pair of eyes were lively and moving and looked like they were smiling. It was particularly attractive and inviting love luck.

“Your gambling skills were taught by Ye Ling?” the locust suddenly asked. Ever since the compet.i.tion started, he had never said a word. The moment he spoke, everyone s.h.i.+vered. His face, which was not groomed, was very ghastly and looked as pale as a ghost.

However, his voice was as icy cold as a ghost. It was that kind of cold which penetrated into a person’s bones.

Are Master’s gambling skills very good?

The last time they played the landlords, he could not even win against Tong Hua.

“I, Old Master Qian, have self-learned and became a talent.” Shen Qianshu bragged and smiled until her eyes became arched.

“I don’t believe you. Your style is too similar to his.”

Shen Qianshu smiled and said, “For ugly people, each of them would have a unique thing about their ugliness. For good-looking people, there are bound to be similarities.”

In other words, impressive people were bound to have similarities.

The locust’s face became even paler.

Su Nancheng sn.i.g.g.e.red. He thought that the locust had surely become angry that he turned pale.

Agitating the opponent etc., were tactics that were often used at the gambling table. This character of Old Master Qian who made use of every single opportunity really made her opponents have good temperaments.

“I don’t believe you are Ye Ling’s man!”

Shen Qianshu smiled and said, “I really am Ye Ling’s man!”

Su Nancheng s.h.i.+vered. Old Master Qian, didn’t we say not to mention about it?

We said not to bring up the past. The more you think, the more you recall about the stormy times?

“I, for one, really want to see how Ye Ling’s man looks like!” A familiar but cold voice was heard. In an instant, Shen Qianshu was fixed to her chair. She stared until her eyes were round. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

Am I hearing things?

Yeah, I must be hearing things.

Keep calm, keep calm!

“Wow, so handsome. You all see, you all see, so handsome… ” A boy suddenly turned his head and shouted towards the entrance. Everyone turned their heads one after another. All of them were dumbfounded.

“It is Ye Ling. Oh gosh, it is Ye Ling.”

“So handsome.”

“Old Master Qian and he really have a face that even women are jealous of.”

Standing next to the entrance was a particularly good-looking man. His eyebrows were thick and arched upwards, and he had deep set eyes. He was wearing a decent iron grey suit with a British-style retro long trench coat. He walked over slowly. In a bustling but complicated underground casino, he looked like a piece of a retro oil painting. Everything else in the background was blurred except for a tall and handsome man—demonish and indifferent, domineering and mysterious. He had an air of retro and stability which charmed others.