Six Eyes Sunuo started as a hunter x hunter

The 100 million ghani was converted into chips of different sizes and placed on the table. There were also several piles.

Seeing a young man sitting at the gambling table openly, many people cast strange looks at him.

This kid...

At such a young age, how much money do you need to become to be able to appear here?

My parents really did something wrong to give birth to such a prodigal thing.

They were pointing behind their backs, completely forgetting that they were also members of the casino.

No matter how much they ridicule and disdain them, they still can't help but be jealous when they see each other winning one after another.

"The newcomer's luck..." Some people were still dismissive.

Think about it back then, who didn’t have a winning streak?

It's just that after the novice protection period is gone, whether you win or lose depends entirely on your life.

These old people who have been immersed in casinos for many years now have more losses than wins.

But until an hour passed, the people who were paying attention secretly still hadn't seen the boy lose a game.

The original smile of the croupier at this table also became a bit stiff.

Originally there was only a small pile of chips, but now there were several piles piled high in front of me.

"It's all staked." The white-haired boy yawned and pushed a pile of chips in front of him towards one of the areas. The collapsed chips fell scattered everywhere.

The gamblers at the same table saw that the boy was surprisingly lucky today, so they followed him there.

The dealer stopped moving for a moment.

"Show the results quickly." Su Wu urged with a lazy tone, leaning back on the chair, sitting leisurely.

Maro handed him a glass of juice provided by the casino.

The enthusiastic eyes of the gamblers, the pale face of the croupier, and the young man's arrogant attitude.

The air became inexplicably anxious.

"Don't waste everyone's time." Su Wu bit the straw and waved one hand towards Maro, gesturing for him to massage him.

The croupier took a deep breath, and the breath invisible to ordinary people stretched out from his body. With just a light touch, the result would change.

And these people who were supposed to win will also lose.

At this gambling table, it is obviously their group of croupiers who control the gamblers' winning or losing, or even their life and death.

but why……

The white-haired boy put one hand on the gambling table, raised an eyebrow, and his expression showed a bit of danger, "Don't make small moves."

How much has he won? It's less than three billion, right? Is he in a hurry?

The energy that was about to change the outcome was dispersed by another energy, and the croupier's face turned pale.

It was like this before...

It fails every time...

The young man opposite him was definitely a telepathic person stronger than himself.

The moment the results were revealed, the gamblers were extremely happy, but the dealer's eyes were quite gloomy.

"Forget it...Chad isn't here either, let's find another one." Su Wu stretched out his arms to hold all the chips in front of him, stood up and left.

If he keeps winning, the boss of this place will probably be anxious to death.

Did Chad really go to those small casinos in unknown places?

The tray carried by Maro was filled with chips, and he came to the exchange office to exchange them all for nuns.

Suddenly, several security guards wearing black suits, with guns on their waists and walkie-talkies in their hands came over.

"Guest, there are a few guests in the VIP room upstairs who would like to invite you to join us." Their tone was polite, but their posture was obviously tough.

"VIP room?" Su Wu glanced at the security guards and said in an upbeat tone, "I think they have bad intentions."

For example, call him to a specially soundproofed room upstairs, then take out a thermal weapon and fire it at him.

If everyone else is dead, they can't take the winnings with them.

Since it can’t be taken away, it still belongs to the casino.

It’s true that gangsters’ styles are the same no matter which world they are in…

"You're joking." The security guard said without changing his expression, but pointed upstairs with one hand.

As if he was easily persuaded by such poor words, the white-haired boy turned on his toes, changed direction, and walked towards the so-called VIP room upstairs.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

He spoke in a relaxed tone.

Maro also carried the chips and followed him upstairs.

In the VIP room on the 29th floor.

There wasn't a single customer, just security guards who were all dressed up and ready to go.

The leading security guard threw a mobile phone to Maro.

Maro held the chips in one hand and the phone in the other.

"Maro Pellicia, I heard that you ran away from home. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Is this what Old Pelicia meant?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

The leader of the Dolink family is also a moderate gangster. He has a higher status than most gangsters, but he failed to make it into the top ten gangsters in the world. His status is a bit embarrassing.

He is also the owner of this casino.

"It has nothing to do with my father." Maro's voice was calm.

"Ha, is that what you mean?" The man opposite sneered, his voice becoming full of anger.

It wouldn't matter if only this boy won. After all, the winnings would be other customers' money, but this boy actually led others to follow him and choose the same result! In this way, there are no losers among the guests, so who is the loser? It's their casino! The money won also belongs to their casino!

This is a blatant mess.

"Your Majesty means what I mean." Maro continued calmly.

"Okay, okay, old Pelicia must have never imagined that his son would become a lackey's lackey after running away from home!" Dolink sneered coldly, "I will tell your father."

"Please feel free to do so." Maro's tone was a bit cold.

"I give you a chance to give up all your chips and leave here with your principal, or stay here forever..."

"You talk a lot, old man." Su Wu, who was standing nearby, impatiently interrupted the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Let me understand one thing. You can't be my lackey just because you want to. At least someone like you is not even qualified to be a lackey."

"I look forward to meeting you. When the time comes...I will twist off your head and use it as a ball." He slightly slid his fingertips, and a cutting sound sounded.

The security team, which was fully equipped and equipped with sufficient firepower, was cut into dozens of pieces in an instant.

The phone in Maro's hand was also cut to pieces.

"It's boring." Su Wu turned around and left the so-called VIP room.

Among the gangsters, only the Yin beasts under Ten Old Man are better at fighting them. The other gangsters seem to be average, and there are only a few people with telekinesis abilities.

As soon as the door opened, the strong smell of blood wafted out. When the security guard guarding the door saw the two people who were supposed to be dead walking out unscathed, they already realized something was wrong.

When he smelled blood, he immediately gave the order to "shoot".

The boy's hand moved faster than their fingers, and with just one stroke, their guns fell to the ground.

At the same time, half of their arms landed together.

Blood splashed out and dripped onto the deep carpet, where it was absorbed.

What fell to the ground after the arms and guns were their heads.

The rest of the guests screamed and ran outside, and the casino staff all took up arms, even the maid who looked pretty and harmless.

The smell of gunpowder smoke dissipated the original aroma of incense, and the splendid walls were splashed with blood.

There was a burst of intermittent gunshots, and as the last sound disappeared, the casino fell into complete silence.

…

"What? You mean...all the people in the casino are dead?"

"I see."

The leader of the Dolink family, whose conversation was interrupted not long ago, angrily smashed the phone in his hand.

He looked at the young man with white hair and blue eyes in the remote surveillance, his face twisted with anger, making him look even more ugly.

"I want you to die! You must die!"

Happy New Year's Eve, adults.