Without uttering a single swear word, Xiong Sanye's expression changed drastically, and he nearly bit off the cigar in his mouth.
Chi Yuting panicked too. She had originally recorded the video to mock He Sijin, not to watch He Sijin mock them. To avoid making Xiong Sanye even angrier, she quickly reached out and turned off the recording.
However, the AI has an automatic saving function. After saving it to the video library, it replayed Si Jin's cursing words again.
The second taunt prompted Xiong Sanye to slam his fist on the mahjong table and gesture to the assassin beside him: "You... go and pin him down!"
The assassin was stunned, unconsciously recalling the scene a few days earlier when Si Jin had come to the casino alone—
This seemingly refined man has a deep blue light in his eyes. He can not only control all things in nature, but also treat their souls like balls.
Leaning back in a chair woven automatically by vines on the ground, she spoke the most cruel words in the gentlest tone: "In a few days, I'll bet with your Third Master. If you don't help me, your soul won't even have a burial place after you die~"
The assassin shivered involuntarily, abruptly ending his reverie. He hurriedly clutched his stomach, not even daring to take out his laser gun: "Third Master, I have a bit of a stomachache. Perhaps... you could send someone else?"
"Third Master, my stomach hurts too."
"Third Master, me too..."
Soon, the group of assassins all started complaining of stomach aches.
With no one left to command, Master Xiong could only watch helplessly as Si Jin moved forward, sitting down opposite him without any restraint.
The boy's thin-rimmed metal glasses were adorned with two pale gold chains that reflected a faint, cold light, giving him an air of elegant madness.
"Third Master," Si Jin spoke again, "your cigar... is it from Planet H? It seems quite expensive."
Having his cigars acknowledged as expensive, Master Xiong managed to save face and immediately replied with his head held high, "Of course."
Si Jin: "This brand is called WL, which is short for Wealth. It's a brand that nouveau riche who have never seen the world love to smoke."
This time, Xiong Sanye bit off the cigar in his mouth, and the burning cigar landed on his body, causing him to scream and sizzle.
Damn it! He Sijin is practically asking for death!
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has always lived a life of luxury. How dare this madman say such things to him? In a moment, he will make sure the madman loses everything, not even his pants!
At the start of a game of mahjong, Master Xiong had already made arrangements for his inside agents. In addition to the assassins, a group of waiters surrounded the mahjong table.
The waiter standing behind Si Jin would peek at Si Jin's cards and then secretly use the AI to send a message to Xiong Sanye, telling him which card to play to make He Si Jin lose as quickly as possible.
In the first round, Master Xiong had a good hand; he was only two cards away from winning, and the greasy old man finally relaxed a little.
He picked up a West Wind tile, just about to happily discard it, when he received a message from the server: "[He Sijin, ready to win]"
A winning hand means you're just one card away from winning... How is that possible...?
Master Xiong couldn't believe it.
He had also tampered with the cards, making them absolutely advantageous to him. He Sijin had only just received a set of cards; how could he possibly be ready to win so quickly?
Just as I was wondering what to say, the assassin sent another message: [Three]
The idea is that playing three of a kind can prevent Si Jin from winning so quickly, but Xiong Sanye has three threes of a kind, so it would be a pity to break them up.
But in order to disgust Si Jin, Third Master Xiong gritted his teeth and threw out three strips without hesitation: "Three strips."
The next moment, Si Jin pushed over the tiles and said, "I won. You owe me ten billion."
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