In the elegant room upstairs, the guest and Brother Kun were drinking. There were big fish and meat on the tables of the two. Brother Kun was so enthusiastic about eating, but the guest felt it was a bit difficult to swallow.

Brother Kun saw the customer's hesitation, smiled and drank a bowl of wine, and said, "But I'm confused?"

"That's right. You have been out for many years before you come back to establish this Dayi Gambling House. In your early years, you also made others lose everything and quickly accumulate wealth. But as you grow older and seek stability, you haven't done this for about three years. Why did you choose Wang Zhengdan today?"

The guest sighed and asked.

"I naturally have a reason, and it's a very good reason." Brother Kun smiled.

"Forget it." The guest shook his head and said, pausing, and then said, "Just be careful. You Dao often walks by the river, so there is no one who doesn't wear his shoes."

"I understand this principle, but it is definitely not this time." Brother Kun smiled and a very confident light appeared in his eyes.

The guest opened his mouth and planned to speak. At this moment, a loud bang and a shrill scream came from the casino.

Brother Kun frowned and seemed to be a little weak when he was talking about whether he wanted to wet his shoes. Brother Kun felt a little uneasy, but he was instantly extinguished.

"What's going on?"

Brother Kun shouted.

"Someone is here to find fault, so awesome, Brother Kun." A thug came in, with a blue-white face and said in fear.

"Calm down, I have been in the world for many years, but who hasn't seen anyone?" Brother Kun said unhappy, and then said to the guest: "You sit down and I'll go and take a look."

"I'll go and have a look, too." The guest felt something was wrong and stood up and said.

"Okay." Brother Kun nodded and the three of them went downstairs together.

The downstairs was in a mess, with wine and food scattering all over the floor, and the thugs were tilted, spitting blood or covering their chests, screaming and wailing. On one of the clean gambling tables, there was a scholar sitting.

Brother Kun looked at this, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. His eyes looked like fire, staring at the scholar, and shouted: "Who are you? You don't give me face?"

"Brother Kun, he is Chen Guhong!" A thug recognized Chen Guhong and said to Brother Kun.

"Chen Guhong?" Brother Kun's pupils shrank, but since he saw the real master, he calmed down. Although he did not expect that Chen Guhong would be so capable.

After calming down, Brother Kun walked up to Chen Guhong with his head held high and sat down, asking, "Since you are here, you know the rules. You still won't pay it back 30,000 taels of silver?"

"There is no 30,000 taels of silver, but there is one hundred thousand taels of gold. I will use this sword to gamble with you." Chen Guhong gently put Jianheng on the table.

Brother Kun’s first reaction was the same as his subordinates. This kid was crazy. He was much more relaxed when facing the madman. Brother Kun smiled and said, “Your broken sword is worth 100,000 taels of gold???”

"Kun, Kunwu Sword!!!!" At this time, Brother Kun's guest recognized the sword, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said tremblingly. Then he immediately stamped his feet at Brother Kun and said, "You, you. I said that I can walk by the river often, so how can I not wet my shoes? Friend, please beg for your own blessing."

After the guest finished speaking, he left, as if he was not facing a sword, but a large army and a prehistoric beast.

But no one at the scene laughed at him. They all looked at the sword with their breath, including Brother Kun. The casino is well-informed, and they all know what the Kunwu sword originated.

"Gulu!!!" It was not until this time that the thugs knew who they had offended. They all looked pale and swallowed their saliva, but they didn't even dare to scream, and they held it tightly.

Brother Kun’s face was very white, very white, not a little bloody, and as white as transparent as if it were transparent. You could clearly see the cyan blood vessels inside. Even the blood was cold and almost stopped flowing.

He looked up at Chen Guhong with difficulty, as if he couldn't believe it.

But he had to believe that he believed in the eyes of his friends.

Kunwu Sword! When I think of this sword and what this sword represents, Brother Kun couldn't help trembling. After a while, Brother Kun stopped trembling and said to a moving subordinate beside him: "Go, carry Wang Zhengding down."

"Yes." The thug responded tremblingly and hurried upstairs. Not long after, he hugged someone, which was Wang Zhengdang. However, his face was pale and there was no blood. His breathing was extremely weak, he couldn't wake up, as if he was useless.

But the thug didn't dare to be a useless person, but instead became a grandfather, holding it tightly in his chest, not daring to bump into it.

"Young Master Chen." The thug knelt in front of Chen Guhong, as if it was a dog.

"Send it to my house and ask my maid to take care of it." Seeing my brother-in-law's appearance, Chen Guhong's pupils contracted and he said slowly. It seemed like an illusion, but it seemed that it was not an illusion. Brother Kun felt that this person's tone became three more cold again.

"Yes." The thug was as if he was pardoned and hurriedly hugged Wang Zheng. Brother Kun was quite envious because the thug could leave, and he had to continue facing the god of death.

He didn't dare to look at Chen Guhong, but he had to grit his teeth and face it. He tentatively said: "Mr. Chen and the Shui Pingshui Swordsman are friends? Master and apprentice?"

Now that the news of Shui Zhongping's death had not spread, Chen Guhong held the Kunwu sword in his hand, he misunderstood.

"You don't have to worry about this, I'll just ask you if you bet?" Chen Guhong's eyes were full of death and there was no emotional fluctuation.

"I'm willing to give all the property." Brother Kun gritted his teeth and said, knowing that things were difficult.

"not enough."

Chen Guhong said.

"But I can't afford to bet." Brother Kun felt like he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and he was extremely afraid of his situation. His body trembled slightly. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of the table. Because he tried too hard, his bones were protruding and blue veins bulged.

"You have all your wealth, and you will have one hand." Chen Guhong said.

The thugs around covered their mouths tightly, not daring to exclaim. One hand!!!

Brother Kun grabbed the corner of the table with his right hand, and his left hand was moving unnaturally, as if a stiff corpse, his hands either fists or claws. After a moment of silence and struggling for a moment, Brother Kun said, "I bet!"

As he said that, Brother Kun got up and went to the nearby dice, the criculum bones, his steps were floating, and his back was bent deeply, as if he was ten years older. A moment later, Brother Kun came back and placed the gambling gear on the table.

"Without a leopard, we just bet on the size of the body. You come first." Chen Guhong said.

"Okay!" Brother Kun nodded, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm himself down. He made a living by gambling in his early years.

Knowing that Chen Guhong can't afford to offend him, gambling is still a bit lucky for him at this moment.

Calm, calm down. I bet on three or six, and at least it was a tie. Thinking of this, Brother Kun calmed down and shook the dice. When it was almost done, Brother Kun put down the dice.

But the moment the dice Gu was put down, Brother Kun's face turned pale as soon as he recovered a little bloody, even whiter than snow.

"Why is it three ones?" Brother Kun's heart was shocked, extremely frightened, and extremely unbelievable. He looked at Chen Guhong, and he knew that it must be Chen Guhong's tricks, but he didn't understand, and he didn't know why.

He has been in the world for many years and has never seen such a method.

He wanted to run away, he wanted to run away, he didn't want to throw away a hand.

But he didn't dare. He glanced at Kunwujian on the table. He didn't dare. He was also a man with his wife, children and children. He couldn't imagine the consequences of offending the Shui Zhongping.

Brother Kun let out a breath of difficulty and said, "I lost." After that, Brother Kun gritted his teeth and turned backwards, took out a short knife, and put it on the table with a snap with his left hand.

"Ah!" With a roar, Brother Kun raised his sword and cut off his left hand.

"ah!"

The screams and the sound of blood gushing almost rang out. Brother Kun held his broken hand and fell to the ground. The tragic screams came from his mouth, and his injured body kept rolling and could not stop for a moment.

But Brother Kun felt at ease. Although he lost his hand, his life was saved.

"You count the property yourself and send it to my Wang family." Chen Guhong said lightly, picked up the Kunwu sword on the table and walked out the door.

The thugs dared not stop them, and even dared not look at the god of killing.

Too scary, too scary.

"Master, are you just letting him go?" Gao Zhuang asked Chen Guhong in his mind.

"I have no intention of harming others, and I have always regarded harmony as the most important thing. But once you take action, you will kill everyone. Have you forgotten Wang Shun? But I can't kill people and rob people in the sky and day, at least I can't. Let's see you next."

Chen Guhong said.

"I understand." Gao Zhuang suddenly realized, and left Chen Guhong's purple mansion and rushed towards Brother Kun.

Brother Kun felt cold all over his body and shivered. But because of the swelling of blood and the whole body was dry and hot, the coolness relieved the pain and the speed of blood spurting slowed down.

"Hurry, find a doctor for me." Brother Kun yelled.

“Yes yes.”
Chapter completed!