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120, the loser is not qualified to know the name(2/2)

This is.

Dylan got up and prepared to leave and find another game.

Just then.

A man in high-end dress with sunglasses and sunglasses in the room, who was very worthy of beating came over, took off his sunglasses, and sat on the seat of the fat goat with a beard just now: "Don't mind if I participate."

Next to him, a bodyguard with a slightly fat body, which was obviously the first sight of the driver, who was not a bodyguard, sat down.

Tony Stark, and his paddling bodyguard, Hapi!

Gwen looked at the woman who appeared next to her and was surprised: "Ms. Potz."

Pepper also looked at Gwen, a little surprised, then glanced at Locke at the gambling table, and nodded with Gwen: "Hello, Gwen, we're meeting again."

Seeing this, Tony Stark looked at his assistant curiously, but said nothing.

Locke looked at Dylan.

Dealer deals the license.

Maybe Tony Stark was sitting just right, and as soon as he arrived, he could speak first and directly say "Ten Thousand."

The expression of saying ten thousand is similar to saying one cent.

no way.

There was only one person left for his exclusive gambling game, so he could only go out here and have fun, so he just exchanged one million chips for casual use.

Hapi next to him also lost 10,000 yuan to call.

Robert closed his trump card, waved his hand, abstained and watched them play.

He has no card addiction, and if he has good cards, he will follow him, and if he has bad cards, he will abandon him.

Locke calls.

Dylan smoked, used his gambler's decisions, and observed his expressions.

Next second.

Dylan twitched the corners of his mouth and closed his card directly.

Just play with nothing.

Locke relies entirely on constant luck, and sometimes he doesn't even look at the trump card.

As for Tony Stark and Hapi.

Although these two people also look at cards, a bet of hundreds of thousands is like a card game of dozens of cents for them. They don’t care at all, they can look at the color of the fart.

No, I'm going to find a gambling table again.

Dylan has started to turn on the scanning mode. Look around, there is a suitable price for the little fat sheep in the gambling game.

The same sentence.

He is here to make money, not to play cards.

Gambling cards is his job. At work, he only allows money to be made and not lose money.

Just as Dylan was looking for the little fat sheep.

In the betting game, the last round of chips has been pushed to 100,000.

Topped off.

Tony Stark looked at Pepper and Gwen, who were having a pleasant communication not far away, and looked at Locke sitting opposite him: "Your name."

This tone...

It's very hard.

Lock resisted the urge to let the Wushuang Assassin jump out and hit people, and pushed the chips in front of him: "I want to know, I won me."

Isn't it just a fork?

So will I!

After saying that.

Locke opened his two trump cards.

The dealer is already immune to Locke's good luck, so he directly launched three cards to combine them together.

“JQKA!”

"The flush is great!"

"maximum!"
Chapter completed!
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