The waiter stabbed Leng Haoxuan's finger with a silver needle, and blood dripped on a snake-shaped golden plate.

‘Bang’—

Accompanied by the loud noise, the stone door behind him slowly opened.

It turns out that it is his blood as the key?

Leng Haoxuan took the disinfectant tissue handed by Qi Huan and wiped his hands, then stepped into another hall.

Except for Qi Huan, the other bodyguards were blocked behind the stone gate.

Nangong was indeed suspicious by nature.

"Mr. Leng, long time no see!"

Leng Haoxuan raised his eyes coldly, and his sharp eyes collided with Nangong.

Nangong sat on the other end of the long gambling table like a king. He was wearing a black suit and a black snake mask, and his whole body was solemn and stern.

"There are ninety seconds left before the bet starts. I thought Mr. Leng chose to abstain. You are indeed very lucky. I hope you will be just as lucky in the next bet."

Although Nangong had a gentle smile on his face, his frivolous tone was disgusting.

Leng Haoxuan's face was cold and his hands were clenched into fists: "How to bet?"

Nangong raised his hand slightly and signaled: "Please sit down."

Leng Haoxuan sat at the other end of the gambling table, looking cold.

Next, the butler briefly explained the content of the bet.

In the form of a Russian turntable.

The two turned the big bet.

The loser must choose one of the 100 glasses of red wine to drink.

Until someone drinks poisoned wine.

A cup penetrates the blood and paralyzes consciousness.

Two cups seeped into the bone marrow, and the pain was unbearable.

Three cups seep into the heart and can be fatal.

To be fair, Leng Haoxuan and Nangong each sent representatives to inject highly poison into sixty high-heeled wine glasses, and the other forty were non-toxic and handed over to each other.

Everything is ready.

Qi Huan walked up to Leng Haoxuan with a serious look on his face: "Master, do you want to think about it again?"

This bet is really too dangerous.

It's all about luck.

"The arrow is on the string, I have to fire it!" Leng Haoxuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Nangong coldly, his voice extremely cold, "I will definitely let you disappear completely."

Nangong coldly picked his lips, looking determined to win: "That depends on whether you have such luck, whether God will give you this opportunity."

Leng Haoxuan's eyes were dark, and he had already reached out and began to turn the big gambling plate in front of him.

Three two.

Six o'clock!

Then, I arrived at Nangong.

It turned out to be one five, two six.

Seventeen o'clock.

Leng Haoxuan lost.

…

…

Xia Zhenai looked at the screen in front of him with anxiety.

Watching Leng Haoxuan pick up a glass of red wine and drink it down.

Nangong had a smile on his lips, and his smile was extremely arrogant and wanton.

Xia Zhenai couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and his hands pressed tightly on the screen: "Leng Haoxuan, you are simply a fool!"

Unless he is really lucky, this is simply going to die.

Moreover, luck is very lingering.

If it doesn't work well, it can be fatal even in one go.

But Leng Haoxuan seemed not afraid of death.

After Leng Haoxuan drank the glass of red wine, his expression began to appear strange. He clenched his fists tightly with his hands, as if he was enduring something. It was obvious that he had chosen a glass of poisonous wine.

Sure enough, Leng Haoxuan was very lucky today.

He was hit in the first game.

"What should I do now?" Xia Zhenai held Andy's arm and stared at him as if he was asking for help: "You think of a solution quickly."

Andy shrugged and moved his lips lazy: "Leave it to fate!"

Xia Zhen almost vomited blood in anger, and looked at the screen again—

Next, a new round began.

Leng Haoxuan tried his best to keep an arrogant and unruly attitude staring at Nangong, and his voice was cold: "Don't you think it's too wasteful of time when you drink one game?"

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Chapter completed!