บท 1105: Saint

In the hall on the first floor, Emile had put away all the chips and turned to the eighth table.

At this rate of winning, it should not take long for him to double his winning rate again.

Fei Qingyuan sighed in his heart.

Gambler was very smart, or he would not be able to calculate cards so accurately.

But at the same time, he did not seem to be very smart. He had already been taught a lesson three years ago, but he had still chosen to come back.

He quickly glanced at Lu Huaiyu. The dim light fell on his clear and noble face. His eyes were deep and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his lips, which was even more elusive.

This person definitely did not have a good temper.

Gambler had ruined this man's show twice. If the last time three years ago had been an unintentional mistake, then this time, anyone would be able to see that it was intentional.