The photo stood in front of him, and the two exactly the same handsome faces made people still startled. A reporter shouted, "Young Master Chu, you are obviously the same person!"

"Is that so? Why don't I feel it?" Chu Shao raised his eyebrows. He put the newspaper next to his face and turned his head to look at Bai Nianxian, "Do you think it's like?"

Bai Nianxian shook her head, "No, he is much handsomer than you."

Depend on!

Chu Shaojun's face sank. He took out a platinum lighter. The dark blue flame approached a corner of the newspaper and ignited it instantly. "Since everyone has sunk to the bottom of the sea, why not just treat it as dead and save me your face."

“…”

The reporters instantly widened their eyes. Who dared to openly burn Mo Nanjue's photos like this?!

Chu Shao threw away the newspaper casually. In the photo, Mo Nanjue's face was swallowed little by little in the fire, until there were scattered ashes left. Chu Shao narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up, he walked over a few steps,

Stepping on the newspaper where the fire was still rising, "I don't want to hear anyone calling me Mo Nanjue again. I'm not him. Since he is dead, there will be no Mo Nanjue in the world."

Bai Nianxian also stood up, her eyes fell on the burned newspaper, and something seemed to be flowing in her pupils.

There was a silence below.

Forget it, he even stepped on it?!

The reporters were so scared that they even forgot about taking photos.

The entourage beside him spoke at the right time, "It's been more than 15 minutes, please stop asking questions."

"Young Master, we want to ask a few more questions..."

The reporters were unwilling to give up, but Chu Shao was no longer with him. He walked around the casino with his hands in his pockets, "Since he is here, let's play a few more before leaving."

The man was walking around casually, and everyone he saw made way. In fact, everyone couldn't figure out why Master Chu wanted to come here today?

Is there anything special?

A row of bodyguards in black followed behind him, and Chu Shao brought a cup of whiskey from the waiter's tray. His tall and slender figure walked around the center of the thousand-person gambling table, swept his eyes away at will, and suddenly stopped.

He held the whiskey and stretched out his slender right hand towards one person, "Are you interested in having fun?"

The man who was playing was stunned, and he never expected that the god of gambling would pick him up, "Uh?"

Major Chu put the wine glass in his hand, and he pressed the edge of the table with one hand and his upper body slightly leaned down, "What, don't you dare?"

"How is that possible!" The man couldn't resist the excitement and immediately stood up, "Since the God of Gamblers personally invites him, what's not to dare? My name is Bolin," he picked up the wine glass and drank it all, "What do you call the God of Gamblers?

?”

"The name is not important, it's just a code name," Chu Shao's mouth was decorated with a smile. He waved his hand, and the followers hurriedly cleared all the people on the gambling table of thousands of people. "Chu Shao, okay."

Chu Shao nodded, he raised his head, turned around and walked to the leather chair to sit down, "Let's start."

Bolin looked at the chips at his hand and said, "Okay, what are you betting on?"

"I didn't bring much today," Chu Shao raised his hand, and the follower handed over the sign, and he raised his hand and threw it out, "Three hundred million, I've won these days, I'll bet all in."

"Okay," Bolin nodded after resisting the shock, "I bet everything too," he pushed out all the chips, "What do the gambling god want to play?"

Chu Shao gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the corner of his mouth, "Be simple, shake the dice to compare points."
Chapter completed!