"Wu Chen, stop?" On the other side of the phone was a man who looked thirty-five or six years old. He had a unique charm of a mature man. This person was the eighth-ranked magic weapon recognized by the International Gambling Alliance, Yang Cheng.

Although Yang Cheng has passed his peak period, his gambling skills are still amazing. He firmly ranked eighth in the world. This is not just a kind of strength, but also a kind of status.

At this time, Yang Cheng's face completely lost the steadyness he used to, and was replaced by a kind of fear. At this time, he shouted Wu Chen's name loudly, but what he heard was Wu Chen's last words and the terrified scream of the little nurse.

On the other end of the phone, there was panic.

Bang!

The cell phone in Yang Cheng's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his face suddenly turned pale. In this small bet, his disciples actually lost. He could even think of what Wu Chen did with his eyes closed. Losing means death, and having no hands. For a gambler, it is like asking for their names.

"Wu Chen is dead, Wu Chen is dead!"

Yang Cheng murmured in his mouth that for a gambling master, an excellent successor is undoubtedly the most important thing, especially a gambling master like Yang Cheng ranks eighth in the world gambling master. In the gambling world, I don’t know how many people are staring at this position.

Although Yang Cheng has reached the peak now, he can still maintain his own state and still guarantee his eighth position. But what if he is a little older? Now he is thirty-four, then what about thirty-five or forty? One day he will grow old.

Some elderly people in gambling movies have super strong gambling skills, which is purely fooling people. The saying that old and strong is absolutely not suitable for use in casinos. First of all, their hand speed cannot be maintained at its peak. Secondly, their analytical power, half-severance and eyesight will decrease in the future. The older they are, the worse their condition will be, and the less suitable for gambling.

Yang Cheng is already 34 years old this year, and his body is gradually passing through his peak period. He has clearly felt that his hand speed has begun to drop sharply. Countless people are staring at his position. Recently, there have been constant challenges. Although he still won, he has already started to struggle. In the next bet, can he still maintain the eighth position in the world?

Yang Cheng knew his status very well. If he continued, he might lose in the near future.

For these gambling masters, apprentices are a very important choice.

When you are not good, your apprentice can make moves on your behalf, bet on your behalf, and replace your title.

Therefore, this disciple is not an ordinary disciple, but a disciple who needs to be tutored for many years and long-term guidance can almost be said to have devoted his life to his efforts, and their relationship is naturally profound.

Yang Cheng chose Wu Chen, who was originally a family of gamblers. He has been able to get good conditions for gambling geniuses since childhood. He soaked milk, clever hands, and amazing talent. In this way, he became Yang Cheng's attention and was accepted as a disciple by Yang Cheng.

Wu Chen's talent is indeed good. Yang Cheng also likes Wu Chen's talent very much. He has taught him carefully in recent years and has taken him to major casinos for gambling and training, so that he can quickly transform into growth. Originally, Yang Cheng planned to let Wu Chen completely replace him in the past one or two years.

But Wu Chen is dead!

At this moment, Yang Cheng suddenly felt a dimness, and years of hard work were in vain. With a sound of Park Tong, Yang Cheng collapsed on the sofa. At this moment, the power in his body seemed to have been completely exhausted.

"master!"

"master!"

Hearing the strange noise in the room, the door was opened, and four men quickly ran into the room. When they saw Yang Cheng, the four people couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, Yang Cheng's face was haggard and his expression was depressed.

The four of them were shocked. Yang Cheng was only 34 years old this year, and he was well maintained on weekdays. At first glance, he was only 26 or 27 years old. However, at this time, Yang Cheng seemed to be an old man in his fifties, over fifty years old.

"Master, you"..." a disciple asked in a low voice.

Yang Cheng suddenly raised his head, and a light like a sharp sword suddenly formed on his decadent face, which thrust hard on the disciple. Suddenly, the disciple couldn't help but shiver, and in an instant, cold sweat flowed wildly.

Yang Cheng said coldly: "Wu Chen is dead!"

Wu Chen's death was a simple four words, but it revealed too much information.

"Wu Chen died, how could he die? Isn't he the best gambling technique among the five of us?" At the same time, the same thought came to the mind of the five of us.

Immediately, the four people felt a deep surprise. It’s okay if you die, you’re dead!

Although they are all Yang Cheng's younger brothers, Yang Cheng obviously regarded Wu Chen as the successor of Tao's own mantle, and the other four people had reserved teachings, but they gave Wu Chen all their best, so their treatment was naturally extraordinary.

At this moment, when they heard that Wu Chen was dead, a feeling of ecstasy emerged in their hearts.

As long as Wu Chen dies, wouldn’t they have the chance to learn all of Yang Cheng’s gambling skills?

Yang Cheng looked at the four disciples coldly. He didn't know what Xiao Jiujiu was in their hearts. However, Yang Cheng knew very well that Wu Chen was dead and he had absolutely no time to cultivate the second successor of the robe and mantle. The only way was to choose a successor of the robe and mantle from these four people.

It’s a pity that although these four guys have good talents, they are not as good as Wu Chen after all. Wu Chen’s roots have been cultivated since childhood, and his talent is amazing. Just a little hardening may not be inferior to him. However, it’s a pity...

Yang Cheng took a deep breath. Although he was sad when Wu Chen died, the dead were just dead after all, and he had to consider it for the sake of his future.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng looked at his four disciples coldly, buried his thoughts deeply in his heart, and said coldly: "Prepare for the plane, let's go to Qinghai!"

"Master is going now? It's eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, ah!" a disciple asked carefully.

"Go immediately!" Yang Cheng's voice came coldly.

"Yes, I'll prepare now!" The disciple spoke quickly.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Cheng picked up his phone again. Wu Chen's phone did not turn off, and there was still a panic sound on the other side of the phone. Yang Cheng put the phone in his ear and listened for a while. How much I hope to hear Wu Chen's voice.

But, after all, everything is just delusion.

After silently hanging up the phone, Yang Cheng dialed another phone number.

Qinghai, Zhengfeng Building!

Is Lin Zhengfeng also shocked at this time? Wu Chen's gambling failed. Even after the riots in Huihuang Entertainment City, Yaoxing Dark Hall took advantage of the situation and broke into the market. L County lost all over, Shi Feng died, Liu Gang was disabled, and then Huihuang Entertainment City was even covered by fire. The news one after another made Lin Zhengfeng, an old man over 50, busy for the middle of the night.

One by one, one command was given. At this time, his eyes were covered with blood, and his face was even more haggard. He gently rubbed his temples. Lin Zhengfeng picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of water, preparing to take a rest.

The phone rang again, and Lin Zhengfeng felt a little scared of the phone's sound at this moment, afraid that there would be some bad news.

After seeing the phone number clearly, Lin Zhengfeng couldn't help but be stunned, and then sighed softly. What should come will come after all, and then he pressed the switch button.

"Lin Zhengfeng, my apprentice is dead!" Yang Cheng's cold voice echoed in Lin Zhengfeng's ears.

Lin Zhengfeng was slightly shocked and then slowly spoke: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. I can't do anything about this. I have already made people look down on him, but Xiao Wu insisted on dying, so we can't stop him!"

"Don't say this!" Yang Cheng said coldly: "He knew very well that for a gambler, he was no longer qualified to live. He said this Xiu'er no longer has any meaning. Lin Zhengfeng, I hope you do something for me!"

"Mr. Yang, please speak!" Lin Zhengfeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Yang Cheng's tone that was not blamed.

"I will fly to Qinghai soon. Before that, I hope you can bring Wu Chen's body to your Zhengfeng headquarters. Tomorrow, when I arrive, I hope you can see his body!" Yang Cheng's voice was cold.

"Yes, I'll prepare for you right away!" Lin Zhengfeng took a deep breath: "Mr. Yang, I'm extremely sorry for this matter. I didn't expect that Jiang Xian's gambling skills would be so superb!"

"Don't say much about these!" Yang Cheng's voice was very cold: "Let's talk about everything when I arrive in Qinghai!"

While talking, Yang Cheng didn't give Lin Zhengfeng any time to speak and hung up his phone directly.

"I'm here in person?" Lin Zhengfeng took a deep breath, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Master, the air ticket has been purchased, it's 3 a.m. This is the earliest one. There is no first class anymore. There is only economy class. You will arrive in Qinghai in almost five hours!" At this time, an apprentice pushed the door open and entered.

"Very good!" Yang Chengsheng took some coldness with him: "Prepare, we'll leave right away!"

"Yes, Master!'This apprentice spoke respectfully.

Yang Cheng stood up and looked at the bustling world outside through the glass of the hotel. He still murmured to himself: "Wu Chen, my good apprentice, don't worry, master, I will avenge you in person!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!