The strongest god selection system

Chapter 120 The Face Slap Comes So Quickly

Seeing that the three of He Chengming had taken off their first clothes, Chen Fan sneered: "Master He, it seems that I will disappoint you, there is no way I can lose without even keeping my own pants, and even losing The one who can’t even keep his underpants should be the three of you.”

He Chengming snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and continue."

Soon, another scene of dumbfounded He Chengming and the three appeared.

Chen Fan is fooling around again.

And this time the time was even shorter, so short that it was less than 10 minutes, and Chen Fan was already screwed up.

Everyone involuntarily looked at Chen Fan as if they had seen a ghost.

"How is this possible, why are you fooling around again?"

"Indeed, this is completely impossible. Hu's time this time is even shorter than the first time."

The two young men looked completely dumbfounded, as if their three views had been subverted.

They knew that even the gambling king himself would not be able to do this.

Two consecutive rounds of winning cards, and the time is shorter than once.

From the perspective of He Shengming and others, such a situation would have been absolutely impossible if Chen Fan hadn't cheated.

But Chen Fan's every move was right under the eyes of the three of them. They could tell that Chen Fan hadn't cheated at all, and even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't do it.

"Don't look at me so surprised." Chen Fan smiled, with a look of mockery and disdain, and looked at He Chengming and the three of them:

"I've said it before, unless the God of Gamblers appears, otherwise, at the level of the three of you, it's impossible to be my opponent. You three lost this round, so what are you waiting for, take off your clothes Bar."

"Don't bully me too much, kid, do you know what kind of status we have in Donghai City?"

"Our strength in Donghai City is only second to the richest man's Li family. Even if Li Jiacheng sees us, he will give us a little favor."

Chen Fan was not salty, and said: "What kind of status do you have in Donghai City? What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with you having to take off another piece of clothing after losing this game."

Chen Fan glanced at the three people: "Or, you don't want to take off your clothes at all, you want to play tricks."

"Laughing?" He Chengming couldn't help being startled, and he was furious: "In my He Chengming dictionary, there is no such word as cheating. Isn't it just taking off your clothes? What's the big deal? Since I lost to you, I can only I would like to bet, but you kid, it’s too early for you to be happy, and it’s too early for you to be arrogant, isn’t there still three rounds, and I can’t let you win even one of the next three rounds.”

After finishing speaking, He Chengming suddenly looked at those two people, and they immediately nodded in response.

Obviously, the three of them started to join forces to deal with Chen Fan together.

How could Chen Fan fail to see what the three of them wanted to do.

Chen Fan didn't seem to care at all.

He is now the God of Gamblers, and in front of the absolute strength of the God of Gamblers, no matter what tricks He Chengming and the other three try to play, they will never succeed.

Although the three of He Chengming were also extremely reluctant, in the end, they could only take off their clothes obediently.

The third round begins.

Two and 10 minutes passed. .

Chen Fan won again, and it was also a win.

The three of He Shengming were about to collapse.

The three of them really had a tacit understanding. They almost beat Chen Fan many times, but in the end they always managed to save Chen Fan from danger.

In the end, the one who won this round was still Chen Fan.

The two young boys went crazy, grabbed their hair vigorously, and looked at Chen Fan as if they saw some kind of monster.

"There's still a fourth round, and a fifth round," He Chengming subconsciously said with a hint of luck in his heart:

"I don't believe it. With my ability, I will lose all five games. Even if I play mahjong with my father, this has never happened, let alone this kid."

The fourth inning begins.

The fifth inning also started.

Lost.

In the next two rounds, He Shengming and the other three also lost.

At this time, the eyes of He Chengming and the three of them subconsciously widened, and they looked at Chen Fan, with a strong look of disbelief in their eyes.

"You, you, you," He Chengming yelled three times, but he couldn't even say a word.

He lost five games in a row. Of course, he knew what it meant. It meant that Chen Fan's gambling skills were even stronger than his father's gambling king.

The gambling king has long been famous in the casino, and it is recognized that his gambling skills are great.

Under the competition between him and the gambling king, it is impossible for the current situation to occur.

But the fact is that Chen Fan did beat him in five consecutive rounds.

This shows that Chen Fan's gambling skills are even higher than the king of gambling.

But what a gambling king is, he is a household name.

How could Chen Fan's gambling skills be better than the king of gambling.

For a moment, He Shengming's mind was in a mess, and he felt as if he was about to lose his ability to think.

"You lost again." Chen Fan showed a mocking look, and he glanced up and down at He Chengming and the others:

"It seems that your gambling skills are indeed very average."

These words came from Chen Fan's mouth, and the two young masters might be able to accept them, but when He Chengming heard these words, he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

In Donghai City, his gambling skills are already one of the best, when did he become mediocre?

"You don't feel complacent, kid. Don't think you're a god of gamblers just because you won five rounds of us." He Chengming gritted his teeth at Chen Fan, "If you have the guts, we'll do another five rounds. I don't believe it, you kid!" Luck will always be that good."

Indeed, as if subconsciously, He Shengming still attributed Chen Fan's victory over them to Chen Fan's good luck.

Chen Fan sneered: "Young Master He, you still want to admit defeat, ha ha."

A sneer came out of Chen Fan's mouth, and Chen Fan glanced up and down at He Chengming deliberately.

Indeed, at this time, He Shengming only had a pair of underpants left on his body.

Seeing Chen Fan's gaze, he naturally understood what Chen Fan meant right away.

Suddenly, He Chengming's face seemed to subconsciously become a little hot.

Indeed, he really didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Before, he kept saying that Chen Fan couldn't even keep his underpants, but what happened now.

The person who can't even keep his own pants is him, the son of the dignified gambling king, He Shengming.

If the news got out, he would also have no way to continue messing around in Donghai City.