City: Signing in starts with getting mind reading skills

Chapter 41

This voice was the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan, who was speaking to the young man surnamed Yao through voice transmission, and no one else could hear him.

"I don't know, Master, I manipulated one point. I'm sure I read it correctly, but I don't know why it turned into six points in the end."

The young man surnamed Yao suppressed the resentment in his heart, and replied secretly through sound transmission.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan pondered and said: "Since you read it correctly, it is Zhou Xiaoyu, a junior, who is playing tricks."

"how can that be!"

The young man surnamed Yao showed disbelief when he heard the words: "Zhou Xiaoyu is just an ordinary person, how could he have such a means?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan said: "I don't know, but there is no other possibility except Zhou Xiaoyu. You play another game with him, and this time I will personally make a move. I want to see what this junior is capable of!"

There was a trace of coldness in his voice.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was very annoyed when he saw Aitu lose two games in a row, especially the young man surnamed Yao was humiliated and ridiculed by the crowd in the second game.

"it is good."

The young man surnamed Yao said happily.

"Mr. Yao, what's the matter with you?"

Suddenly, Sun Dapeng's inquiry came from beside him.

Only then did the young man surnamed Yao realize that everyone looked at him in amazement.

Just now he had a secret conversation with the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan through sound transmission. Although others couldn't hear him, seeing that he didn't speak, his expression changed back and forth, which was naturally inexplicable.

"It's nothing, you go and pay the money for the second game, I'll bet the third game with this rubbish."

The young man surnamed Yao didn't care, and ordered casually.

Sun Dapeng hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao Yao, I have no other intentions, but in the third round, are you... sure to win?"

He thought it was so powerful when the young man surnamed Yao blew loudly, but he lost two games in a row.

That's all for the first game, it was Zhou Xiaoyu who was smart.But in the second game, the young man surnamed Yao lost nothing to say.

And after the loss, the young man surnamed Yao was stupid enough not to realize that he thought he had won, vented his emotions crazily, was extremely ashamed, and was ridiculed and despised by everyone.

Although the two masters and apprentices had great backgrounds and Sun Dapeng didn't dare to offend them, his money was not blown by a strong wind. Seeing that more than 200 million yuan was in vain in a few minutes, he naturally felt distressed.

The young man surnamed Yao was furious when he heard the words. Unexpectedly, after losing two rounds, even Sun Dapeng began to question him.

But he also knew that it was useless to get angry at the moment, so he grabbed a teacup with a sneer and smashed it with a click.

After holding the broken teacup, the young man surnamed Yao did not throw away the fragments, but continued to rub the teacup in his hands, making a creaking grinding sound.

The fragments of the teacup turned into fine powder and fell from under his fist.

Everyone showed horror.

Could it be that the palm of the young man surnamed Yao is made of iron?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yao, I was wrong...I'll go and pay now."

Sun Dapeng's face changed drastically, he didn't dare to question him, he apologized repeatedly, and left in a hurry.

The young man surnamed Yao snorted, and looked at Zhou Xiaoyu fiercely: "In the third game, I will definitely win you!"

Having said that, he raised his hand casually, and the teacup powder left in his palm instantly turned into a puff of white smoke floating in the air, matching the voice of his words, which was quite intimidating.

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled disdainfully.

He had seen the young man surnamed Yao use the mysterious airflow to protect his palm, so the fragments of the teacup could not hurt him, so he would not be surprised if he knew the secret.

Then, out of the corner of Zhou Xiaoyu's eye, he glanced at a middle-aged man surnamed Yuan standing somewhere in the stands on the second floor of the hall.

Just now the young man surnamed Yao and the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan entered into a secret conversation through sound transmission. Although Zhou Xiaoyu couldn't hear it, his clairvoyant eyes saw that the two people condensed the mysterious air into a line and emitted it from their mouths. He knew that they were having a secret conversation. The young man's expression changed, and he naturally guessed the content of the conversation.

It seems that the young one is hit, and the old one is about to be shot.

Immediately, Zhou Xiaoyu saw that there was also a mysterious airflow in the dantian of the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan, which was not only much larger than the young man surnamed Yao, but also surging. Compared with the two, it was like an ordinary stream and a big river.

Soon, Sun Dapeng went back and forth, and Zhou Xiaoyu also received a reminder text message, and another 100 million was credited to the account.

"Let's start the third game."

The young man surnamed Yao urged.

Zhou Xiaoyu said: "What do you want to bet on in this game?"

The young man surnamed Yao said: "It's the same as the second game, the old rules. It's your turn to toss first."

"it is good."

Zhou Xiaoyu picked up a dice, weighed it a few times in his hand, and threw it casually.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan lift up the airflow, quickly gathered it into his mouth, sprayed out a stream of airflow as thin as cotton thread, landed on the dice precisely, and began to control it.

This is exactly the same as how the young man surnamed Yao manipulated the dice in the second game, but the difficulty is much higher.

Zhou Xiaoyu knew it in his heart, he didn't make a move, and watched quietly.

Gradually, the rotation of the dice slowed down, and under the subtle control of the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan, it turned into a point and remained motionless.

Everyone yelled, showing surprise.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaoyu threw a little bit.

Missed?

Zhou Xiaoyu also cooperated with him to make a big change in his face, showing a mixture of shock and anger, and stood up all of a sudden.

"Hahaha, the surname Zhou, I didn't expect that!"

Seeing this, the young man surnamed Yao couldn't help laughing gloatingly.

Zhou Xiaoyu grabbed the dice with a gloomy face, pretending to check if there was any problem.

"Don't look at it, the dice are fine, it's just you who missed it."

The young man surnamed Yao sarcastically said.

Zhou Xiaoyu snorted, and threw the dice over: "There's so much nonsense, hurry up and throw it."

"Are you in such a hurry to lose? No problem, I will help you."

The young man surnamed Yao smiled triumphantly, grabbed the dice, and suddenly thought of something, turned to Sun Dapeng and said, "Now do you think I am sure to win?"

"Of course, of course..."

Sun Dapeng said with a smile full of embarrassment, thinking that you are really a small belly, and you will get revenge.

"Listen up Zhou, how much you beat me before, I will take it all back in this round!"

The young man surnamed Yao shouted arrogantly, raised his hand and threw the dice.

Zhou Xiaoyu remained calm, continuing to stare at the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan out of the corner of his eye.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan raised the airflow again, sprayed out a straight line, and landed on the dice.

Zhou Xiaoyu immediately used tricks.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was ignorant, spraying air to control the dice, spinning continuously.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Soon, the rotation of the dice slowed down, and was skillfully manipulated by the airflow. Finally, it turned over, and it happened to be facing up at six o'clock.

perfect!

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan couldn't help smiling.

It is not easy for him to precisely control a small dice from such a long distance.

It seems that his skills have improved again.

Immediately, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan.

While manipulating the dice, he kept staring at Zhou Xiaoyu from the corner of his eye, just to see what Zhou Xiaoyu was up to.

But from the beginning to the end, Zhou Xiaoyu did not show any abnormality.

This is strange.

Could it be that Zhou Xiaoyu didn't make a move in the last game, but the young man surnamed Yao really misread it?