"······ As far as the whole world is concerned, its popularity is not enough!" Speaking of this, He Hongsheng raised his hand and pointed to the TV curtain wall.

Immediately, the TV curtain wall lit up and the news began to be broadcast. He Hongsheng explained: "This is the news from the local area in the United States earlier..."

【………………This year, the World Gambling King in Las Vegas will open early to September 3rd for a week, with the final scheduled on the morning of September 10th, with the championship prize increased from the past 10 million US dollars to 30 million…

…】

Feiren laughed when he heard this: "Lao He, do you mean to let me participate in the Lisboa competition on behalf of you?"

He Hongsheng said seriously: "If you want, I will never object to this matter, but I think you should not be very happy, right?" He paused, wanting to see Feilun's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Feilun shrugged and sneered: "Old He, can you please stop talking about it? Just talk about it clearly if you have anything to say!"

He Hongsheng was slightly stunned, and then he was happy. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Someone immediately took out a vest and showed it in front of Feilun. The vest's chest and back of his heart were printed with the words "Lisboa" and clearly

An advertising clothing.

"Allen, I think you wear this vest to participate in the competition in your private capacity, how about it?" He Hongsheng said his request.

Feiren curled his lips and said, "No... the clothes are designed too rustic, and the water in the gambling world is too muddy. I'm afraid it's thankless, so I'd better forget it!"

"There is no room for negotiation?" He Hongsheng said regretfully.

"No." Feiren shook his head indeed.

He Hongsheng smiled helplessly and said, "It seems that we can only ask for another clever one."

Before he could think of this, Feiren said back on his word: "If this advertising clothing is modified according to my suggestion, maybe you can consider it!"

"Oh? What's the point?" He Hongsheng raised his eyebrows and said.

Feilun was so funny: "I'm going to hide it from you, Lao He, this advertising clothes are really rustic. I don't want people to think that the god of gambling is a rustic!"

The unhappiness flashed through He Hongsheng's eyes, and then he laughed: "Hahaha... Brother Fei, I'll tell you, I decided on this advertising clothing, but I didn't expect such a big ugly one to appear...

Haha!" Seeing the gambling king laughing, a guy next to him who wanted to interrupt and scold Feilun but didn't have time to speak was shocked and sweated.

"Oh, Lao He, I didn't expect you to still play in costume design. But I really don't know!" Feiren quickly "admitted his mistake", "Or what if I just wear it to participate in the competition?"

"No, do you want to laugh at me, right? Since you say it's rustic, the clothes must be too rustic." He Hongsheng said in a magnificent manner, "Change, you must change it! Who is going to call Ah Huang!"

Someone took the order and soon brought a gentle man with long hair in a well-dressed manner. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Faren got goosebumps.

"He Sheng, are you looking for me?"

He Hongsheng is worthy of being old and stronger. He is basically immune to a coquettish voice. Instead, he greets the gentle man like calling a dog and said, "Ah Huang, this vest brother Fei said it is not suitable for you, so I will change it!"

"What? My design is not good?" Ah Huang jumped up on the spot.

Hearing this, He Hongsheng's face turned dark and he sneered coldly: "What? Do you want me to repeat the words just now?"

Ah Huang immediately became timid and didn't even dare to do so. With this premise, Feilun's guidance did not dare to ignore it. He followed the rules and regulations. After the instructions were changed, his eyes lit up.

"Wow, Fei Sheng, right? Your lines have been changed too correctly. Now this vest looks a lot more fashionable!" Ah Huang praised in a coquettish voice.

Feiren fell all over the floor with goosebumps, and resisted his nausea and said, "This vest is still two parts short of... the circular marks on my chest and back center have been changed to rectangles!"

Ah Huang blinked and said, "Then I have to take back the tailoring room to change it!"

"Then go quickly!" Feiren waved his hand. He couldn't stand Ah Huang's coquettishness.

He Hongsheng saw Feilun's embarrassment and hurriedly made a gesture to ask Ah Huang to retreat.

"Brother Fei, when Ah Huang completely changed the vest, you should not make excuses to push this advertisement!"

Feilun said: "Old He, don't worry. Since I said I helped advertise, I will naturally help you to the end!"

"This is what you said, help the whole thing, then you have to win me a championship!" He Hongsheng finally revealed his ambitions.

"Nonsense! I'm not embarrassing to win the championship, I'm a gambler!" Feiren said with a frown. In fact, he was happy, because the Jiuyao incident would happen the next day in the final, and then the news of terrorist attacks will be overwhelming.

Who the hell still has time to care about who this year’s gambling king is?

Hearing Feilun's assurance, He Hongsheng hurriedly said: "If you really win the championship, just ask for anything!"

"No request, no request!" Feiren waved his hand, "Since I am willing to come to the appointment, I just want to help you Lao He!"

These words not only surprised He Hongsheng, but also surprised He Youlong and several other He Hongsheng's confidants. They didn't believe that there was such a cheap thing in this world!

In fact, it is not as light as Feilun said, but because he rejected He Hong just now! When he asked for it, he did not sense that the knife and axe driver were ambushed around him, and even the few confidants present at the scene did not have weapons.

This made Feilun willing to help He Hongsheng with this little favor.

"Allen, you're helping me in vain, this..."

"Okay, okay, Lao He, I know your kindness, but I really don't have any requirements!" Feiren said this and squeezed at He Hongsheng, "But Lao He, you have to book a round-trip air ticket accommodation for me, right?

”

"That's of course, that's of course!" He Hongsheng said hurriedly.

Feiren said again: "I will go to the United States as a policeman to communicate and study recently. I believe you will definitely have a way to contact me by then, right?"

“This is natural!”

"Then I'll say goodbye first!" As he said that, Feilun stood up, came to He Youlong, patted his shoulder and said, "Along, the last time the pharmaceutical company opened, you asked so many people to support me, I still

Thank you!"

He Youlong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Whoever and I are with each other, it should be!"

"So this time I'm trying to save you face..." At this point, Feilun didn't say anything further, but how could He Youlong not think of the second half of the sentence, and immediately held Feilun's right hand tightly with both hands, and said quite moved:

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, he witnessed his son taking the car to take Feilun to the dock. He Hongsheng frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Tang Bohao came behind He Hongsheng: "Big Boss!"

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Tang Bohao shook his head.

He Hongsheng saw his movements from the glass reflection and couldn't help but smile: "I was thinking, Feiren agreed to advertise for us Lisboa so cheaply. What kind of conspiracy does he have?"

"You mean, he will deliberately lose the game in the Gambling King Competition?"

"NO, it's not that simple!" He Hongsheng shook his finger.

"Why?" Tang Bohao thought for a while, his expression changed suddenly, "Will he take the initiative to make a thousand and then explode?"

He Hongsheng's expression changed slightly when he heard this. If this is the case, then if they don't say that the Lisboa brand is completely destroyed, at least they will be deeply involved. But after calming down and thinking about it carefully, he denied this possibility: "It shouldn't be."

Maybe... Although the Gambling King Competition is open and you won’t lose your life even if you give it a thousand, you will inevitably lose your hand. Feilun is willing to give one hand? I, He Hongsheng, didn’t kill his whole family!

”

"Then why did he respond so easily?" Tang Bohao was puzzled.

He Hongsheng continued: "There must be deeper reasons, but no matter what, I don't believe that he will help us because Aaron helped him open the company! But as long as he really reaches the finals and wins the championship, he will win us.

I will not only not investigate the other reasons for the name of Lisboa, but I will also have to thank him vigorously. Even if I ask me, an old guy, to owe him a favor, there is no problem!"

"Big Boss!!"

After Feren returned to Hong Kong, he drove directly to the She family mansion.

After days of continuous brainwashing, Faren finally got the opportunity to capture this guy Petz's brain memory.ˇ

Inside the master bedroom on the second floor.

After some preparation, Feren finally removed the brainwashing needle for Petz, but this time he did not insert the needle of the sleeping dark acupoint into Petz as he used to do.

Feren looked at Petz quietly, and his invisible thoughts had already filled the room.

When Petz finally opened her eyes that had not been opened for a long time, Feren murmured: "Petz, don't resist, don't escape, look into my eyes!"

Petts, who had been completely brainwashed, responded to it, but as soon as his pupils met Feiren's gaze, countless threads of thought like thin threads mercilessly invaded his eye crystals, and went upstream.

, directly reach the center of the brain.

Immediately afterwards, with the help of those fiber-like thought lines, Feren began to copy Petts' memory bit by bit.

What are the consequences when a normal person suddenly stuffs all the memories of another person into his mind? Even Einstein cannot give a definite answer to this question. Fortunately, Faren's intelligence and brain capacity are far superior to ordinary people, so he

There was no discomfort in copying Petz's memory.

Petz's memory flashed through Feren's mind like a movie, when he saw Petz's 14-year-old petz.

After killing her biological mother and digging out her organs and swallowing them one by one, Feiren finally couldn't help but feel nauseous, but at least he controlled it until he copied all his memories without missing a single omission.

He kicked him out.

Petz, who had become completely idiot, broke the floor-to-ceiling window and fell down from the second floor. Most of his body fell into the swimming pool, but his head was just on the shore.

With a "crack" sound, Petz's head was pressed against his own spine, and he turned into a dead monster.
Chapter completed!