"Yeah, red hearts, red hearts, the thought of the heart is disgusting."

Then, the grass flower group.

"Then this is the Caohua team. Only lucky ones are resigned to their fate. Both good and bad are just accidental."

"Roar, grass, flowers, and four-leaf clover actually exist."

Square group.

"Okay, next is the square group. In this world, rich is king, and gold and silver treasures are fascinating."

"Papa, cubes, fakes are enough if you want to look beautiful."

The playing cards sang and danced, causing Wooladmir's brows to frown.

But before he could say anything, the pokers continued their skits.

"This time it is the boss whose theme is "Enthusiasm" organization, so where is he doing now? What about it? "

Chapter 149

"Yeah, Tobio, this is the identity used by the Boss for outside activities!"

"But he doesn't even know that he is a Boss. He usually seems to be a good bully, but if he is forced to the extreme, he will kill everyone!"

"Next, it's Diablo! The king of evil! The true boss who created "Passion" Yo! Never step into the trap called the future! "

"Also, there is a person who can't see clearly! The darkness is terrible!"

"I don't want to get close to them! It's going to die!"

"so..."

"so..."

"So run quickly! If you get caught, you'll be over!"

"It's terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible, it's such a situation."

The playing cards are still singing and performing short plays, and then tell the information.

But Wooladmir frowned.

them?

Isn’t the Boss actually only one person? It's three people?

"This is your stand-in?" Wooladmir looked at Murolo, "but it's too vague."

"Yes, they are called eternal watchtowers, and they reflect the facts, and only reflect the facts. Don't worry, the skit is not over yet."

Murolo replied with his head lowered.

As Murolo's voice fell, the skits with poker players who directed and acted themselves began to become strange.

"Unnormal guys will be very long-winded."

"Idiot, that's not long-winded."

"Ah, you bastard, little six of spades, dare to provoke you against your older brother."

"Because you acted so badly."

"Who played badly?"

"What are you arguing about, all idiots."

"What are you messing around with!"

"What's your **** attitude?"

"I've never been able to understand your ass."

"By the way, just now it was obviously my turn to say the lines, and in the end you got in."

"Your quarrel is so boring, it's just a bunch of idiots."

"What's your tone?"

"Not all because of you..."

The playing cards started quarreling. Throwing numbers at each other, the cards that were thrown would be mixed, and the guy who threw all the numbers turned into a blank paper and passed out. Old K and Old J strangled each other’s necks and fainted. In a panic, the old Q was thrown into a faint by the number. The playing cards that had maintained the tower shape fell one after another, and during the shaking, the playing card tower collapsed.

Then, at the top of the mountain of playing cards, the four hearts staggered to their feet.

"Monte Aria..."

After leaving this sentence, it also fell, and then Murolo clapped his hands again.

Woola Dimir also swelled his palms and watched the playing cards wiggling their bodies back into Murolo's chest pockets. It seemed that the skit was over.

"In this way, your stand-in ability is really good." Wooladimir gave such an evaluation, and then turned around to leave.

This action made Murolo breathe a sigh of relief, but before he got up from the bed, he saw Wooladmir, who had walked to the door, pulled out a pistol.

"But you guy is still too dangerous, so go and die."

boom--!

Blood spattered on Murolo's head, and then Wuradimir turned and left.

The gunshots plunged the hotel into chaos, but what Woolardimir did not expect was that shortly after he left, Murolo, who was shot in the head and lying on the bed, moved his fingers, and then stood up on his body. .

His head is still bleeding, but if you look closely, it is actually just a shallow wound.

But even if it was the owner's method, Murolo still had strong fear on his face.

"Sure enough, it's a monster, can't you even avoid it?"

Murolo touched his forehead, showing a grateful expression.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the playing cards from his chest and took a look.

The prince in the pattern of a grassy J card was pierced through his head, and then turned into fragments.

"Fortunately, this kind of ability is unknown to others."

Murolo packed his things and prepared to leave, but then he smiled again.