"Next, Mr. Dealer, will you play a game with me once?"

Annick said to the dealer in a joking tone.

"No, by the way, the roulette continues, and everyone who wants to bet is here."

The dealer flatly rejected Annick's invitation to play. He had already delayed the spinach time tonight after he was disturbed. If he tore him off, he would probably be blamed by the boss.

"Oh, then I'll place a bet too. This time I'll be 1 shilling."

At this point, few gamblers around him were willing to take the lead. Someone whispered: "Will this guy lose this game on purpose and sell it to the dealer for a face?"

"It's very likely that I've won £200, and losing 1 shilling is nothing."

"See what he buys?"

"Buy it against him?"

"I want to buy colors with him. Didn't you find that this guy only buys colors and not numbers? Most of them have a premonition about colors."

Oh, I didn't expect that Watson had discovered a blind spot in this group of people. The reason Annick bought colors was because of his own skill. Slightly shaking his fingers could cause a space distortion in front of the ball. In this way, when the ball was about to stop when it was not the color he bought, he would use the ball to move forward a little bit. Of course, he could not be used continuously, so that the ball could run to the number he wanted, because this cheating would be too obvious.

"One 6 is gone alone."

Annick didn't want to win this time, so he directly placed 1 shilling chips above 6 in the number area.

"After?"

"If you don't follow, it's obviously giving face to the dealer."

After this connection, the mentality of the gamblers has changed. This round of betting has obviously decreased a lot. Most of them still seek stability and only buy colors. Occasionally, a few of them followed Annick to the number 6. It seems that they made a little money with them in the first two times.

The dealer's face looked a little bad. This time he did not rush the gamblers to place bets quickly. When the gamblers were just looking at him in front of the table, he stopped receiving the bets, then threw the ball and turned the roulette.

"You can win this time too? No way."

Marlene muttered quietly on the side, she didn't believe Annick would have the luck of being one of the thirty-seven.

"I don't know. This time I was totally lucky. Anyway, I lost 1 shilling."

Annick spread his hands and signaled that he really had no manipulation result.

"Wow, it's really No. 6."

"Thank you, boss, you're so lucky."

When Annick turned around and talked to Marlene, the roulette stopped and the ball landed steadily above No. 6. Then he was hugged tightly by several gamblers following him, and the excitement seemed to throw himself into the air.

"Damn!"

"Have you colluded?"

Several gamblers who lost their eyes tried to get close to Annick, and were pulled away by the plaid shirt.

The dealer is sweating now. Although the total bet on the 6th number is less than 2 pounds, the casino loss is less than 70 pounds, if this guy is really lucky enough to guess the number. If 300 pounds multiplied by 35, and without considering the other person calling, the casino loss will be tens of thousands of pounds. If these bastards call, the casino will go bankrupt overnight.

"Bad."

The dealer whispered, then looked at the second floor opposite.

This time, Annick really smiled and accepted the three pounds and five shillings chips, then picked up a chip and blew it, then put it next to his ears, enjoying the sound.

"Do you still have to bet again? Sir, what are we bet this time?"

"Sir, can you lend your good luck to everyone? We have decided to call you together."

After winning several consecutive victories, many people surrounded Annick and waited for him to place a bet.

"Coincidence, it's really a coincidence. You can't follow me. If you lose, I'm not responsible."

Annick said pretending to be polite, then sneaked a glance at the lower body

Official, the sweat on his head kept dripping. The group of gamblers combined, probably could have raised thousands of pounds. If they were all on the numbers and were like shit, they would have caused more than 30,000 pounds to the casino at once, so why haven't anyone sent down on the second floor yet?

"Oh, I'm a little tired, Miss Marlene, let's try other games."

Annick stretched, then put more than three hundred pounds into his pocket, stood up and prepared to leave. He looked around and wanted to find Merlin and Norbet.

Two tall men wearing black suits, black leather shoes and black sunglasses walked to Annick at this time, one of them was holding a kraft paper bag. After seeing Annick, the big man holding the paper bag gently bent down and said politely.

"Inspector Annick, here is 500 pounds of cash, which is considered to be the cash you exchange for chips. Please let our casino go. It's just a small industry and is not worth the trouble of a big man like you."

This is the sugar-coated in the sugar-coated shell, or the plaid-coated club knows how to give in.

"Oh, then let's stop here tonight, by the way, my two colleagues."

After Annick finished speaking, he took out all the chips in his pocket and handed them over to the tall sunglasses, then took the kraft paper bag and put it in his pocket.

"They are in the VIP room on the second floor. Of course, they have exchanged their chips and are having tea with our boss."

"Okay, then let's stop here. Let's go to the second floor to see your boss."

"Please here."

Two black sunglasses opened the way, and the gambler next to him immediately made his way out. A small passage formed in the busy casino, directly facing the stairs on the second floor.

"Wow, it's so cool."

"Isn't this guy a scam?"

"You idiot, you can still turn to black sunglasses to come out. You were pulled out by those in plaid shirts and beaten to death. As for tutor, will tutor ask him to exchange chips in advance? You didn't see that the kraft paper bag contains at least 400 pounds of cash."

"I only have five hundred pounds."

Annick shook his head, ignored these guys and walked along the stairs to the second floor.

"Here you here, please come in."

Two men in sunglasses helped to open the door. A smell of barbecue mixed with spices and high-alcoholed liquor came to her face. When she looked inside, Merlin and Norbe were sitting on the sofa, and a middle-aged man with a tall and muscular body was eating barbecue and drinking strong liquor around an oven.

A half-sized suckling pig was placed on the barbed wire mesh, with a long charcoal brazier underneath. The red charcoal was blazing with a shimmering fire when it hit the dripping lard.

The two maids knelt on the side, carefully cut the baked parts with long knives and placed them on a plate. The dipping sauce on the side was also rich, not only dried chili and pepper, but also basil and thyme and rosemary in a small bowl.

Nolbe, who was eating with oily mouths, saw Annik and the others coming, and said vaguely.
Chapter completed!