Chapter 135: The Puppet Family of the Demon God Clan
Even if he really can't beat him, he can still run, so Rosen won't be under much pressure.
There must be a reason to hit someone. Rosen shuttled back and forth under the compartment door, looking for an entry point, and finally he found the opportunity.
A middle-aged man suspected that there was a cheat in the gambling house, and was pulled aside by two thugs and threatened.
"Your man is a cheater. This dice is proof. There are magnets inside. The dice with magnets are very heavy. No wonder I find it strange. Every time he places a bet, he has to choose to change the dice. He also said that for the sake of fairness, it is clear.
It’s just cheating!”
The middle-aged man did not choose to shut up because he was threatened. He raised the broken dice in his hand and yelled.
Two thugs immediately covered his mouth and dragged him out.
Rosen saw clearly that the rebellious middle-aged man confirmed that he was Pingyang's father.
Pingyang said that this man does not deserve sympathy.
Rosen then watched the man being dragged into an unoccupied cubicle by two thugs, and the door was closed. The sound of beatings and howling could be heard from inside.
In a place like a gambling house, who would believe that there is no cheating? As a profit-making organization, there must be means to ensure a steady flow of profits. It is obvious that there is a cheating.
Anyone with any brains would choose to stay away from this kind of place, and only stupid and greedy people would fall into the trap without realizing it.
The man accidentally discovered the trick of the dice. He thought he was making a declaration of fairness and justice, but he didn't expect that all he got was a fat beating.
Perhaps from now on, he will understand that no one in this world believes in fairness and justice, and perhaps from this point on, he will realize his mistakes.
Rosen waited until the two thugs gave the man a good beating before walking toward the cubicle door.
At this time, the thugs walked out of the compartment one after another. The one in front was playing with the evidence of the casino crook, a broken dice.
Rosen passed by him, and the broken dice in his hand appeared in Rosen's hand.
The thing in his hand suddenly disappeared. The strong man turned back and pointed at Rosen and shouted: "Give me back the thing!"
The thugs who left the cubicle later and the thugs in front were attacking from the front and back, blocking Rosen's escape route.
The thugs upstairs glanced at the situation on Rosen's side and quickly looked away. Just a child couldn't attract their attention.
"What's that? I didn't take anything from you!" Rosen pouted and said, his expression looking a little unbeatable.
"Let me search your pockets. I saw you put things in your pockets." The thug took a step forward and put his hand into Rosen's right pocket.
The dice are evidence. If someone uses the evidence to hype up the gambling house, no one will come to the casino again, and even if he gets angry, he will blame them.
The colleague only took one step to avoid the thug's attack. He stepped forward and the thug fell forward and fell into the mud.
He never expected that a child would have such flexible movements.
He got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the cut corner of his mouth. The thug became angry, raised the sloping chair on the ground, and threw it towards Rosen.
Looking at the stool flying towards him, Rosen focused on driving it away, waved his hands, turned around in a Tai Chi posture, caught the flying stool, and immediately smashed the stool back towards the thug's head!
Before the thug could take out the dagger, he felt dizzy and staggered down.
The thug standing behind Rosen had already taken out a short stick. Seeing that Rosen had reacted quickly and knocked down his companion without any delay, he became a little more vigilant and swung the stick at the back of Rosen's head.
Unexpectedly, Rosen turned sideways to avoid the stick as if there were eyes in the back of his head, raised his knees and kicked the opponent's wrist, knocking the short stick out of the opponent's hand, and then used his right whip to explode the liver.
The second thug howled and fell to the ground holding his waist, bowing like a shrimp, with a painful and ferocious look on his face.
Rosen raised his head and glanced at the blood bat hanging upside down from the ceiling, and then looked at the group of thugs watching eagerly on the second floor.
The scene that just happened below only lasted for five seconds. Rosen, a fourteen-year-old child, showed a fighting ability that was not inferior to that of an adult, attracting the special attention of these thugs.
This was the first time they had seen a child who could beat him so well.
Some of them ran down the stairs, while others jumped directly from the second floor.
This battle immediately scared away many gamblers who were still in the gambling house.
Most of those who are still alive don’t think that a child can cause any trouble.
But then when a thug was knocked away and a gambling table was smashed, the gamblers' initial thoughts changed and they all left the gambling house one by one. Only Rosen and a group of thugs were left.
Rosen glanced at it, there were seventeen thugs!
"No, there's more."
The thugs from nearby gambling houses were notified and came to support one after another, and the number of thugs increased rapidly.
"Twenty-three...twenty-seven...forty-nine!"
"Fifty!"
Soon the number of people was too much for Rosen to count, so he had to give up.
"You're just a teenager. You informed us to come here just to kill a teenager? What do you do for food? Why are you so weak!"
"This is no ordinary child. You'll know it when you get up!"
"Afraid of a bird, just a little kid, a waste of time!"
A bald man put the sickle in his hand back on his waistband and stepped forward to grab Rosen and take him to his parents.
His figure flew back, red blood gushed out from his mouth, and he rolled on the ground wailing.
At this moment, no one regarded Rosen as a child anymore, but as a master like a killer.
"Interesting... I've long wanted to see this kind of thing, but my identity makes it impossible for me to be the protagonist who vents his anger."
In the darkness, a figure hidden by magic whispered.
When he brought Rosen to experience beating these evildoers, it seemed as if he was the one beating the evildoers.
The depression and dissatisfaction in his heart was thus vented.
Rosen is just like his young and energetic self, full of a sense of justice that punishes evil and promotes good.
When Rosen knocked down all the thugs, the man in the dark grinned, curious as to what this child would do next.
"This is evidence that there is a crook in the gambling house!" Rosen raised the dice in his hand.
"Don't think that I can let you go easily after I take care of you!"
"Pick up all the silver coins that have fallen on the ground and put them in a bag. I will give you one minute, otherwise I will make the cheating in the gambling house public and let everyone know your ugly face!"
First, beat them with bruises and bruises, and then threaten them and give them their money.
The man in the darkness raised his hand and touched his chin: "It's good to fight evil with evil."
He thought that Rosen would say something that represented justice. It seemed that Rosen was fundamentally different from him.
After looting a large bag of silver coins, Rosen immediately left the gambling house. He felt that he had made a profit today.
At least this time, Renn was behind the operation. Even if he was held accountable, Renn could still block it.
Ron didn't count it in detail, but based on the weight of the bag, it was estimated that there were several thousand silver coins in it, equivalent to dozens of gold coins.
This amount is a huge harvest!
Seeing Rosen running away with the money, the man in the darkness also took action.
He suddenly appeared in front of Rosen, smiled at him and said, "Aren't you afraid of discrediting the Guards by doing this?"