In an inconspicuous alley, there is a small gambling stall hidden in it. The gambling stalls are legal in Australia. Compared with the gambling stalls that are open for business, this place is called underground gambling.
Not too much.
The outside decoration of the gambling stall is very ordinary, but the inside is unique and completely different from the one on Hong Kong Island.
Putting aside the decoration, the gambling stall has put a lot of thought into the lighting. Several crystal lamps hang above the head, and the bright light illuminates the hall.
Bright lights will keep these gamblers in high spirits and make people feel less tired than dim lights.
On top of the innermost gaming table.
Gandhi, who was dressed in extremely simple clothes, sat at the gambling table, took a ruler to measure the neat banknotes in front of him, and pushed them on the gambling table:
"Three feet, bigger than you."
When gambling with banknotes in this gambling stall, there is no need to exchange chips, and the calculation is no longer based on the number of banknotes, but directly measured with a ruler and calculated based on the thickness of the banknotes.
"hehe."
The man sitting opposite him chuckled and turned the cards on the table over: "Sorry, I'm still older than you!"
He pushed the cards onto the table, opened his hands and took the banknotes piled high in front of him into his hands: "Brother, you are a bit out of ideas tonight, you can't beat me no matter what."
"Grass!"
Gandhi looked at the opponent's cards, cursed in a low voice, threw the cards out, picked up the cigar next to him and took a heavy puff: "What a damn bad luck!"
He pushed up the thick-framed black-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose: "Come again!"
Next.
They came to several games in a row, but they still continued to lose money without any doubt. Their table immediately attracted the attention of many people, and many gamblers gathered around.
rear.
In the corner.
Aji and Mark Lee, who was wearing a trench coat, sat on stools and witnessed the entire process of Gandhi losing money.
"What an evil card."
Aji curled his lips slightly: "Gandhi keeps losing continuously, which makes no sense at all."
"hehe."
Mark Li smiled faintly, and the cigarette held in his hand moved flexibly between the five fingers under the movement of his fingers. He looked over and commented: "You must understand one truth, nine out of ten gambles are cheating!"
"ah?"
Aji naturally knew the rules of gambling, but he didn't notice anything unusual: "The other party is cheating?! No way, there are so many people around watching."
"This man has something special. This move of his will be heard in thousands of schools."
Mark Lee took a sip from the cigarette and gave his own evaluation: "It should be called Qiankun in the Sleeve. There is something wrong with his right hand. You don't understand. You don't have enough eyesight to see it, so you think this card is evil."
"oh?"
Aji became interested after hearing this, and turned to look at Mark Li who was sitting next to him: "Do you still know this? Why haven't I heard that Brother Ma has this ability before?"
"Could it be that you are the disciple of the God of Gamblers?!"
"hehe."
Mark Li smiled and said nothing, shook his head and motioned for him to continue reading the cards.
On the gambling table.
Round six.
Gandhi chewed his cigar, squinted at the three-five card in his hand, sneered, took out a ruler, measured it, and pushed out all the banknotes in front of him: "Eight feet!"
"Have you thought about it, brother?"
The middle-aged man on the opposite side bared his teeth and smiled, looking at the banknotes pushed out by Gandhi: "If you lose this one again, you will lose!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The frustrated Gandhi growled impatiently: "I don't fucking believe you can always be bigger than me!"
"hehe."
The middle-aged man laughed and then turned the cards over: "Three preserved eggs are still bigger than you!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Gandhi punched the gambling table, unwilling but helpless: "How damn evil!"
"Promise, accept, accept!"
The middle-aged man had a smile on his face. He stood up from his seat and opened his hands to grab the piles of banknotes on the gambling table. However, just as he was about to collect the banknotes, his right hand was pressed directly on the table.
.
"Um?"
The smile on the middle-aged face froze, and he turned to look at the person holding his arm.
around.
A short, lean young man looked at him expressionlessly, with conspicuous white hair.
He held down his arm with great force. Although the middle-aged man tried to pull his hand away, he was pinned to the table by the other party and could not move at all.
"Um?"
Gandhi chewed his cigar and squinted at the man in white who suddenly appeared. His eyes were confused and he didn't know what he wanted to do. He always felt that this man was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
suddenly.
He remembered that this person seemed to be Ji Bu's red stick, Aji!
Why is he here!
"Grass."
The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and he frowned at Aji, who had conspicuous white hair: "What do you want to do!"
"snort!"
Ah Ji snorted, then stretched out his left hand to grab the middle-aged man's right arm and tore the sleeve of his white shirt hard. The shirt was easily torn, and a large number of playing cards hidden in the sleeve appeared.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Gandhi saw the playing cards hidden in the middle-aged arm, slapped the table and stood up: "I'm holding you in my mouth, you're a fucking cheat!" He turned to the two younger brothers beside him and yelled:
"Hold him down!"
"Grass!"
When the middle-aged man saw what had happened, he simply stopped pretending. He raised his hands to break free of Aji's restraints, growled and then reached for his waist: "Kill them!"
behind.
The three horse boys hiding in the crowd immediately touched their waists and took out the big black star pinned to it.
When the surrounding gamblers saw this situation, they immediately fled in all directions. The circle that was originally crowded with people watching the show immediately turned into a hollow zone.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Gandhi's reaction was obviously a little too slow. He never expected that the other party would dare to draw his gun immediately after a disagreement. By the time he wanted to draw his gun again, it was already too late.
The first person the middle-aged man aimed his big black star gun at was Aji beside him: "Eat shit, you dare to ruin my good deeds!"
"call out!"
The sound of breaking wind sounded.
Aji shook his right hand, and a folding knife appeared in his hand. The sharp blade shone coldly under the light. When the middle-aged man raised the muzzle of the big black star, the light shone.
A small hole opened in his wrist holding the gun, and the fingers holding the gun were scratched by sharp blades one after another. The middle-aged man screamed while holding his injured right hand, and the big black star fell on the gaming table.
"Fuck you!"
Gandhi cursed angrily, took out the big black star from his waist and fired two shots at the middle-aged man, killing him directly. The other four younger brothers of the middle-aged man were also killed by Gandhi's people.
"despair."
Aji raised his lips slightly, watching Gandhi snap his fingers, then retreat into the chaotic crowd and disappear.
"White-haired ghost!"
Gandhi looked at Aji who had disappeared from sight and muttered in his mind: "What on earth did he want to do!" Without any time to think about it, he picked up his backpack, put the banknotes on the table in it, and then quickly left the scene.
One o'clock in the morning.
Gandhi sat on the big bed in the hotel and counted the banknotes in the canvas bag. The whole bed was covered with stacks of banknotes, which was very visual impact.
At this time.
The door to the room was suddenly knocked by someone.
Ma Zai's voice sounded from outside the door: "Boss, it's me!"
"What's going on?!"
Gandhi stood up from the bed, came to the door and stretched out his hand to open the door: "Didn't I tell you, don't disturb me if it's no big deal!"
The door opens.
Ma Zai stood at the door tremblingly, his eyes flickering and not daring to look at Gandhi. He held a sharp dagger on his neck and his body was trembling slightly.
around.
It was Aji who was standing with the knife, his hair still white.
in the corridor.
Mark Lee, wearing a windbreaker, stood against the wall with a toothpick in his mouth, watching them like a bystander, but it gave people a great sense of oppression.
"Grass!"
Gandhi frowned and glanced at Ma Zai, and cursed in a low voice: "You are not good at what you do. You are the number one salesman. It will be unlucky for me to meet someone like you." Then he turned around and walked into the room: "Come in.
Bar."
Aji pushed Ma Zai away and stepped in.
Gandhi stretched out his hand and pushed the banknotes on the bed, made a free space and sat down on the bed. He touched the cigar beside him and lit it for himself. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Aji:
"How did you come here with me?"
"It seems that you won a lot tonight."
Aji did not answer his question. He pulled up his trousers and sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs and looked at Gandhi: "I don't think you should talk to me like this."
He stretched out his left hand, holding a folding knife in his right hand to trim the fingernails of his left hand: "After all, I saved your life in the casino today and helped you win money, otherwise you would have been the one who lost the money."
"Yes, thank you!"
Gandhi took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows with his fingers: "Ji Bu has a lot on his mind. He has sent people to follow us to Ao Island."
He put on his glasses again: "However, you should go to Han Chen. He has a conflict with you, and I am not Gandhi. It is against the rules for you to go to me."
He was quite relaxed at the moment.
Although Aji is from Jibu, since Aji and the others helped him in the casino today, they must have other purposes for looking for him, so he is not panicked.
"This is the truth."
Aji didn't beat around the bush anymore and went straight to the point: "You must already know the news that Ni Kun was killed at the airport."
"oh?"
Gandhi's eyes twitched: "What did you do?"
During the day, he had already received the news that Ni Kun had been raped and left at the airport.
"We have no enmity with Ni Kun, so why should we do anything to him?"
Aji shook his head, denied the incident, and continued: "I came to you today just to talk to you about the next thing."
Gandhi looked at Aji and said nothing, just smoking a cigarette.
"Han Chen arranged for Ni Kun to be killed, and the nigger's death was planned by Han Chen."
Aji named the topic, looked at Gandhi who looked surprised, and continued: "As soon as Ni Kun died, Han Chen must have started to encourage you to rebel and no longer answer the questions of the Ni family?"
"You know quite a lot."
Gandhi's expression changed rapidly, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is indeed true. Han Chen did tell us about this matter. If Brother Kun is dead, who the hell is still helping the Ni family?"
"It's almost time for the next handover."
Ah Ji didn't say anything more to him, and directly stated his purpose: "What our boss means is that you should obediently hand over the money to the Ni family when you hand in your money next time."
"Hehehe."
Gandhi laughed when he heard this and shook his head repeatedly: "Brother, it's not me who said this is impossible."
"You just said that Ni Kun was killed by Han Chen, and the nigger was killed by Han Chen, so here's the problem. Now he wants us not to blame the Ni family anymore."
"If I go against Han Chen, do you think I will die? Is that true?!"
He looked at Ah Ji as a matter of course and sighed: "You will make it difficult for me to do this. Among the four talkers, Guohua and I have the best relationship. Guohua and Wen Zheng have also been together for a long time.
I don’t want to deal with the Ni family anymore.”
"If I jump out alone at this time, I'm not looking for death, don't you think so?"
"hehe."
Aji chuckled lightly, looked at Gandhi with thick-rimmed glasses in front of him, and tapped his fingers on the coffee table:
"I don't like to talk. This is the first time I've spoken so much. Do you understand what I mean?"
He leaned forward, narrowed the corners of his eyes, and flashed a sharp look:
"You have considered so much, and your analysis is very reasonable, but you have not considered us?"
"Do I, Aji, have the strength to take away your life directly?!"
"I"
The expression on Gandhi's face paused, and the hand holding the cigar paused, trying to explain:
"The matter between you and Han Chen has nothing to do with me, and I have never interfered in your affairs. What are you doing with me?!"
“It is a crime for a common man to carry a jade without any guilt!”
Aji curled his lips and said with disdain: "They are all out to do this. If this matter involves you, then it has something to do with you."
"I saved you at the gambling stall because you still have value. Do you think I followed you to Australia Island after I had eaten enough to watch you lose money?!"
"..."
Gandhi was stunned again.
Pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded seems to be the only way to get through it.
"No need to think about delaying time."
Aji had long seen what Gandhi was thinking and pointed to the location outside the door:
"Brother Xiao Ma has already dealt with the few people you brought. They can't save you."
Finished.
He took out a portfolio from his coat pocket and threw it on Gandhi:
"Open it and take a look. There is something you are interested in."
Gandhi glanced at Aji with twinkling eyes, then opened the file bag and browsed it quickly. His whole expression suddenly became gloomy.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Gandhi was furious because of this and threw the documents on the ground. On the scattered photos, it was a beautiful scene of his wife and Guohua in bed.
"The cuckold is almost gone to the sky. Everyone knows it, but you don't know it."
Aji chuckled lightly, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, and put them together with his hands:
"You are the most infatuated among the four talkers. Do you still want to get together with them?"
"Guohua has already discussed it with Han Chen. You idiot, you still want to help them play together?"
"Han Chen has known about this for a long time, but he didn't tell you for his own benefit."
"I don't believe this is true!"
Gandhi was overcome with emotion: "This can't be true!"
"You call back."
Ah Ji pointed at the phone on the table: "As soon as you left Hong Kong Island, your wife got into Guohua's car."
Gandhi stared at Aji coldly, then picked up the phone and called home, but no matter how he called, no one answered.
After four consecutive phone calls, Gandhi fell silent, grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground:
"I'm holding your mother in my mouth! Guohua, how dare you fucking play with me!"
"How to decide, you think about it yourself."
Ah Ji stood up and stepped outside: "Don't worry, Wen Zheng will continue to give orders to the Ni family. You know how to play."
"When the boss asked me to come to you, several moves had already been made, and you are just one of them!"
Gandhi sat on the bed and looked at Aji who had walked away. He jumped up from the bed and pushed down the coffee table in front of him to vent his anger.
"Han Chen!"
"You're fucking helping Guohua to play with me, then everyone should stop playing with me, Yan Family Shovel!"
