"Swish!"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyelids and looked at Dasha, his heart skipped a beat. He realized that something was wrong, so he had done everything and miscalculated it.

He never expected that this place would be Tan Cheng and the others.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Zhong Wenze made a little preparation and went straight to the casino. He never expected that Tan Cheng, a big boss who was a counterfeit money, would start to transform secretly and start a side job?

This is only in the 1980s.

Is everyone’s sense of crisis so strong?

"Zhong Wenze, right? I've been recognizing my name for a long time!"

Dasha Cheng wrapped his cigar and spitted a mouthful of smoke on Zhong Wenze's face. He glanced at the casino that had been cleared out: "I've watched you in there for a long time. You kid seemed to be very majestic just now, killing everyone."

Said.

Dashacheng bit the cigar and began to tidy up Zhong Wenze's shirt collar with his hands. He grinned, revealing his smoky yellow teeth: "Well, he looks really good, has a good face, which is a little better than in the photo."

He reached out and patted Zhong Wenze on the face: "I said, your handsome face is easy to make people want to punch two more times when you get beaten. Do you know?"

"Haha, sorry, I, Zhong Wenze, have never been beaten, I am the only one who beats others."

Zhong Wenze reached out and opened Dashacheng's palm, took over the jacket that Wang Bo had been holding, and put it on his left little arm: "What are you going to do with your boss? Why don't you let me go?"

A circle around.

Eight or nine horsemen surrounded them and looked at them fiercely.

"Haha, congratulations, guessed it right."

Dashacheng raised his head and laughed loudly, his laughter was very arrogant: "You little guy is still very smart!"

Zhong Wenze looked at him calmly, without any panic: "How can I let me go?"

"Let's calculate the accounts. After you settle the accounts, you can leave what you should have left, and you can leave."

Dashacheng held a cigar in his left hand and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

immediately.

The maid next to him brought the middle-aged man who bet with Zhong Wenze, A Biao, and Wang Bo’s previous gambling table, who was responsible for pumping water.

"come over."

Dashacheng wrapped his cigar and hooked up at the three of them. The three of them took a step forward and subconsciously leaned back, not daring to look at Dashacheng.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three loud big mouths rang out.

Especially Abiao.

After resisting a big mouth, my body fell back and my nostrils were pushed back with blood.

"You can't do a good job of waste, even if you do something."

Dashacheng shook his right hand and stared at A Biao in front of him: "Just he fooled a poor man and even leaked the matter?"

Yes.

What happened tonight was actually a matter of a matter.

The line of sight turns.

___________

Ten:20 pm.

Zhong Wenze drove to the casino, parked his car on the side of the road, and then walked into the alley leading to the casino.

There were no people in the alley, and the distance between a few street lights was very far, and the dim yellow light could only barely illuminate a small area.

Zhong Wenze walked quickly inside.

The gangster who was hiding in the shadows and silenced his eyes, didn't care after scanning Zhong Wenze.

Front.

Not far from the entrance of the casino.

A Biao stood in the shadow, sniffed and wrapped in a cigarette, and said nothing to the horseman who was responsible for keeping watch: "It's a big deal. I thought that little guy was rich, but who knew that in the end, he would be fucking eight thousand yuan."

"I only have 8,000 yuan, and I dare to come to the casino to play. What do you think?"

After saying that.

A Biao spitted a thick yellow phlegm aside in a vulgar way, and it happened to fall next to Zhong Wenze passing by.

"Okay, Abiao, you kid is the second person you have been recruited today. Many people have not opened yet!"

The maid who was chatting with him blew up the ashes: "Isn't that Wang Bo trapped in? Just borrow money, you're going to pump anyway."

"That's true."

A Biao thought about it and it was indeed the reason.

When Zhong Wenze heard this, he calmly withdrew his steps and came to Abiao: "Brother Biao, it's me."

"ah?"

A Biao was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhong Wenze's handsome face, and tried hard to search in his memory. He really couldn't remember this person.

"I'm Xiaowen!"

Zhong Wenze reached out and put his hand on Abiao's shoulder, narrowing the distance with Abiao: "I'm here to gamble, you said last time that you would introduce me to a good place."

Follow.

He stretched out his hand, stroked his index finger and middle finger with a gesture of money.

"I'm a gambler, I'll be with you..."

The squadman who was on guard saw it and was about to interrupt, but was pushed aside by A Biao.

"Ahhhh, I remembered it."

Abiao turned his eyes, nodded repeatedly, patted his head, and smiled flatteringly: "Look at my memory, I forgot, I have too many people to come to me."

"Come on, let's talk to you here, I'll tell you in detail."

Said.

He greeted the sergeant who was on guard, pulled Zhong Wenze and walked forward, flashing into the fork in the alley.

The little white face in front of him looked bright and beautiful, and maybe he was a big fish, so he was willing to let others get a share of the pie.

Abiao looked at Zhong Wenze with a shimmering look and said tentatively: "Xiaowen, right? How much did you bring?"

Zhong Wenze grinned: "Not much, ten thousand knives, is it enough to get in?"

"Enough, so enough!"

Abiao slapped his thighs and his smile bloomed into a chrysanthemum: "I tell you, I promise you will win money. Just remember to give me some points when I get it."

"Okay."

Zhong Wenze made an OK gesture: "Here, this is my money!"

Abiao was about to look at it, but his body trembled in vain. He noticed a cold and cold feeling coming from his neck, and his body was stiff and he was not afraid to move.

The sharp blade had cut the skin on the surface of his neck.

"Big Boss, what are you doing, what are you doing!"

Abiao almost cried directly. He suppressed his inner fear and suppressed his thoughts of shouting, and his voice trembled: "I'm just a gangster. You rob me, I have no money, boss!"

Zhong Wenze didn't have time to talk nonsense to him: "What's going on with the Wang Bo you just mentioned?!"

"It's okay."

"Ah...um..."

As soon as A Biao finished speaking, he felt a severe pain coming from his shoulders. While screaming, he immediately covered his mouth and prevented himself from making a sound. His desire to survive was extremely strong.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you!"

Zhong Wenze spoke in a cold tone and looked at him with a expressionless face: "I'll ask you one last time, what's going on! Otherwise, I'll do you!"

"Say, I'll say!"

Abiao was in tears and was conquered by Zhong Wenze's vicious side. The other party had no choice but to think about it quickly, and he said it all in one go.

"I say everything..."

Abiao's voice trembled and he began to talk about the whole story of the evening: "Tonight..."

___________

Wang Bo will be gambling tonight.
To be continued...