The late night carnival gradually subsided, and the tired people either wandered on the streets or slept drunk in the fun.

The Helan Trading Stadium is like a crazy beast. It has just ended its cruel hunting and is lurking in this darkness, peering at the turbulent movements in this area.

Unlike the other two trading venues, the branches of Helan Trading Stadium are very large, with more than 30 branches in total, and the locations of these branches are relatively remote. Only three or five are located in bustling areas such as Golden Avenue or the Commercial Street. Other stores are scattered in dark corners of the city and controlled by Helan Club.

Therefore, Helan Society has also become the organization with the widest distribution of power in the entire trade zone.

The headquarters of Helan Club, which is the main store of Helan Trading Stadium, is located deep in the red light area of ​​the trading area. It looks a bit like a reduced version of a medieval castle, but the exterior wall is a kind of black and shiny metal wall panel. The huge electric sign is full of punk atmosphere, and dazzling colors outline strange leaping lines, exuding awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Although this place is called a trading yard, it is actually not considered a trading yard. There are no commodities here, and there is no trading platform. It is just a monk and a group of confidants. When he occasionally receives big business, he will invite guests to come here to indulge.

At this moment, eight ruffian and ferocious guys sat around the bright red bed, with colorful cigarette butts and wine bottles lying on the ground. The monk was wearing a navy blue suit embroidered with a big red peony. He was squinting his long and narrow eyes and looking at the board. The cold light hit his shiny forehead, making people feel dizzy.

Playing cards were constantly thrown on the bed, and the expressions on these gamblers' faces were constantly changing, sometimes excited, sometimes disappointed, and sometimes sighing.

The monk's hands were floating on the beauty in his arms, and there was always a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

This short middle-aged man with a slight eyebrow, his eye sockets are deep and thin, just like a skeleton. His decayed figure can actually suppress the wolf, insect, tiger and leopards in the entire Helan Society, relying on his fierce and vicious thunderbolt methods.

The monk picked up another cigarette, pinched the beautiful woman beside him hard, glanced at the other people in the game, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why haven't I seen Bahu these two days?"

The somewhat dull strong man on the side looked at the mechanical watch in his hand and said in confusion:

"Yes, it's so damn strange. Didn't Bahu go to the Qianshen trading ground? He hasn't seen him since then."

The monk slowly lowered his hand holding the card, looked thoughtfully at the chaotic sky outside with neon lights, and murmured:

"I haven't seen him before... Haha, this kid won't be able to come back..."

Several confidant subordinates looked at the monk's cruel face at the same time. A scarred man with only a short hair slapped the card in his hand on the bed without any wits, and grinned:

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky today. It's a leopard again! Come on... Give money, give money!"

The scarred man is in a good mood. Since he completed the boss's mission to assassinate the boss of the purple snail trading yard last time, he feels that his luck is getting better and better. Today, he plays cards with the boss and wins money continuously.

The scarred man was grinning, but found that the monk looked at him suddenly something was wrong. The monk snorted coldly and said with a grin:

"Hehe, Lao Scar, your luck is really good. Three consecutive players are all leopards. Such a good luck... tsk, I can't compare to it!"

The scarred man grinned and said quickly:

"Hehehe, yes, today's luck is really high, thanks to the boss's Hongfu!"

The monk snorted coldly and said lightly:

"I'm lucky, but I don't know if I can avoid bullets with such good luck?"

The scarred man was immediately stunned, looked at the monk in horror, and swallowed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold current sweeping across his body, and an indescribable sense of crisis was spreading from the whole body. The hunched man in front of him seemed to be no longer an ordinary person, but seemed to have turned into a terrifying poisonous snake, waiting for him fiercely.

The scarred man woke up immediately and quickly said with a trembling voice:

"Big...Brother, I just laughed. I saw it wrong just now. Look, I... am not a leopard..."

As he said that, the scarred man trembled and immediately went to stir up the playing cards on the bed, trying to mix the playing cards he had just slapped on the bed.

However, the monk's face became even colder. He pulled up a dagger beside him and pushed the scar-faced man's hand into the bed.

The scarred man widened his eyes and had not reacted at the first time. When he noticed it, he immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, and blood was already splattering everywhere. Most of the beauties next to him were scared, and only the two beauties who served him for many years remained smiling. They were already commonplace for such scenes, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

The monk sneered and said in a deep voice:

"Jason!"

Accompanied by this call, a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared behind the scar-faced man. This exaggerated strong man was like a huge iron bucket, and his eyebrows were filled with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

When the scarred man heard this guy's name, he seemed to have suddenly seen a ghost. He was so scared that he was covered in siege and quickly begged:

"Boss, monk, the young man is wrong! Please spare me, I don't want this money. I still have crystals in my store. I have two crystals in my store, I will give them all! Please keep my life around..."

"Hey? What do you mean by this? It makes me look like a robber. If you win, it's nothing. You're willing to accept the loss. This is a rule that everyone knows on the poker table. But now you're backfiring and actually messing with the game in front of me. This is a bit too disregarded me!" The monk said calmly, spinning the dagger around.

The flesh and blood rolled, and more blood splashed out.

At this time, the two beauties around the monk became even more excited, stared at the big eyes and said in surprise:

"Boss... let me try it too, it seems very fun..."

"Yes, yes, I want to try it too..."

As he said that, the two beauties scrambled to cut the scar-faced man with the dagger. He wanted to resist, but he felt that he could not move suddenly, as if there was a kind of pressure pressing on him like a substance, making him crawling and unable to stand up.

Ever since Jason stood behind him, even if Jason had no need to do anything, he could not move because of fear.

This terrifying guy has a terrifying aura that suppresses people's hearts.

The monk wiped his hands with his handkerchief and said lightly:

"Hey, don't let it go. Didn't you just say you're lucky? Then today we will play a game to see if you can avoid bullets. Now there are more than three million Baileys in our game. Let's guess how many Baileys are stacked together to help you block the bullets? If you guessed it right, that means you are really lucky, and I will definitely let you go!"

The scarred man slowly raised his distorted face. He felt that he seemed to see hope for life again, and quickly said in a trembling voice:

"All...all are added together, three million, three million, no no, five million, ten million, ten million! I will pay my own money, and I will pay another ten million Bailey to buy my life. Boss, you can give me your hand and go around me once!"

The monk frowned and shouted in a deep voice:

"Do you kid not understand human words? I ask how many three million Baileys in the card game can help you block the bullets? What are you talking about?"

The scarred man quickly explained:

"Okay, three million Baileys, all three million Baileys are in front of me..."

As he said that, the scarred man had already started to collect money from the card game with one hand, stacking all the cash in front of him one by one, extending to the size of the entire bed, all blocking his face.

Looking at such a thick stack of cash, the scarred man thought he should be considered safe.

The monk held an exquisite silver pistol and measured it at the other end of the Bailey pile. While fiddling, he admired the scar-faced man's gradually fearful expression. He touched the thick trap with his hand and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that you are very confident that you can avoid this shot. It's not bad, so let me see if your luck is so good!"

As he said that, the monk was about to shoot, but he suddenly gave Jason a wink behind the scarred man. Jason picked up a hazelnut from the table next to him, and bounced it violently, instantly piercing the hazelnut into the back of the scarred man's head.

"Bang--"

Jason casually made a note, and a strange laugh seemed to come from the face under the mask, and then raised his fingers that were shaped like a pistol.

The back of the scarred man's head burst instantly, shattering like a watermelon.

The monk shook his head helplessly and said:

"It seems that for a guy like you who is two-faced and three-sword, it is obviously not enough to just protect your side. Besides, why would I be willing to shoot all the money through?"

Other card-playing men retreated to the bed, two of whom had dragged the body of the scar-faced man away.

The monk was already intrigued and was about to lie on the bed to rest. At this moment, a yellow-haired subordinate suddenly ran in in a hurry and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother...Brother is not good, Bahu...Brother seems to have been killed!"

The monk sat up from the bed with a fluttering expression on his face without any anger or surprise. Instead, he was both excited and cruel, and said gloomy:

"Killed? Really?"

The yellow-haired subordinate was a little surprised when he saw the boss's appearance, but he still answered truthfully:

"Boss, this is true! Now Boss Bahu is fighting back by his six subordinates, but strangely..."

"What's wrong? Don't hesitate!" the monk shouted.

The yellow-haired man scratched his head and said:

"The seven guys were wearing all black suits, and their faces were black and black. They were dancing strange dances. The man in the lead was holding a red crutch, which looked very funny."

The monk's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows and murmured:
Chapter completed!