Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 69 Gamblers
Finally, a small group of people appeared at the other end of the passage.

Escorted by two silent bodyguards, a fat old man with a shaved head, a thick and neatly trimmed beard, glasses and a plain black coat walked proudly and leisurely.

A bodyguard held a red velvet-lined box with a lattice-like cage above it, and inside it was a gray thing that moved restlessly back and forth. It was probably the famous "pirate".

Bouncers arrive at the start line with boxes of rats, and bearded older men approach the referees, who sit behind a small desk.

Pushing his lieutenant off a chair, he sat down heavily and began talking leisurely to the referee.

Another bodyguard stood next to him, legs spread wide, his back to the wall, his hands resting on a black short automatic gun slung across his chest.

Such a person is daunting, it is impossible to talk to him about gambling, even getting close to him is scary.

Then, Su Mengfan saw Mark in disheveled clothes, scratching his head that had not been washed for a long time, walking towards the team, and explaining something to the referee.

Su Mengfan could only hear the tone of voice here, but he could still see that the old man with a beard blushed with excitement, then made an arrogant expression, and finally nodded dissatisfied.

Then he took off his glasses and began to polish them.

Su Mengfan squeezed through the crowd to the starting line, where Mark stood.

Mark rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "This is a secret, it's all a secret!"

When asked what he was doing, Mark explained that he had just made a private bet with the old officer that his new rat would outrun the Pirate in the first round.

Mark said that he had to bet on Su Mengfan, but if he won, he could win all the passes to the red line for Su Mengfan and himself.

The officer of course rejected the proposal, saying that he would not engage in slave trading (Su Mengfan was relieved to hear this), but said that such presumptuous behavior would be punished.

If their rats lose, the price for Mark and Su Mengfan is to clean Abdul Kader, the public toilet on Line 5 of the Moscow Metro, for a year.

If the two win, they will get a pass.

Of course, he felt that the second scenario was unlikely, which was why he agreed to the bet.

He decided to punish this arrogant, arrogant, conceited guy.

"Then do you have your own mouse?" Su Mengfan asked cautiously.

"Of course!" Mark reassured him.

"A real beast! She'll tear the 'pirate' to shreds! Do you know how she escaped from me today? I almost let her slip! I almost chased her to {Nov Kuznet stand}."

"what is her name?"

"her name?"

"Yeah, what's her name?"

"Okay, let's call her Rocket," Mark suggested.

"Rocket—meaning sinister?"

Su Mengfan didn't know if the game was really going to end until which mouse tore the opponent into pieces, but he kept his mouth shut.

But when Mark said that he just caught his mouse today, Su Mengfan couldn't help it.

"Then how do you know she's going to win?"

"I trust her, Su Mengfan!" Mark said seriously.

"Anyway, I really hope to have a mouse of my own in the long run.

In the past, I used to bet on other people's mice.

They lost and I said to myself, 'It doesn't matter, someday I'll have my own mouse and she'll bring me luck. '

But I never made up my mind to do it -- after all, it's not an easy thing to do.

You have to get permission from the referee, and the process is really tiresome...

My life will slip away, the new thing will eat me up, or die, and I'll never have a mouse of my own again...

Then you showed up, and I thought: Let's start, start now, or give up.

I said to myself, if you don't take a risk now, you will always be betting on other people's rats.

Then I decided: If I'm going to play, I'll play big.

Of course, I want to help you, but please forgive me to be honest, helping you is not the most important thing.

Then I waited until the old man came. "Mark lowered his voice.

"I said: I'll bet myself against your pirate! He was so angry that he ordered the referee to disqualify my mouse. You know that."

He added, almost inaudibly low: "Then bet on cleaning public toilets for a year."

"But our mouse will definitely lose!" Su Mengfan desperately tried to fight him one last time.

Mark looked at him seriously, then smiled and said, "Then what if you don't lose?..."

The referee gave the audience a stern look, brushed his gray hair, then cleared his throat and read out the nicknames of the competing mice in what he thought was a dignified voice.

"Rocket" came last, but Mark didn't care one bit about that.

"Pirate" got the most applause, and only Su Mengfan gave applause to "Rocket".

At this time, Mark's hands were holding the cage, and he couldn't get out.

Su Mengfan is still looking forward to a miracle, so as to avoid falling into the bottomless abyss of shame.

The referee then fired a shot from his Makarov gun, and the rat owners then opened the cage.

"Rocket" rushed out first, and Su Mengfan's heart beat with excitement.

But soon, other rats flooded the passage, some fast and some slow.

"Rocket" did not show bravery because of her proud name. She was trapped five meters away from the starting line.

Stabbing a mouse is against the rules.

Su Mengfan glanced at Mark worriedly, guessing that he would neither become furious nor overwhelmed by sadness and look haggard, because Mark showed a firm and proud expression on his face.

It reminded him of a cruiser captain, ordering the ship to be sunk before it fell into enemy hands.

Like something he'd read in a battered book in the {Hayabusa Station} library, about the war between the Russians and other nations.

A few minutes later, the first mouse reached the finish line.

"Pirate" won, second came a mouse with an odd name, and third arrived "Pushka."

Su Mengfan glanced at the referee table.

The bearded old guy, wiping the sweat of excitement off his bald head with the same cloth he had wiped his glasses earlier, was discussing the result with the referee.

Su Mengfan had hoped that those two would forget about them.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly patted himself on the forehead, and came over to greet Mark with a smile.

At this moment, Su Mengfan felt that the two of them were going to be tortured, although this feeling was not very strong.

He followed Mark far behind to the referee's table, comforting himself in his heart: Anyway, the way to cross the Hansa is now clear, and the only problem is how to get out.

After inviting them to the front of the table, the bearded man turned to face the audience, briefly introduced the bets and then announced loudly.

There are two naughty ghosts who will clean the public toilets for a year starting today as agreed in advance.

(End of this chapter)