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Chapter 1212: Crossing the Tribulation
The Century Casino is still as luxurious as ever. In the small alleys at night, its glittering neon lights are much more dazzling than during the day.

From a distance, you can see the building, shining brightly, as if the god of wealth has arrived and money is rolling in.

Today, without Shen Xing and Guo Limin, Wang Yan strolled to the entrance of Century Casino. The stall that sold milk tea yesterday was still there, so Wang Yan went to buy another cup.

"Boss, this is Vasa."

The stacker from last night appeared in front of Wang Yan like the wind, and took the initiative to pay for the milk tea.

"Business is bad?"

"No one is as generous as the boss." The stacker took out a piece of silver from his pocket.

Wang Yan took the whole pack very naturally, opened it, lit one, and put the rest into his pocket.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Wang Yan asked, "Has anyone asked you about me?"

"Uh... no! Absolutely not!" The stacker shook his head repeatedly.

"That's right." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, "What did you say?"

The stacker stopped pretending and took the initiative to reveal: "Boss, it's the people from the casino. They think you are an expert, so they want to find out the situation. I said I was a customer pulled from the street and I don't know much. Boss, you know, I really don't know anything."

Wang Yan remained silent and said nothing.

The stacker stood aside with a smile on his face, and he didn't dare to say anything. Because he felt that Wang Yan didn't talk much, and thought that Wang Yan didn't like people who talked a lot, so he spoke less. Waiting to accompany Wang Yan in to exchange chips and give him ten yuan a handful of money...

After a while, the milk tea was ready. The stacker led the way attentively, and Wang Yan followed, slurping the milk tea.

As usual, I exchanged the chips first, not much, just like yesterday, one thousand yuan.

"Boss, shall we play dice today?"

Wang Yan looked around and clearly saw a few people who were not shy about looking at him, so he responded with a friendly smile.

"Play dice." Wang Yan nodded and walked towards the dice.

It was the same beautiful dealer from yesterday. When she saw Wang Yan coming, she smiled sweetly and nodded to him.

Wang Yan also responded with a friendly smile, and then started playing round after round...

Today, Wang Yan played for a long time and won a lot, reaching nearly 100,000. This was under the circumstances where the beautiful dealer kept operating and affecting the results.

The reason why he can still win money is that it is not just a matter of result, but also requires comprehensive consideration of the bets of other gamblers, so that it is easier to manipulate.

Some people bet on different points, some bet on big or small, and some bet on odd or even, and there are quite a lot of people. If you want to target Wang Yan, you have to calculate the situation in a short time, and kill only some gamblers, leaving others, and maintaining a certain ratio before you can kill Wang Yan.

Because Wang Yan's bet was not big, he did not play as hard as he did yesterday. After winning more than 10,000 yuan, he just bet a few hundred or a few thousand. The dealer could not eliminate him in one go, so he could not play the more disgusting all-kill strategy.

Wang Yan always manages to seize opportunities, making it difficult for the dealer to kill him, and thus win money.

This is a test of calculation ability, and Wang Yan is obviously invincible in this aspect. Although the beautiful croupier is quite skilled, she is always calculating, which consumes a lot of her energy.

By the time Wang Yan gave the stacker a hundred chips and packed up to leave, the beautiful dealer had already put on her makeup and looked like she had been fished out of the water.

If Wang Yan did this in a regular casino, he would have already changed to a dealer with better skills. But there is no such thing here. This beautiful dealer is the best. Even if they have surveillance cameras behind them, it is useless if there is no one behind the scenes to calculate.

Obviously, they are trying to make money from those addicted gamblers. These people are brainless, addicted, and easy to cheat. When facing people like Wang Yan, their way of dealing with them is very primitive, and Wang Yan doesn't like it very much...

When he went to exchange chips, before he even touched the red banknotes, he was taken to a room upstairs in the casino by two burly men in a seemingly polite manner.

There are already three people inside, and including the one who took Wang Yan up, there are five people in total.

As soon as I entered, I was attracted by the white hair of one of them.

The man sat in a large boss chair, holding a square cup in his hand and shaking whiskey with ice.

"Sit down and pour this boss some wine."

The white-haired man gave an order, and the two people behind him pushed Wang Yan onto the sofa. Wang Yan did not resist, and sat down, watching them pour him wine and add ice.

At this time, the white-haired man came out with a wine glass, sat opposite Wang Yan, and raised his glass to Wang Yan: "Please."

Wang Yan smiled, picked up the cup, turned it around to look at it, then turned it around again to smell it, and then took a sip.

He smacked his lips and put down the glass: "Fake wine."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the white-haired man frowned: "Boss, do you know anything about wine?"

"I know a little bit." Wang Yan said, "This glass of wine is cloudy in color, light in aroma, and astringent at the beginning. It's okay that you don't know much about wine, you can hardly taste it, and it's okay to pretend like you did just now."

"Boss, you are very courageous." The white-haired man was so angry that he laughed. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and put the glass heavily on the table. "Let me introduce myself. I am Yan Baimei. I have two casinos in Century Casino. The dice you play are mine. What is your name, boss?"

"The surname is Wang."

"Okay, Boss Wang, I've been observing you for two days and found that you are a master at playing dice. Our dealer is no match for you. Can you tell me what you are going to do? Hmm?"

Wang Yan knew Yan Baimei, he was an old friend. Now seeing his ferocious look, he felt quite a contrast.

He shook his head and laughed, "Boss Bai, you're the one who opened the casino, you open the door to do business, you welcome gamblers from all over the world, you ask me what I want to do? What can I do in a casino? Of course, to win money. You guys can't afford it. I only won more than 120,000, and you still owe me 100,000. It seems like you're going to resort to trickery?"

"Who knows?" Yan Baimei spread his hands and smiled at Wang Yan, quite proudly.

At the same time, the person standing behind Wang Yan took out a gun, loaded it with a click, and pointed it at the back of Wang Yan's head.

Wang Yan smiled, then tilted his head slightly, stretched out one hand, grasped the gun's sleeve and slid it back a little, making it unable to fire. Then, following the force of the gunman trying to get rid of it, he flipped over from the sofa.

Then with a click, he twisted the gunman's wrist, snatched the gun, and kicked him aside.

Bang~
A gunshot was heard, and bright red spots appeared on the head of the gunman who was kicked away.

Wang Yan still remembered that when he was being held up, this man had used the most strength and had the most ferocious smile...

Everything happened in a flash. It was not until this time that the other people in the room saw the situation clearly and realized that Wang Yan had killed someone in such a short time.

They pulled out guns from their clothes and wanted to shoot Wang Yan to death.

bang bang bang
After three gunshots, except for Yan Baimei who had already hidden behind the table, the wrists of the other three people holding guns were all broken, and the unloaded guns fell to the ground.

They held their wrists and wailed.

"Shut up, everyone. If you keep shouting, you'll die."

Wang Yan's voice was not loud, and was even suppressed by their screams. But they all heard it, and they gritted their teeth and shut up. They didn't dare to touch the gun in front of them.

Wang Yan walked over and picked up the guns on the ground one by one.

They were all Colts, which were very popular pistols. They were classic and timeless. This made it convenient for Wang Yan, since the bullets were universal.

After picking up the gun, Wang Yan opened the door and looked outside.

The gunshots rang out in the closed room, and the environment downstairs was noisy. Maybe there was a fierce battle going on upstairs, and no one was moving around. Therefore, no one else was disturbed.

After confirming, Wang Yan closed the door.

He turned around, holding the gun and waving his hand, calling out to Yan Baimei who had his hands raised: "Come on, come on, sit down and talk."

"Boss Wang, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Yan Baimei sat back down with his hands raised, speaking Chinese with a strange accent. His face was full of sincerity, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding.

He said, "You Chinese have an old saying, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one, and to turn hostility into friendship. I don't know what I can do to make us reconcile and live in harmony."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "There are indeed some misunderstandings. I don't like being pointed at with a gun, so this person died before they could point at him. I also don't want the misunderstanding between the two sides to be difficult to resolve, so they are still alive. Boss Bai, you don't blame me, right?"

"Don't blame them, they deserve it. It's only natural for Boss Wang to teach them a lesson."

“I know a lot of idioms.”

"I like Chinese culture, and the most business we do here is with Chinese people, so I must learn from them. Only by learning well can we provide better service."

"Good, you are aware of this." Wang Yan said with a smile, "The ten I won..."

"I'll call and have someone send the money up right now." Yan Baimei was very positive.

Wang Yan shook his head slightly, took out a cigarette and lit it, then threw one to Yan Baimei.

He crossed his legs and placed them on the low wooden table in front of him, gently swinging his long legs, smoking and talking: "Actually, I'm a good person."

"It can be seen that Boss Wang is a kind-hearted person." Yan Baimei nodded, agreeing with what Wang Yan said.

Wang Yan continued, "I heard that you are all devout Buddhists, and Buddha believes in karma. Today I won 100,000 and you let me go, but tomorrow I will come back to win 100,000. My greed is uncontrollable, and neither is yours, so even if you don't let anyone bring me up today, it will be the same in a few days. Boss Bai, this is destined to happen to you."

"Yes, Boss Wang is right. I have already felt it."

"You should ask me how to survive the catastrophe."

"It's my fault." Yan Baimei said seriously, "Then may I ask Boss Wang, how can I overcome this calamity?"

"Simple. You deducted 100,000 from me, which was originally my winnings. You just return the money to me, okay?"

"this is necessary."

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Then I should have left Century Casino ten minutes ago. Because of you, Boss Bai, I wasted my time. During this time, my money was kept with you. It is reasonable that you should give me some interest." "Indeed, I was wrong. I wonder how much interest Boss Wang wants?"

Seeing Wang Yan clenching his two fingers holding the cigarette, Yan Baimei said, "Two hundred thousand? I'll have someone send the money up right away."

"One person died, three people's arms were broken, and my head was pointed at by your people with a gun. I have been talking to you for so long, just for a mere 200,000 yuan?" Wang Yan flicked the cigarette butt at Yan Baimei's face, and the latter didn't even dare to dodge.

"Two million, in red notes, cash."

"Boss Wang, two million is too..."

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun moving up and pointing at his head, Yan Baimei wisely shut up.

Wang Yan said, "Am I bargaining with you? Boss Bai, let me be clear. Two million, bring it to me, and I will leave if you live. If you can't bring it to me, I will let these three trusted subordinates have an in-depth exchange with you, and then you die and I will leave. Am I clear?"

Yan Baimei swallowed his saliva and nodded vigorously: "Clear! Very clear! But two million may take some time."

"One hour."

"Can I call?"

"Can you conjure up red banknotes?" Wang Yan asked back.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yan Baimei nodded repeatedly, then took out his mobile phone and started making a call.

Wang Yan was holding a gun, with his hands behind his back, looking around the house.

Finally he saw a pinhole camera in the corner.

He moved closer to confirm, then turned back to look at Yan Baimei.

The latter also noticed Wang Yan's movements. After saying a few words and hanging up the phone, he said, "The computer is right there. There is absolutely no backup storage. If Boss Wang is worried, you can operate it yourself."

"Call your number."

Wang Yan continued to look through the photos and finally found three places, taking photos of the situation inside the house from every angle.

After all this, Wang Yan sat down in front of the computer, operated it for a while, and then turned off the power in the room. Suddenly, the room fell into darkness.

Yan Baimei didn't dare to say more and continued on the phone.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Yan walked straight over and opened the door. Outside the door were two casino waiters. They were holding boxes, lowering their heads, and didn't dare to look any further.

Wang Yan reached out to take the box and waved for them to leave.

Then, without closing the door, he opened the box with the help of the light in the corridor and looked at the pile of red banknotes inside.

At this time, Yan Baimei said, "Boss Wang, here is 1.1 million. This is the money we can withdraw tonight. I need to keep some of it for the guests to exchange for chips."

Wang Yan nodded, squatted on the ground and picked up a stack of money, breaking it with his thumb, letting the red bills slide through his fingers one by one, listening to the crisp sound. This is more pleasant than the sound of chips. It's a pity that Boss Liu last night didn't have the chance to see him.

Yan Baimei continued, "Boss Wang, I just made a few phone calls, but not many people can take out one million in cash at this time, and not many are willing to lend it to me. So I contacted my friend in Daban, and maybe Boss Wang has heard of his name. His name is Uncle Cai. Uncle Cai agreed to lend me one million. However, Daban is quite a distance from Xiaomo Nong, and it takes a while to drive here. Boss Wang, can you give me some time?"

"How long?"

"The road is not easy to walk on at night. It will take nearly two hours."

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded, "Then let's talk about it again."

"It's my great honor." Yan Baimei breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where in China is Boss Wang from?"

"northeast."

"I know the Northeast. There are people from there who come to our place to play. Just now I was talking about Daban. Boss Wang, you don't seem to know the distance to Xiaomo Nong. I guess you just came to our Xiaomo Nong, right?"

"Trick me? Want to get revenge?"

Yan Baimei shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, how dare I? Just chatting, just chatting."

"It's okay." Wang Yan smiled, "Actually, I understand you. If we were in the other's shoes, and I were you, I wouldn't let myself go. How about I kill you after I get the money?"

"No, no, no, Boss Wang, I really..."

"I'm just kidding." Wang Yan waved his hand. "I'm a trustworthy person. If I say you'll live, you'll live. If you're not convinced today and want to retaliate against me, that's for next time. But let me make it clear to you first. If we're still unhappy next time, you'd better prepare more money. If not, I guarantee that you'll die unhappy."

"Boss Wang, once you get the money, you will definitely leave Xiaomo Nong as soon as possible. The world is so big, and I don't have that much power. Don't you agree, Boss Wang?"

"That's right, Boss Bai, you are quite sensible. I am optimistic about you."

"Thank you, Boss Wang."

"You're welcome."

This is a rude remark, Wang Yan said it in Bomo language.

At first Yan Baimei didn't even react. When he finally understood, his eyes widened instantly and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He was very glad that he didn't try to be smart and find someone to come and kill Wang Yan, but really admitted his mistake and kept calling to raise money. Otherwise, he would be finished now. Because Wang Yan could understand!
Of course, he was not a fool. If someone really came and surrounded Wang Yan, and Wang Yan was about to die, he would definitely be taken away with him.

He really doesn't want to die...

So Yan Baimei stopped talking, sat there as if the days were long, and slowly drank his fake wine.

Wang Yan sat on the sofa again, still swinging his feet on the low table as before.

The door was open, and the light from the corridor shone in, but it could not shine on the two people. People passing by could only see their figures dimly. As for those who were shot in the wrist, they hid obediently at the door where they could not be seen.

Their wrists hurt, and they were terrified, but they dared not make any sound, and even held their breath. They huddled in a corner, close to each other, warming each other. They were terrified.

This is for safety reasons, but in reality, people walking on this floor don't dare to look up when passing by the door. They just glance at it out of the corner of their eyes when they pass by in a hurry.

Time passed slowly, and in everyone's agony, an hour and a half passed quickly.

Suddenly, Yan Baimei's cell phone rang.

He took a look and inexplicably let out a long sigh. Then he carefully picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and then said, "Yes, let him come up."

"Here comes Boss Wang."

After a while, a man with long hair carrying a box appeared at the door. Because of the backlight, only his silhouette could be seen.

"Boss Yan?" the man asked tentatively, greeting him in Brunei.

"I'm here." Yan Baimei replied in Chinese, "Is this Dantuo? Come in."

But Tuo came in with a box and placed it at Wang Yan's feet: "This is the one million cash you asked for. Uncle Cai said that if you have any trouble, you can tell us and we can help each other."

He also speaks Chinese.

As he spoke, his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he subconsciously looked around the room.

Then he saw the people shivering in the corner, saw the man lying there silently with a faint pool of marks in front of him, saw the man in front of him with his feet on the table, smiling, and the black gun in the man's hand.

He found that he seemed to have said something wrong.

For a moment, my hair stood on end.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Yan's voice sounded, "I have no grudge against Uncle Chai from Daban. I don't even know him. You are here to give me money. If you don't cause trouble, we are all in Vasa."

As he spoke, Wang Yan sat up, put the pistol aside, opened the box, and roughly looked through the red banknotes inside. Then he closed the box, found a bag in the house, and put the guns in it.

Then he stood up, carrying two boxes and a bag.

"Boss Bai, your misfortune today is over. You'd better be more sensible."

"Boss Wang, rest assured. I, Yan Baimei, am not someone who cannot afford to lose. I admit defeat."

"Get out of here now. I won a hundred thousand from you, and you want to kill me. Boss Bai, I still say the same thing. If you want revenge, you must prepare enough money first. That's all I have to say. You can do whatever you want."

Wang Yan looked at Dan Tuo who was standing there staring at him, and said with a smile, "Dantuo, right? You've worked hard. Thank you for running so far so late at night to bring me money. We'll meet again if we're lucky. Vasa."

But Tuo hesitated, but still put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Boss Wang, this is Vasari."

Wang Yan smiled, then picked up the money and the gun, turned around and left.

But Tuo stood at the door and watched Wang Yan disappear around the corner.

Behind me, there was a sound of heavy breathing, which was the relaxation after surviving the disaster.

"Boss Yan, this is..." Dan Tuo asked with concern.

Yan Baimei waved his hand, forced himself to stand up, walked over and patted Dantuo on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work. Please tell Uncle Cai that I will return the money to him in two days. Go down and play a few games, and it will be mine."

"Thank you, Boss Yan. I have something else to do tomorrow morning, so I'll go back first."

"Okay, drive safely."

Yan Baimei was just being polite and didn't try to persuade him to stay. Seeing that Dantuo was gone, he leaned heavily against the wall, slowly slid down, and collapsed on the ground...

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