Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 43 God of Gamblers Mark Lee

Seven thirty in the evening.

Man Mo Temple.

Wenwu Temple has a long history. It is said that it existed during the Daoguang period. It is a two-entry and three-bay building. Two stone lions sit on the front yard, one on the left and one on the right, and a plaque with the four characters of Shenwei Puyou hangs high.

Here is the meeting place with Tan Cheng tonight.

Mark Lee took out a stuffed canvas bag from the trunk of the car, carried it into the front yard, threw it on the ground and unzipped it, revealing the dark gun body and magazines inside.

In the magazine.

The yellow bullets contrast sharply with the black clips.

"Aze!"

Mark Lee yelled, threw a handful of Ingram at Zhong Wenze, then grabbed two Berettas and stuffed them into his lower back, and took out a few more clips, ready to throw them to him: "Go on!"

Zhong Wenze took Ingram, pushed out the magazine and pulled the bolt, making a sound of metal clashing, picked up two magazines and stuffed them into the jacket pocket: "Enough bullets."

"Grass, what do you want to do, kid?"

Mark Li opened his mouth and cursed: "What do you do with such a small amount of bullets?"

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze grinned, held Ingram in his left hand, and made a gesture of shooting at him with his right hand: "One shot kills a child, too many bullets are a burden."

"Depend on!"

Mark Lee pouted: "Better than my pony? I don't believe it."

"Brother Hao!"

Ma Keli lowered his head and rummaged through the canvas bag. He picked up the Remington and turned it over to check it out. He threw it to Song Zihao: "There are still many good things in it. If you need anything, go get it yourself. I'm too lazy to bother with you."

"Is there fried D?"

Zhong Wenze thought of those fried chickens made by Uncle Jian that night, they were so powerful, they were simply rare goodies.

"no!"

Mark Lee rolled his eyes: "You think this thing is similar to Chinese cabbage. Uncle Jian only has a few stocks in stock. He used up all of them that night and couldn't get them out in a short time."

"Nostalgic!"

Zhong Wenze had a longing expression on his face.

It would be great if Uncle Jian could make some fried D.

"You are beautiful."

Mark Lee re-zipped the canvas bag, and a group of people came to the Man Mo Temple in the inner hall. Above their heads, there was a plaque with a painting saying "Due De Tong Zhan". Again.

In front of.

Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu each stood on one side.

Emperor Wen holds a writing brush and is responsible for literature and official salary.

And Emperor Wu, that is, Guan Shengdijun, was wearing a green robe, holding a long sword, and his facial expression was calm and majestic, overlooking the four directions.

In the censer on the desk in front, the incense candles that have not burned out are emitting wisps of smoke.

Zhong Wenze took the fine incense placed aside, took out the lighter and lit it, bowed to the statues of the two emperors, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Mark Lee leaned against the middle pillar, squinted his eyes wrapped in cigarettes, and remained silent.

"Brother Ma."

Zhong Wenze turned around and looked at Mark Li: "Do you believe that there is a god in this world?!"

"letter."

Mark Li reached out and flicked the half of the cigarette in his hand, and replied firmly: "Because I am God, and I am in control of everything I own!"

in speech.

Exuding unparalleled domineering and self-confidence.

"Haha, strong!"

Zhong Wenze reached out to pat Mark Li on the shoulder, stood beside him, and lit a cigarette: "Brother Ma, where are you going after you leave this time?"

"Let's go to O Island."

Mark Lee shook his head and said.

"Hey, this is good!"

Zhong Wenze's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of the God of Gamblers.

Inside the God of Gamblers.

Isn't it him too?
"Yes, yes, just go here."

Zhong Wenze responded, and asked quickly: "By the way, how is your card skill?"

"Card?"

Mark Li raised his eyebrows: "Why are you asking this!"

"Just tell me if your poker skills are good!"

Zhong Wenze is very familiar with them now, and he speaks more casually.

"Haha, pony, it seems that you have a good reputation."

Song Zihao laughed heartily, and looked at Zhong Wenze: "Let me tell you, don't look at Xiao Ma who used to make counterfeit banknotes with me, but his card skills are simply superb, but he doesn't usually play very much. "

"real or fake?!"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows and looked at Mark Li beside him, seeking his verification.

"Ah."

Mark Li Yun nodded lightly: "Barely, but I'm not interested in that thing."

Song Zihao looked at Mark Li with some surprise: "Xiao Ma, you have become low-key now."

While the two of them were talking, they didn't notice the change in Zhong Wenze's expression.

"Have it!"

Zhong Wenze suddenly had a bold idea in his mind: "How about this, when you leave here and go to Ao Island, how about changing your name to Gao Jin? Don't do this anymore, let's change our appearance and become the God of Gamblers!"

"Gao Jin? God of Gamblers?"

Mark Lee repeated, and muttered softly: "What the hell?"

"That's it!"

Zhong Wenze made the final decision and said, "Believe me, gambling is legal on the island of Australia, so just do it, and come back and take care of me when you become the God of Gamblers!"

talking.

Zhong Wenze reached out and took off the windbreaker on Mark Lee.

Mark Li was confused by Zhong Wenze: "Hey! What are you doing!" Then Zhong Wenze forcibly pulled off the windbreaker.

Zhong Wenze stretched out his palm and spat twice, rubbed it casually and then touched Mark Lee's hair. In the voice of Mark Lee's disgust, he stroked his hair back into a messy big back shape.

Immediately, he draped the windbreaker over Mark Li's shoulders with his backhand, and dragged him to the outer courtyard: "After a while, after hearing my order, you come in from the outside, the kind of show."

"A catwalk?"

Mark Li was confused: "I can't!"

"you will!"

Zhong Wenze said with great certainty, and quickly walked back to Song Zihao's side, frowned and said: "Brother Hao, believe it or not, Brother Xiao Ma will definitely make a big hit."

"What explosion?"

Song Zihao didn't understand.

"music!"

Zhong Wenze yelled, hooked his hand at Ma Keli, motioned him to go inside, made a sound with his mouth, and began to play the vocal BGM for him.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang."

BGM sounded.

Mark Li didn't think too much, straightened the windbreaker on his shoulders, and walked in with his hands in his pockets.

The pace is neither slow nor slow, the whole person seems to have changed his temperament, extremely domineering, extraordinary aura, slender long legs, full of visual impact.

Go to the door.

Ma Keli was on one side, with the fingers of his right hand resting on the ring finger of his left hand, rubbing them back and forth a few times, looking at Zhong Wenze and Song Zihao with raised eyebrows.

"This"

Song Zihao looked at Mark Li, and was stunned for a moment, and clapped his hands: "Don't say it, it really feels different!"

"Perfect!"

Zhong Wenze snapped his fingers.

He had a premonition that as long as Mark Lee was dressed in a suit and a black windbreaker, he would be a gambler.

"Brother Ma, remember what I told you, go to the casino to develop in Australia Island. With your gambling skills, you will be able to make a fortune, and then go abroad to heal your legs. Absolutely. Can dominate one side!"

Zhong Wenze helped him write the script along the way.

"You boy, you have a lot of ghost ideas all day long."

Mark Lee shook his head with a smile, but he didn't take what Zhong Wenze said seriously.

at this time.

Outside the Man Mo Temple, the car brakes sounded.

Tan Cheng.

coming.

(End of this chapter)