Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 250 The strongest idler
"Who are you?"

Oleg frowned, looking at the few big men who broke in suddenly.But Nikita's expression turned ugly.

Among these big guys, some of them had bandages on their arms and obvious bruises on their faces.

"Oh, Nikita, I hope you still remember us." One of the injured big men sneered, "Thank you for your care a few days ago. We went to your house and found that you didn't go back. There is no way , we will wait for you near here later. Look, isn’t this already waiting?”

"Nikita, who are these people?" Oleg frowned and looked at Nikita.

Nikita murmured, "They, they are thugs of the casino."

"Did you borrow money from them?" Oleg guessed Nikita's situation almost instantly, and couldn't help but angrily said, "I've said it many times, let you..."

Oleg took a deep breath and shook his head. It is useless to say these things now.He looked at these big men and said in a deep voice, "How much does he owe you?"

The man sneered and said, "Oh, sir, I'm afraid it's not just about money. There are bigger problems. Our boss told us to invite Mr. Nikita back."

Seeing that something was wrong, Nikita took two steps back subconsciously—but the big guys seemed to have expected this move, and they bullied them, and two of them caught Nikita more easily stand up.

"Stop." Oleg frowned, and suddenly shouted angrily.

"Are you going to help the bastard?"

"Please let go, this is a private house, if you mess around again, I will call the police." Oleg still said in a deep voice.

These big men suddenly burst into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke.One of them walked up to Oleg, looked at Oleg's body that was stronger and taller than himself, grinned and said: "I thought you would do it, but you said call the police. Tsk tsk, this It really made me think that what I saw was an old woman! Haha!"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Oleg's cheek gently.

Oleg grabbed the big man's wrist subconsciously, and twisted it suddenly—with a twist, the big man let out a scream like a pig!
But Oleg didn't stop, but lifted his knee fiercely and hit the opponent's stomach.The big man screamed again and fell to the ground.

The gaze in Oleg's eyes suddenly became fierce. The moment the big man fell to the ground, his fingers clenched into fists, and he aimed at the big man's chest again.

It's just that the fist stopped abruptly the moment it was about to hit the opponent's chest - no one stopped it, it was just that this extremely strong man stopped and retracted his hand.

There was a look of struggle on his face.

"asshole!"

At this time, another big man picked up a hockey stick at the door and smashed it hard on Oleg's back.Under the violent impact, the club snapped abruptly, while Oleg looked back, his fierce lion-like gaze made the sneak attacker shudder.

Bang bang——!
But at this moment, Oleg's head was slammed down by a huge vase.The vase was completely shattered, and a trace of blood flowed down Oleg's forehead.

He fell to the ground and passed out.

"Oleg! Oleg!" Nikita yelled in horror.

The big man who was knocked down to the ground at the beginning got up now.He spit out a mouthful of bloody spittle, pressed his stomach, and said with an ugly face: "Go! Take these two guys away!"

……

When Anton returned to the apartment—this was Nikita's newly rented apartment, he had been living in this place with Uncle Nikita for the past few days.

It's nice to live here!

Nikita also bought video games.Anton has never tried that he can play video games until he gets sleepy without having to do his homework at night.

Just returning with a big bag of food, Anton showed a strange expression when he just opened the door—because the apartment has become a mess now, as if it was destroyed by a wild beast.

Anton quickly contacted Nikita, but his phone couldn't be connected... He didn't know how to deal with the problem here.

But he found a note with an address on the back of the door.

And there are messages.

If you want to save your agent, do it alone.Also, you'd better not consider calling the police, or you will receive your agent's dead body early as a Christmas present this year.

"Uncle Nikita..."

Anton suddenly put down the things in his hands, grabbed the paper pasted behind the door, rushed down the stairs, and ran to the eldest sister.It's just that he was very at a loss about the address, but he thought that he could still call a taxi.

……

……

The croupier was sweating profusely, but had to continue to distribute the poker cards in his hand.On the contrary, there are a man and a woman sitting quietly opposite him.

You have to believe that the attractiveness of beauty is always greater than that of handsome men, especially in this kind of place full of male hormones—but even so, many people gathered here, but more eyes are on on this young man.

To be precise, it was a man with an oriental face—he even thought he spoke an unusually local Russian accent, so that the croupier couldn't tell whether this man was from a specific country in the east.

"Two, at 21 o'clock, leisure, leisure wins..."

The moment the cards were just dealt out, the croupier seemed even more powerless. He could only announce in a barely loud voice, swallowed his saliva, and pushed the chips in front of the gambler.

This is already the No.20 three-handed player wins the dealer-of course, it is not a strange thing to win twenty or thirty hands, as long as the number of bets is large enough.

But what about 23 consecutive wins?

This is no longer a problem that can be calculated with probability... This is evil!Unusual evil!
The croupier even swore in his heart that if this guy didn't cheat, he would chop off his fingers!Unless he is God!God sat before him!

oh!God?Think what a ridiculous idea this is... So, he must be cheating!But why hasn't the manager given instructions all this time?

The croupier was waiting anxiously, and started a new round of shuffling, and at the same time began to figure out what the guy who won 23 hands in a row was here for. Not much, it can even be said to be pitifully small!
Because, this guy, bets the minimum every time -- and never raises.

Is he playing?Are you still laughing at my strength?Or is it deliberately provoking this casino?
Thinking about it, when he was dealt five cards, he had to face the same situation again, "Two, blackjack, player, player wins..."

oh!Oh my God!
There are already four No.20s... The croupier couldn't help crying in his heart - 24 consecutive player wins, and they all won by blackjack.The croupier really felt that he might be able to apply for the world record of the unluckiest croupier.

I just don't know if there is such a world record...

……

"Slow down, slow down!"

"No manager, this is already the slowest, I can't see anything at all!"

"Where's the boss?"

"The boss is in the basement, didn't he interrogate that Nikita himself? When the boss is having fun, he doesn't like being disturbed by others!"

"Then you tell him that there is a guy who has won 24 in a row with us... No, my God, is this guy a magician? Already 25! Go! What are you doing!"

"Okay, okay..."

……

……

Maybe it was because luck ran out?

While spitting bitter water, Nikita couldn't help but have such thoughts.His internal organs seemed to be churning together, and he felt like he was going to die.

Suddenly, his hair was grabbed by someone—the owner of this place, Andrew.

"Mr. Nikita, you are more resilient than I imagined."

Nikita coughed in pain: "Mr. Andrew, I said you owed you a loan, and I can pay it back right away...Why, you still torture me?"

What kind of person is Andrew?

He was almost as strong and strong as Oleg - so unlike the bosses in Nikita's impression who passed the level and enjoyed life, this guy was extremely strong.

"Mr. Nikita, maybe you don't know..." Andrew smiled and said, "In fact, very few people know that besides being the owner of this casino, I'm also the owner of the ring under No. 78 Nevsky Prospekt .”

"What, what!" Nikita's eyes widened.

oh!God!Nikita felt that he already understood why Andrew had arrested him this time!

That kind of arena is naturally not an aboveboard place - such a arena is basically controlled by dealers.Although it is a slogan that as long as they have the ability, anyone can play on stage, but this is obviously just a means to attract more gamblers.

Nikita never thought that keeping Anton in this kind of ring was a long-term solution.He just intends to use the shortest possible time to get enough benefits from this arena - before completely angering the dealer, he intends to stop.

But he never thought that he would have angered the other party so quickly.

"Mr. Andrew, I, I can return all the money I won these days..." Nikita begged immediately.

Andrew just sneered.

Nikita quickly said: "I also promise that Anton will not be allowed to participate in your ring in the future! Don't worry, he won't show up again!"

Andrew said indifferently: "Mr. Nikita, don't you think it's too late to let that guy leave the ring now? Anton is a hot guy right now. If he disappears from the ring suddenly, I believe I Your reputation will be greatly damaged. And these losses are far higher than your winning countless times."

"You...what do you want..."

Andrew raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You know? I used to be a boxer, but I've never seen such a powerful guy... He should always stay in my ring and become the overlord!"

"You want Anton to serve you?" Nikita couldn't help but exclaimed.

Andrew said indifferently: "He will come over soon."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of this room in the basement, and Andrew suddenly smiled and said: "Look, it seems to have come!"

Ignoring Nikita's ugly expression, Andrew opened the door, looked at his subordinates, and asked first, "Has our guest arrived yet?"

"Boss... a guest came from above, and he has won 25 games in a row!"

Andrew's face suddenly collapsed.

(End of this chapter)