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But the big dog has to look after its owner, not to mention that Wen Meng is his uncle, who is much more advanced than a dog. Seeing the banker's sneering face with swollen flesh and pockmarks, Mao Jue's heart also rose in one breath. , snatched the broken silver from Wen Meng, stretched out his hand and threw it on Dashang.

The brows were all straightened up, with a hint of sarcasm, the pockmark shook the dice cylinder again, and more than a dozen gamblers shook their heads sweating for a long time before they slammed on the gaming table with a bang.

"Hey, three three one, little one! Everyone, I'm sorry, hey, what the hell are you doing?"

While speaking, the dealer's wrist was grabbed by Mao Jue like a viper. He had been playing League of Legends for three years and took the cross-fire system. Mao Jue's hand speed was really unbelievable. With his hand, he pulled out a dark object from his sleeve, and brought it to Mao Jue with the tied red rope.

"what is this?"

Looking at Mao Jue's gloomy gaze, the banker obviously had a flash of panic and ferocity in his eyes, and shouted forcefully.

"This fucking is the fortune charm I asked for in the Taoist temple, you fucking ouch~"

Before he finished speaking, Mao Jue slashed the bridge of his nose with a straight fist again. This is the most vulnerable position of a human being. Even if this guy is big and thick, he still staggered and took several steps back, bitter and bitter. Sweet covered her nose and lowered her head.

Amidst the bluffing of those gamblers, Mao Jue hung the dark ore above the dice, and amidst the dumbfoundedness of more than twenty moves, the dice, which had been motionless, seemed to have life, and turned towards the dice abruptly Three faces, revealing a red four five six.

"You fucking dare to cheat!"

He was dumbfounded, and there was a complete silence for more than a second, and Wen Meng exploded.

Chapter 24. Men

The most common cheating method is to fill the dice with lead, which makes it easier to roll out the desired points. However, once the dice is weighed, it is clear that the cheating method of this pockmark is much better. It is dyed with iron, the big one is cinnabar, and there is a magnet on the wrist. When you need to be young, you can shake it with your left hand, and when you don’t care about it, you can shake it with your right hand. It’s no wonder that his gambling house never loses money.

Gambling has been exposed on TV in the later generations, and their cheating methods are much more high-tech than this. This is only an entry-level level. Last time I came to Wenmeng, Mao Jue had already seen some clues, but he was too lazy to cause trouble That's all, but this time he asked Wen Meng to stop thinking about it, at least he had to have a concern, so naturally he didn't care what caused trouble or not.

But this incident seems to be a little too big, watching the dice flickeringly in a daze, Wen Meng's eyes were straightened, not only him, but also the eyes of the gamblers number 20 in the room were scarlet color to come.

Even in later generations, in the era of the rule of law, there are not many gamblers who sold their children and stabbed their parents with knives for gambling, let alone the group of professional gamblers today, whose eyes are so red that they sell their children, daughters, and property. In the end, they sold all the coffins of their parents, and in the end they were tricked by others. This kind of hatred is really no less than killing their parents.

"Ma Lao San!!!"

With a bang, the waist knife was pulled out, and Wen Meng kicked out the table that had been lying on the ground for an unknown number of days. The cargo growled through gritted teeth.

After all the responses, those gamblers were also rolling their arms and stools, and the cheap dealer surrounded by him was dumbfounded. Just now he was still a high-ranking gambling shop owner, but in a blink of an eye he became a target of public criticism. He was stunned and looked around Looking at Mao Jue, who was still holding his magnet bracelet, his eyes almost wished he could swallow him alive.

But now Mr. Mao is also a "status" person, and he loses his status by caring about such evil forces, and he doesn't care about Ma San's fierce eyes. He put his arm around Su Yi's shoulders, and stepped back leisurely to look at lively.

Kicking a bench in front of him, pressing down the knife, Wen Meng's horse face was hideous like a horse's face, his beards stood up on both sides, and he yelled with his shoulders crooked.

"Masan, fish have fish ways, shrimp have shrimp ways, you should know what will happen to our dice shop when it cheats, you should obediently stretch out your claws and let me chop one more knife, and then get out of Dongjiang, forget about it Otherwise, hum!"

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his pockmarked fat face twitched violently, but looking around the scarlet eyes of those murderous gamblers, this guy shook his head in a very bachelor, He also rubbed the right wrist of the dice.

"Okay, I'm going to admit it today, let's follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, okay!"

Putting the small bench flat, he took a deep breath, and the fellow squatted down. Facing the bench, Wen Meng grinned ferociously and held out the knife, waiting to give him a clean break.

However, the biggest rule in the arena is that there are no rules!

Just before Ma San'er put his arm on the bench, he suddenly blew a whistle. Hearing the whistle, after all, it was an old soldier who had been through the battlefield and crawled back and forth among the dead. At the same time when his back was cold, Wen Meng had already turned around and hacked at him with a hacking knife. With a sound of blood splashing, the shirtless gambler was chopped to the ground, and the sharp knife with sharp ears stuck to the back of the overturned gambling table. .

Qin Hui has three gangs!What's more, it's possible that someone who runs a gambling shop doesn't have a few idlers under his command?A whistle is the signal to attack, and a few gangsters directly bloomed among the gamblers. The attack was ruthless, the sharp knife was aimed at the waist of the person, and several times fell to the ground amidst the screams. Wen Meng was the one who did the trick, his eyes widened for a moment, and he yelled in panic.

"Master! Be careful!"

The black knife is really hard to defend against, Mao Jue was still there biting the bullet to see how to cut off his hands, to strengthen his psychological defense line, suddenly swung a knife and pierced his waist, screamed, Su Yi didn't even think about it He bumped away from Mao Jue and stood in front of him. Looking at the murderous eyes of the black-faced man, Mao Jue's pupils seemed to dilate a little.

Bang~

Once the head bloomed, half of it was sprayed red, the black face no longer existed, the only remaining tongue was dangling, and the corpse was thumping on the ground. This scene was so bloody that even the chaotic gamblers in the room were shocked. hands.

Then it was easy, the knife was still stabbed in the body, gambling together on weekdays, who bluffed the loudest, the gamblers also knew in their minds, two beat one, and fell down on the spot by pulling their hair, in a small gambling house Fighting again, it became one piece, with the sound of fists pounding, blood sprayed onto the wall, and the big yellow teeth that had been knocked out were everywhere.

This Wenmeng gangster is a gangster, and he is pretty good to Mao Jue, a nephew. He didn't care about the crowded scene inside, and rushed directly to Mao Jue who was holding a gun and was a little dazed, and dragged him directly outside with Su Yi. rushed out.

Fortunately, I took a trip to the sea. In the past ten days, the second revolver was finished, and Wen Meng sent it directly to Mao Jue's residence in Daying. The last time he killed Shen Qian was different, that time Mao Jue was already dizzy from anger, but this time he was scared to death, holding his gun with his head down, and he was panting heavily outside.

The laws of this era, especially in the town here, are really rough and tight. A group of street patrolmen came and surrounded the gambling house, and beat the dizzy gamblers inside without caring about anyone. They were all smashed out with a scabbard. Wen Meng, his "own man", explained a few words, and the hundreds of households patrolling the street turned their heads roughly, and the four who were beaten and stabbed to death dug a hole and buried them on the spot. Well, the three gangsters who were beaten so badly that they looked like men were locked up in the office of the general army, and they were probably thrown to some island to work as coolies, and the rest stayed where they were cool.

As for the few gamblers who were unlucky enough to get stabbed, they will fend for themselves!

However, Ma San, the leader of this incident, the grandson got a little soft during the chaos, and ran away without a trace.

"Master, don't worry, I will tell our brothers when I turn around, Pi Dao is such a big ass, I can't run away from him!"

Thinking about today's matter, Wen Meng spat unhappily, and patted his chest to reassure Mao Jue, but Mao Jue finally came to his senses after listening to these words, but he didn't get angry at all, and simply went up Slap him on the forehead.

"You're still causing trouble! How old is it? You play dice and drink a lot every day. Are you fucking worthy of the ancestors of the Wen family?"

"Little one, little one, it's not that you're free and have nothing to do. If your hands are itchy, just play a couple of tricks!"

Really turned it upside down, Uncle Wen Meng made Mao Jue, a nephew, look like a grandson, spreading his hands and drooping his head sadly, laughing with him, Mao Jue was furious when he heard it, and slapped him again.

"Today, you will go with me and be the one who carries the water and pours the urinal for me. I will watch you personally! If you don't learn from the mother, I will directly beat you to death for my grandfather!"

Although he was slapped again, Wen Meng couldn't help but shouted in surprise when he heard this.

"Young master, you, you want to transfer the little one to the West camp?"

"You can't become a hundred households, but I can still win a lawsuit if I follow the general banner personally, so why don't you go!"

"Go! Go! Of course I went! Whoever doesn't go is a Mantis!"

Don't look at how small the official is, but being a poor soldier in the South Camp and being a general in the West Camp are two different concepts, not to mention that following Mao Jue is the treatment of a soldier, just patrolling the sea On the boat, the oil and water are much more affordable than receiving the military salary that was short of half a year in the marine battalion.

Mao Jue went to see General Mao Youde for a drink. On the same day, Wen Meng was transferred to the No. 13 Thousand Household Office of Xidaying. Not only him, but eleven trusted soldiers under his command also came over. When they heard about this opportunity, no one was joking.

In the evening, the yamen compound of the Qianhu Office in Xidaying.

"Look, this is your young master! Your Mr. Qian! In the future, Mr. Qian will chop whoever he says, and whoever he asks you to chop! Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire, you can't be persuaded by me! Whoever he is Damn, dare to pee your pants to embarrass me, so I chopped him off with my own hands!"

"I haven't seen Mr. Qian yet!"

Wen Meng yelled, and eleven soldiers dressed in old cotton armor, ranging in age from fifty to fifteen, knelt down and bowed down neatly.

"Meet Mr. Qian!"

However, at such a meeting, Mao Jue felt that the corners of his mouth were twitching a bit. He didn't look like the army visiting the general, but he had the underworld feeling of a younger brother begging his elder brother. However, this kind of thing is popular these days, and Mao Jue is not very good. What to say, I can only accept three kowtows from ordinary people with a strange face, and then I slap up and cough pretentiously.

"Okay, let me get up!"

"From now on, you will all follow me. If I have a bite to eat, I won't let you go hungry, and if I have a piece of cloth, I won't let you go cold. As long as I say whatever, you can do whatever you want, and you must eat delicious food! Do you understand! "

These words are a bit more triad, but these big-headed soldiers are just like this. That 52-three, toothless old man took the lead, and these soldiers and ruffians bowed together again.