The years when I was an old man

The middle-aged beggar is 17 points.

If you want to surpass him, you must be Leopard 6.

Picking up the dice, I weighed it in my hand.

Find the positions of the two hand-controlled dice.

Pour it into the bowl and throw it away.

The dice and bowl collided immediately, making a crisp sound.

Listen, it's a bit pleasing to the ear.

Old Wu, who was holding a lot of change behind him, immediately stretched out his head.

He stared at the dice in the bowl and shouted:

"Leopard 6, Leopard 6..."

Several beggars also shouted:

"Small, small, small..."

This scene attracted many tourists to watch.

The junction of the entire carriage was squeezed tightly.

The dice slowly stopped.

"Wow! Leopard. Awesome, it turned out to be a leopard!"

As soon as the dice stopped, the spectators around immediately let out a burst of exclamation.

None of them thought of it.

My three dice turned out to be Leopard 6.

At 18 o'clock, it's a little beggar again.

"how can that be?"

Several beggars stood up and looked at me in surprise.

The middle-aged beggar looked even more astonished.

He couldn't figure out how I did it.

"You lost, the bill should be settled!"

Looking at the middle-aged beggar, I said coldly.

The middle-aged beggar looked at me angrily and remained motionless.

And I reached out, trying to take away the jewelry in front of the middle-aged beggar.

I just moved.

Suddenly, the middle-aged beggar grabbed my wrist.

He works hard.So much so that a circle of black and red marks immediately appeared on my wrist.

"Want to renege?"

I looked up and stared at him coldly.

"You pay a thousand dollars!"

The middle-aged beggar said viciously.

I sneered and asked back:

"Three dice, two are yours, and the bowl is also yours. So many eyes are staring at you, but you say I'm cheating. It doesn't seem to make sense, does it?"

The middle-aged beggar was left speechless by what I said.

But the hand holding my wrist still refused to let go.

Suddenly, the young beggar with the blood hole in his arm spoke.

"Boss, I am willing to bet and admit defeat. If we lose, we will admit it. Give him the baby..."

I couldn't help but glanced at the young beggar curiously.

I don't believe that there are such kind-hearted people in the beggar gang.

When I look at him, he looks at me.

Eyes met, he smiled at me and nodded.

The middle-aged beggar was furious, glared at the young beggar, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Shut up, I don't have your share of words here!"

Saying that, he looked at me again.

"I would like to ask, what path did you go? What door did you enter? Where did you come from?"

Obviously, the middle-aged beggar already suspects that I belong to Qianmen.

"No matter which way you go, you should understand the truth of willing to bet and admit defeat! Let me tell you one last time, let go!"

"What if I don't let it go?"

The middle-aged beggar glared at me.

I know that he is just playing tricks with me because of the large number of people.

"Then you are killing yourself!"

As soon as my voice fell.

He flipped his wrist violently.

With the index finger and middle finger tightly together, they swiped towards the middle-aged beggar's arm.

I'm fast.

It was almost too late for the middle-aged beggar to react.

Just listen to "ah".

The middle-aged beggar stepped back immediately, covering his wrist with one hand.

On the wrist, blood was dripping non-stop.

The knife Xiaoduo gave me is extremely sharp.

Although I am not particularly proficient in using it.

But this astonishing lethality still surprised me.

The expression of the middle-aged beggar was a little frightened.

Looking at me, he still asked:

"Are you from the Rongmen Small Knife Society?"

Middle-aged beggars are also well-informed.

As soon as I made a move, he immediately thought of the Rongmen Small Sword Society.

I ignored him, reached out to pick up the jewelry on the ground, turned around and handed it to old Mr. Wu.

Old Mr. Wu was very happy.

Holding a few gold jewelries, they kept rubbing them on the clothes.

Seeing that I ignored him, the middle-aged beggar immediately said harshly:

"Limen Rongmen, originally a family with two families. Since you are unrighteous first, don't blame me for being rude to you. Mountains and rivers take turns, let's wait and see!"

With that said, he left with a few beggars.

Just as I was leaving, the young beggar looked back at me again.

Back on his seat, old Mr. Wu was still fiddling with those gold jewelry.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old head Wu asked me:

"Brat, why do you know how to use Rongmen's knife?"

I said nothing.

I didn't deliberately hide it from Old Wu.

It's just that this kind of thing is a long story, and I find it troublesome.

The train was still moving slowly.

In just over an hour, we will arrive at the station.

I got up to go to the bathroom.

But our car was occupied, so I had to go to the next car.

Just got halfway there.

I saw a familiar face on the opposite side, walking in my direction.

This person was the young beggar just now.

Gauze was still wrapped around his arm.

It's just that the blood has soaked the gauze, and it's wet and red.

As soon as he saw me, he immediately smiled and took the initiative to say hello.

"Boss, why do you want to go? I was going to find you..."

Find me?

I was slightly startled.

Before he could speak, he immediately said:

"Don't worry, boss. There is absolutely no malice, let's take a step to talk..."

With that said, he turned and walked back.

I followed behind him.

But the knife was already between two fingers.

He said there was no malice, but I had to guard against it.

As long as he dares to threaten me at all.

I must let his blood splatter three steps.

At the carriage junction.

The young beggar looked back and forth before asking:

"Boss, where are you from?"

"Ha Bei!"

"Oh, it's a coincidence, it's in the same place. I've been working in the middle street area before, and it's very prosperous. But Muzi let me climb the iron wheel. Hey, there's no way, this is the first time I've been on the iron wheel ..."

What the young beggar said has many slang words.

Even if outsiders hear it, they are confused and cannot understand it.

What he said about doing street work was actually begging.

Homuzi means beggar's head.

Climbing the iron wheel refers to begging on the train.

If you are on a boat, it is called Shangboerban.

I didn't understand what he meant by saying this to me.

I took out a cigarette and handed him one, but I didn't answer his words.

After lighting it, he took a sip.

The young beggar continued:

"Our Muzi is the one who just fought with you. This old lamp is very dark, and we have to offer fruit to him every day. He also uses faulty dice to mess with us. One day as a street buckle, it's hard Get him up and go..."

I looked up at the young beggar.

I feel a little strange.

This kid actually said this to me, dissatisfied with the beggar head.

Moreover, he already knew that there was something wrong with Beggar's dice, but he never said it.

It seems that this kid is not simple.

As for what he said about street kowba, he meant the money from begging, which was won by the middle-aged beggar just now.

It's just that I don't understand why he told me this.

I still didn't answer.

The young beggar took a long puff of cigarette, then suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered:

"Boss, let me remind you. We, Muzi, are planning to deal with you. The news has already been passed on from the station official village. Now there are estimated to be hundreds of Huazi, who are rushing to the station. Just to kill your grandfather." Two! I advise you, get off the train one stop earlier. Otherwise, you and the old man will have trouble..."

I couldn't help frowning.

Watch the young beggar carefully.

I want to judge the authenticity of what he said by his expression.

Don't be that middle-aged beggar who specially asked him to come here to play tricks on me.