Supreme pardon

It was no different from the past. After a busy day and a pitifully small dinner, most of the rear servants were going back to rest to cope with the next day's work.

Wen Renjue carried a mop and a bucket, as if he was about to clean up, he went up the back stairs to the second floor.

He was not assigned to be on night shift today, but the guards patrolling the gambling house did not pay much attention to him. Many rear servants were still working hard, and the same uniform he was wearing made those people not pay attention.

It was nearly eleven o'clock. After finishing his work today, Wen Renjue was delayed by other managers to do things. He missed the agreed time with Leren, and he didn't know if the other party was still waiting. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace. The hall on the first floor The noise of singing and dancing from inside couldn't interrupt his thoughts, thinking about things in his mind, he quickened his pace.

It seems that a group of big shots have come to the gambling house today, and the whole place is busy.

The deeper the night, the more noisy the casino becomes. Neon lights, colorful red lights, lighting lights, and fireworks lights radiate interlacedly. On the central stage of the casino hall, girls in scantily dressed are dancing hot dances tirelessly, but they are surrounded by different tables. The pile of men paid no attention to them.

Those big shiny faces reflecting lights of different colors are equally tense and ferocious, and there are stacks of chips scattered in front of them. Gambling on this thing is very addictive. Wenren Jue these days Although I have been busy behind the scenes, I also saw how a few people who went bankrupt but refused to leave were dragged to the corner by the casino guards and beaten, and then thrown to the street like garbage.

Some gamblers are full of joy, laughing and stuffing tips into the chests of beautiful maids and maids serving in the casino, while some gamblers have red eyes with sad expressions, and more seem to be crazy The same fanaticism, these people will not notice how terrifying their expressions are, and other gamblers will not pay attention to the people around them. These people are like falling into a collective nightmare, squandering money frantically and excitedly.

There were a lot of flowers in the gambling hall today, which made Wen Renjue slow down a little when he walked towards the side corner of the hall.

Not far away, a man was staring at the glowing screen to see the cards. When the countdown was about to end, he pushed out all the chips in front of him, and then his feet jumped up on the spot, waving his hands unconsciously and calling After a while, it seemed that all his hopes in life were concentrated on the screen.

On the right side of the hall, a man seemed to be very lucky today. He laughed and stuffed a large amount of chips into the chest of a maid, then embraced the woman and kissed her on the spot. With the support of that woman, he walked towards the corner where Wen Ren Jue was.

The maid took the man up to the third floor, but Wen Renjue stepped aside a bit later, which made the man a little unhappy, and was about to get angry, the woman scolded Wen Renjue coquettishly, and then stuck her big breasts Fell at the man and stopped the other party's attack.

Seeing the two walking away with each other like bones, Wen Renjue turned around to hide in the darkness, but a steward who was looking after him in the hall ran towards him.

The steward noticed what happened here just now, and was about to teach this short-sighted guy a lesson.

Wen Renjue knew that something was going wrong when the man pointed at him and ran towards him.

The man arrived in front of him and was about to start kicking, when a scream of "Ah!" suddenly came from the center of the hall, the steward turned his head to look, and saw a maid holding a tray being pulled by a burly man. Next, the red wine glass on the tray in his hand fell to the ground, the glass was broken all over the floor, and the red wine splashed on the trousers of the surrounding people, causing dissatisfaction.

Stopping Wen Renjue, the steward looked left and right and didn't see the cleaning servants around, turned around and saw that Wen Renjue was holding a mop and bucket, and couldn't care about anything else, he pulled the man forward and pushed , "Hurry up and go, clean it up."

Wen Renjue obediently walked forward, but the steward glanced at him again, stopped him, frowned, "Keep your head down while cleaning, don't scare the distinguished guests."

Wen Renjue nodded, and quickly walked towards the hall.

A beating was spared, but something happened, and I don't know if it was good luck or bad luck.

Originally, with his status, he was not allowed to go to the front court, and Wen Ren Jue didn't plan to stay for a long time. He passed through the crowd and smelled various scented pollen, which made him frown.

He squatted down and picked up the broken glass at a very fast speed. He didn't stop even if his finger was cut accidentally. He had been in the casino for many days, but he never went to the lobby. He only watched from the corner occasionally. In the center, under the illumination of various hazy colors of lights, the entire hall is resplendent and luxurious.

This reminded him of Wang's Residence in District [-], but probably not as good as this gambling house.His mind was a little wandering, and he was still a little dazed when he stood up, but it also had something to do with him not daring to look up.

After a few steps, a man behind him was holding the dancer in his left hand and holding a chip tray in his right hand. They collided with each other, and the woman beside the man helped the man who was walking on a sloppy foot. The chips were scattered all over the place.

The movement here caused some people to watch and explore. A dozen or so guards standing at the corner of the casino had quickly approached the incident.

And more people in the casino are still focusing on the things in their hands.

Wen Renjue was hit by him, and the bucket in his hand fell, splashing both himself and the opponent, and his own person was also pushed forward by force.

Half of the chips fell on him.

As soon as the noise rang in his ears, he knew it was over.

Sure enough, before the man could react, he was picked up from the ground by the guards of the casino. The guards were tall and burly, and they pulled his arm like a dead body, with brutal movements.

Wen Renjue hadn't raised his head while being held hostage, when a wine bottle hit him on the head with a "bang!"

Under the heavy blow, the wine bottle shattered, and Wen Renjue's head was also broken. Blood mixed with red wine flowed from his head. The hair on his forehead was wet and sticky red liquid. The injuries he suffered made his vision a bit blurry.

Even the voice next to my ear suddenly became distant.

One of the stewards of the hall who arrived threw down the broken bottle, walked up to the man who was standing up straight, bent down deeply, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, it's our fault."

The man standing straight pushed away the dancer who was still supporting him, glared at the half-dead Wen Ren Jue, and said angrily, "Forget it? How did you train your subordinates?"

Kicking the scattered chips on the ground, the man stretched out his hand and grabbed the manager's clothes, and lifted him up, "Fuck, you are lucky, the gambling house is the owner of the big bully? You don't even ask about my Jackie Chan gang, it's easy to pinch persimmon?"

The steward rushed to the scene, took the wine bottle and threw it at the servant who caused the trouble without saying a word, and then immediately apologized to the guests. We are deeply apologetic about the reputation of your husband, and we are deeply sorry for what happened tonight, how about this, we will waive all your expenses at the casino tonight."

The steward knew this person, the leader of a medium-sized gang in the city, not a high-ranking dignitary, but the casino is open to welcome customers, and it is a rule not to offend customers.

And it was indeed their fault.

So just now, the steward was merciless in his actions. Whether the servant who was still being carried could live after tonight is a question. Not to mention the inevitable punishment, but just the smashed wine bottle just now, I am afraid that he will only have half a breath left.

Looking at his clothes, he was clearly a rear servant. Although he didn't know why the other party came to the front hall, as long as he offended a guest, no matter who the guest was, he would inevitably peel off his skin.

When Chen Long heard the manager's words, although he still couldn't get over his face and looked angry, the anger in his eyes clearly faded away. Among the guests in the gambling house, he is really not a big shot. Free of charge, that is to say, if you win, it's yours, and if you lose, it's the casino's. It's a good thing.

If it wasn't for the hindrance of so many onlookers and laughing people around, he would have taken the opportunity to go downhill, but if nothing happened and he just let it go for the manager's words, how would he pass the word on to others after they went out.

He thought that he couldn't beat the manager, so he went to the culprit behind him.

The steward was put down by him, and he straightened his clothes on his chest first, preventing the surrounding guards from coming forward, and then turned around to see Chen Long's reaction.

Chen Long walked up to the servant who was being held hostage, and regardless of the half-consciousness of the servant, he kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying.

Being held hostage by two guards and being kicked out by the fly shows how powerful it is.

Wen Renjue felt the weightlessness of his body in the air, but he still maintained his sobriety with his high mind since he was a child, and his mind is still clear, but his eyes and ears are not working well now because of his injured head.

Lying on the ground, desperately looking up, the blood mixed with red wine was still dripping from his forehead, and the figure that had just kicked him flying in his sight was still walking in his direction.

The steward looked ugly when he saw Chen Long kicking the man away, but he didn't react much, and didn't give an order to stop it.

Chen Long kicked people flying, which somewhat affected some of the gamblers. When Wen Renjue rolled over on the ground, he knocked over a gambling table.

But because of the pistol that Chen Long had already pulled out, the crowd who wanted to curse stopped their voices and began to watch the excitement.

Something will happen in the casino any day, but today it is not a big deal, and there are more people watching, but there are also many people in other parts of the hall who are focused on their own gambling.

The steward obviously didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he didn't care about the servant's life or death.

Chen Longjue couldn't bear it. After kicking the man away, he drew his pistol and pressed it against the boy's forehead. When he squatted down, he saw a ghostly ugly face through the blood-spreading face. , ready to pull the trigger.

The steward came up to him, looked at the ordinary fingers, and suddenly grabbed Chen Long's wrist with great force.

Chen Long struggled and found that he couldn't break free, so he raised his head and looked at the steward in surprise.

The steward was still smiling, and seemed to ignore Chen Long's angry stare.He didn't care whether Chen Long wanted to kill the servant, but he couldn't let the servant shoot in the middle of the hall.

It's okay to make a lot of noise, but with the sound of gunfire, there will inevitably be riots in the hall.

This is a disservice to Lucky Casino's reputation.

Lucky Casino is different from other casinos. They don't accept weapons from customers because they are confident enough to control the field.

Seeing that he was stopped, Chen Long was very dissatisfied, but the supervisor was still smiling, not easy to get angry.

The steward smiled and said: "Master Chen, don't fire this gun, it's too loud, otherwise it will be like this," he said and motioned to the people behind him, two gambling house guards stepped forward and dragged the half-dead man to the gaming table On, the steward continued: "We cut off his arm to apologize, and you also calm down."

The steward looked at it with a smile, but his words became stiff.

Chen Long saw that the guards around the gambling house had shown a fierce look, so he immediately accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he didn't want to mess with Mao Lucky Casino.

The gambling house is quite powerful, if it really conflicts with your own gang, you may not be happy.

Withdrawing the pistol, he stood up, pretending to be majestic and said: "I will give you face in the gambling house."

This is regressing.

The steward signaled that the two guards immediately held the young man on the long gaming table, one of them pressed the servant's arm, and the other guard drew a big knife from behind and raised it up high, seeing that blood was about to splash on the spot, Wen Renjue naturally struggled desperately stand up.

It's just that he was seriously injured, and the last painful struggle seemed insignificant to the three grown men who suppressed him.

Feeling the unshakable oppressive power in his body, Wen Renjue turned pale and called Wei Duan and Tianyan in his mind.

However, there was no response, as it has been for more than a month, no response at all.

The big knife was sharpened and cut off according to the elbow of Wen Ren Jue...

Wen Renjue closed his eyes at the last moment, thinking that he was still too careless, or too careful, as long as he can give the people around him a little trust, no matter if it is Xiangyang or Heihu, as long as there is someone by his side , he will not be reduced to this step.

But regret is not an emotion he will have, because it is meaningless.

Instead of regretting what is going to happen now, it is better to think about how to survive after losing a hand.

Now call yourself the king of the [-]th district?

Forget it, this idea is only for a moment, and will soon be annihilated.

Wen Renjue taunted himself, and finally kicked his feet without giving up.

The disdainful laughter in the ears was intense for a moment. Many onlookers were happy to see this kind of scene, which seemed to be a kind of cruel venting.

"stop!"