Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 132: The Field

Not far from where Claude was going, these two Black Snake members turned to the end of Old Street in a wider alley to the left, pointing to a large shed in front and saying, "Right there, here we are. ”

Claude said deliberately and disdainfully: "It's a shack. It's a shame. ”

Skinny Black Snake members smiled back: "Dude, don't look at the shack. It's not the same in there. Everything you want. Whether it's beautiful wine or fun, you can find it here. This was designed for us by our boss from Wang Du, and I dare say you will never find a more complete venue than our project here in the three southwestern provinces. ”

“Oh, really?” Claude was skeptical: “No way, I was in White Deer six months ago, but I never heard of it. ”

“Oh, man, it's too early to get here by chance. We'll still have a black snake this time. It's less than a month away. Of course you couldn't have heard of us six months ago, or we wouldn't have taken anybody with us. By the way, man, what do you do? ”

“I was in a hurry, working on a boat, transporting things.” Claude was vague. As Eriksson said, skilled sailors at sea rarely divulge their details, and most of them are new sailors who clean their bottom from the moment they meet.

“Dude, aren't we from here? ”

“No, I'm from Similoch County. My uncle brought me here as a sailor when I was younger. It's been over a decade. I spent most of the year on a sea boat, but I was going to buy a house here to settle, and after all, I've been here for years to catch up with the boat.” Claude lied calmly, making his mouth feel more like a seafarer with a wind cream.

Instead of being suspicious, the members of the Black Snake Club were interested in what Claude called buying a home to settle.

“Looks like the dude's doing great on the boat, saving up for a house. By the way, what kind of house do you want to buy, tell us, maybe we can help you find a suitable...”

“Oh, get mixed up. At sea, we sailors earn money for our lives. No one can say when to see the god of the sea. Buy a house, I want to buy a two story building, better take a yard, and a well, so as to avoid the trouble of picking water..."

It was hard to say, and suddenly a figure appeared in the darkness ahead, and Claude stopped and made a cautionary statement.

“Relax, man, it's our guy.” The thinner Black Snake member walked up and spoke with the man, who flashed back into the dark.

“It's all right, watch out here.” Skinny Black Snake members come back and say to Claude, "Dude, don't worry, with these outposts out there, you can have fun on the field, don't worry about security. If the town patrol arrives, you'll be informed inside, and our people will arrange for you to leave quietly. ”

Claude nodded, no more talking, and continued to follow two members of the Black Snake Club to that old big shed.

The doors of the dilapidated big shed were also very dilapidated, and there were four or five big men standing outside the door, stomping their feet in the little snowflakes scattered in the sky, huffing, complaining about the ghost weather and their bad luck, smoking the work of the station on such a cold night or something.

Skinny Black Snake members ran up and said a few words to a big man smoking a pipe and turned back to finger Claude.

The man who smoked the pipe followed a thinner member of the Black Snake club, carefully gauged Claude, and suddenly reached out to grab the scarf on Claude's face.

Claude pulled back, his head back, avoided the grip, and he said, "What do you want? ”

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you knew me.” The man grabbed an empty spot and stunned, seemingly surprised by Claude's agile reaction.

“I haven't seen you, you can't possibly know me.” Claude sighed, holding the bottle in reverse, putting up a fight.

“Oh, come on, you guys go in, I'm just trying to see if you're living on a boat.” The big man smiled and stuffed the pipe back into his mouth, smoked a sip, spit a thick cigarette and waved at several other big men, clearing the way.

Claude became more alert and followed those two Black Snake club members to the gate. Fortunately, however, the big men standing by the door had no other action, holding hands and watching the three Claudes enter the door.

Inside the gate is an empty room with only two lit torches inserted into the wall, sparkling and a little dusk in the room.

Claude was about to talk, but he saw a thinner member of the Black Snake come under the wall under the torch, and he didn't know what to move. There was a door hole in the wall, and there was a dark door there.

It wasn't until Claude entered the dark door that he realized it was a downstairs passageway, and the voices of the boiling voices were already hidden below.

Claudemer followed silently down, about ten meters down, with a wide passage in front of him, a gate stopped by an iron fence, and two oil lamps on each side of the wall in front of the door. At this time, the sounds coming from the corridor were very clear, yelling, laughing, making noise, and all sorts of voices intersecting in chaos, like a lively rally market.

The iron fence also stood in front of the gate with four men in black short-sleeved capes, staring at three people coming down the stairs.

The skinny Black Snake member said two words and waved to Claude: "Sorry, dude, I can only send you here. I don't deserve to go in there. ”

Claude nodded: “Thanks a lot, this place is nice, safe and secure. I can't bear to hear the sound coming from inside, how wonderful it is! Thank you, brother. Take this. Take it as a thank you. ”

Claude plugged half the bottle of Gandhi into this skinny Black Snake member, touched a silver taller from his pants pocket, picked a thumb, the silver coin rolled down in the air, Claude reached for it and threw it to the skinny Black Snake member: “Here, here's your reward, you're not lying to me. This is a really good place, it looks like you'll have to play a lot in the future. ”

Ignoring the courtesy of the two leading Black Snake members, Claude walked toward the iron gate. The four men in the short sleeve black cape in front of the door may be because Claude was generous enough to show them the way and give them a silver tower. Perhaps the casino would like to welcome such luxury guests, so they didn't do anything to stop them. They just opened the door silently and bowed slightly to welcome them.

When Claude stepped into the barbed gate, one of the biggest men just cautioned: "Guests, it's a little hot in there, you can hang your coat and scarf on the hanger over there. We have personal storage here to make sure you don't lose your clothes. ”

Claude nodded and didn't hang his clothes: "I want to take a look first, okay? ”

“It's okay, feel free...”

Then Claude quickly realized what the big man meant by a little hot, and at the end of the tunnel was a big basement hall, with over a hundred people in it engaged in a fierce gambling campaign. The most intense atmosphere is a large table in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people covering the table with water, inside shouting: “Big! Big! Big...”

Soon, as if the result had been achieved, the winner was ecstatic and urged the dealer to pay the bet quickly. The loser was frustrated and cursed his bad luck there...

The atmosphere is one thing, but Claude finds that the temperatures in this basement hall are much higher than outside, and he's standing there feeling a little feverish trying to undress himself. If you look closely, you can see that more than a dozen supporting stone columns in the basement hall are filled with a circle of red copper pipes, and the hot air comes out of these red copper pipes.

It's a genius design, Claude realized all at once, and it's all about using the thermal conductivity of the red copper pipe to inject hot water into the circulation and increase the temperature in the basement hall. If you use a fire basin to heat the surrounding area, the more it is, the easier it is to start a fire. Secondly, the basement hall is not ventilated, if there is too much smoke, no one will come down to play.

These troubles can be avoided by directing hot water with red copper pipes, and cooling can be done with cold water in the summer. But Claude's not thinking about these red copper hoses right now, and he just wants to see if he can find Albert here.

Before he got to the middle of the basement hall, Claude seemed to hear Albert's voice: "Eleven o'clock, haha, you're only ten o'clock, I won! ”

This is a wooden gambling style similar to the 21 o'clock of a passer's past life, except that here the maximum is twelve o'clock, the player needs at least two cards, at most three cards, and then presses them based on the points of the wooden medal in his hand, Sokha.

Heard Albert's voice, proved the shipment was here. But the problem is Claude didn't find Albert in the hall crowd, and I don't know where his voice just came from.

Just as Claude stood in the basement hall looking to his right, his outfit finally caught the attention of others. Who called him a robe with a scarf on his face, unable to see his face and face.

A young maid appeared in front of Claude, who was quite beautiful, but with a little more turbulence and fury in her eyes.

“Guest, are you new here?” The demon's body approached Claude.

Claude took a step back, pulled a little distance from her, and nodded.

The waitress raised her lips and said, "Guest, you don't dislike me, do you? If so, I can find another sister to serve you. She's much prettier than I am. ”

Shaking his head, Claude hissed and said, "Sorry, beautiful lady, I'm not blaming you, I'm just not used to being so close to other people. ”

The waitress giggled, “Guest, are you kidding me? Aren't you used to sleeping with women that close? ”

“That's two different things, miss.” Claude frowned: "We're not familiar. ”

“Don't we get to know each other more than once?” The maid spoke a little overtly: “Of course, if you are generous, my sisters and I can get acquainted with you right away, it doesn't matter if you stick it close...”

Claude stopped responding.

The waitress also put away the smile: "Guest, do you need anything? I just saw you standing here, and I'm not involved..."

She refers to those gambling people who gather in the middle of the hall.

Claude understood that he was being watched: “Because I just got here, I don't know the rules...”

“Oh, yeah.” The maid laughed again: “The rules here are simple, you have to exchange the chips before you can play. We have the lowest chips here: one Sunar, one Liaso and one Silver Tall in the middle, and one Golden Crown in the highest, just four chips. Whatever chips you redeem, you can go in there and see if you like to play cards or throw colors. The hall is full of dealers, and winning depends on your luck.

If you gamble with friends, we can offer private rooms and thoughtful service with a 10% service fee. There is also free food and drinks on the long table next to the lobby, whether it is eating or drinking. If you want better, you need to spend money, and you can pay with chips.

Also, that access is the bath, hot water for bathing, and the bedroom for you to rest. If you're willing to spend a silver taller chip, then any of our sisters can spend a wonderful evening with you. Don't you want to try it? Guest, I will make you want to die... "

“Well, thank you for the introduction.” Claude nods: “I want to see more, okay? ”

“Absolutely.” The waitress replied with a smile, "But, Guest, don't you feel hot? Let me help you untie the clothes outside...”