Otherworldly Merchant

The T-shirt man suddenly pushed out the door without saying a word, Boss Huang asked me, "Mr. Zhang, did you find anything at the beginning? ”

I couldn't tell him what I just saw, so I said I'd go check it out. So we went out with Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi, and we came to the gambling table, and I saw the T-shirt man standing there, and his face was particularly cold.

I asked him if he saw anything. T-shirt men don't say a word.

On the gambling table, he had piled up plenty of chips in front of his baseball cap, and he kept his head down, unable to see his face clearly, and could only see a thick beard on his face.

It was another round when the dealer was flexible in washing and cutting cards with white gloves and handing out hand cards to every gambler, who placed successive bets. In the first few rounds, the wind calmed down, and in the third round, people felt bad about hand cards and chose to give up, leaving only three gamblers, including baseball caps, on the table.

I gradually felt a strange smell coming out of my baseball cap. I couldn't help but start my heart beating faster and breathing faster. Hurry up and meditate on the Moral Scripture a few times to stabilize my mind.

Apart from me, all the spectators around the table seem to be affected by this breath, some sweating repeatedly, some pulling the tie open with their fingers, gasping heavily, others choosing to leave because they can't stand it!

It seems that as the gambling moves into white heat, the air here also begins to become depressed, hot and restless.

The other two gamblers seemed to be most affected. The two gamblers were fat and thin, and the back of the fat gambler had been completely soaked with cold sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water; the thin gambler looked calm, although he had also had a lot of cold sweat, and he had been smoking cigars one after the other since the beginning of the game, and I noticed a lot of ash falling around the ashtray because his hands were trembling uncontrollably. Even the hostess standing beside him was affected by this breath. From time to time, he pulled a glove, tidied his tie and looked particularly agitated. Only that baseball cap was comfortable all the way down. His right hand on the table tapped the table with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

The T-shirt guy said there was a strong killer in the baseball cap, and it was only at this moment that I really felt what a killer was!

Some say it's the sixth sense of man, some say it's a biological wave, and I believe the other way around, when a person's heart is murderous, it emits an unpleasant odor invisibly, but it can only be felt by sensitive people or animals, and when the butcher is said to be hiding a knife behind his back and approaching a cow to be slaughtered, the cow kneels down with four hooves and weeps, which is probably the essence of killing.

But ultimately, killing is a subtle feeling. How could the killing on this man be so fierce? So much so that everyone around them feels an instinctive fear that I don't think even the murderous bandits of the river are likely to make it.

Apart from killing, I didn't feel the presence of Yin Qi, so I whispered to the T-shirt man: “First year, do you think it was Yin Qi? ”

He shook his head softly and replied, "I don't know. ”

Yin Xinyue gently touched me with her finger and said: "Honey, how can I feel so bored in my chest? ”

When I looked back, I found that Yin Xinyue's face was pale and Li Mazi's face was ugly. I told them to go sit in the drinking area and have a drink. I and the T-shirt man will be here shortly. Yin Xinyue hesitated to say yes.

After the two left, the officer asked: "Do you want to continue betting? ”

A baseball cap pushes a bunch of chips into the center of the table without a word.

Fat gambler suddenly stood up, loud with the chair behind him, and said in a panicked voice: "I'm done! I'm done!” Then he retrieved half the chips and squeezed them away like he was running for his life.

Thin gamblers look a bit like Central Vision host Li Wing, long face, combed his big back, wore an exquisite purple suit, wore a tie, and wore three or four rings on his hands. From his card turning, he is a regular casino veteran.

At this moment, his long face was covered in sweat, his hand clamped to half a cigar, and his other hand continued to wipe sweat with a handkerchief. The Dutchman waited patiently for a moment and politely asked again: "Sir, do you want to continue betting? ”

The skinny gambler slapped the table, and the ashtray jumped, pointing to the baseball cap across the street and shouting, “There's absolutely no way there's a second pair of flowers in this deck, so you can't beat me. ”

He smacked his cigarette, pressed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray, pushed half the chip over him and said harshly: "You want to die, I'm with you! ”

The baseball cap sneered, ignoring his provocation, and the gambling attracted a lot of people to the fence.

Each side opens a card, and the baseball cap has no winner at all, judging by the cards that both sides have already shown.

“Please place your bets.” The dealer said.

“Soha!” The baseball cap shouted, pushing all the rest of the chips out, and the crowd shouted low, whispering that he was looking for death.

At this time, the murderous breath from his body is so strong that even the Moral Scriptures are almost irresistible!

I even had a delusion in my trance, smelling a strong bloody smell on this table, hearing the thrill of knives and shouting to kill, and then consciousness being pulled back to reality, seeing the baseball cap sitting steadily in the mountains of Tarzan, the color of the gods calm as it was in the beginning, as if it were a well-run general.

By contrast, skinny gamblers are pale and sweaty, and their hands are shaking so hard that they can't even hold the chips.

When the dealer asked if the bet was placed, the lean gambler wiped the sweat hard and was ready to follow the bet.

At this point, behind the baseball cap, a powerful and ancient samurai suddenly appeared, dressed in a bloody, rusty armor, with a broken red cape behind him and a long iron gun in his hand, which suddenly crossed the gambling table and stabbed the thin gambler straight in the chest.

This scene stunned me, subconsciously reaching into the wolf whip in my arms.

This gun didn't really stab the thin gambler, the thin gambler of course couldn't see the ancient samurai, just the moment the tip of the gun touched his body, suddenly stood up like a ghost and shouted: “I surrendered, forgive me, forgive me! ”

Everyone at the table gave him a surprise look, and thin gamblers themselves didn't know what was going on. He was seen sweating, his body trembling like a sieve of bran, his trousers wet, yellow liquid dripping down, and a stinking smell.

You scared the piss out of your opponent at the gambling table, but you couldn't possibly have been so aggressive with Faggot's "The Gambling God"!

I am absolutely certain that this man is hiding an unusual shame!

The ancient samurai disappeared only momentarily, and the baseball cap sneered to put the winning chips in his arms, put them in a paper bag prepared by a casino, rewarded the dealer with a chip for a tip, and got up and left.

As the man walked away, the air around the gambling table suddenly became relaxed, as if a large stone pressed against him had been removed, and many people were relieved for a long time.

My curiosity has been hooked up. I have been in contact with the cunt for so long. I have not had too many killers, but I have barely encountered the cunt with such strong, pure and direct killings. I can actually deter the opponent directly by the will of the holder. I wonder too much what this is!

“Let's go, let's follow him! ”

I was just leaving and suddenly the T-shirt guy grabbed my arm and he looked so serious.

“No! This thing is very unusual, I think it's best not to get involved. ”

I instantly suspect that I heard wrong. The T-shirt man has always been an unquestionable expert in this business in my mind. How could he even confess?

I am unhappy, it is like scratching my heart and lungs. This mood is like a man of custom martial arts who sees a lost secret book but can't turn it over. But since the T-shirt men advise me not to interfere, forget it.

We went back to see Boss Huang and told him that we were not going to intervene in this matter. Boss Huang was disappointed and pleaded repeatedly. The T-shirt man said faintly: “You can rest assured, that person will not be able to come several times. ”

I thought, "What does a T-shirt guy know about this?"

When I went out, I asked him, he just shook his head. I knew him very well for so long, and no one could force him to talk about anything he didn't want to say.