Trafford’s Trading Club

“Who are you people? ”

Oleg frowned and looked at the guys who suddenly broke in. But Nikita's face was a little ugly.

Some of these men had bandages tied to their arms and obvious bruises on their faces.

“Oh, Nikita, I hope you remember us.” One of the injured men grinned, “Thank you so much for your attention a few days ago. We went to your house and found out you didn't even go back. There's nothing we can do. We'll wait for you around here. Look, isn't that what you've been waiting for? ”

“Nikita, who are these people?” Oleg frowned and glanced at Nikita.

Nikita squeaked, “They, they're casino fighters. ”

“You borrowed money from them?” Almost instantly, Oleg had guessed Nikita's condition, and he couldn't help but be furious: “I've told you so many times that you...”

Oleg took a deep breath, shook his head, and now says these things don't work. He looked at the big guys and said, "How much does he owe you? ”

The man grinned, "Oh, sir, I'm afraid it's not just about money right now. There's a bigger problem. Our boss told us to ask Mr. Nikita to come back. ”

Nikita seemed to have taken two unconscious steps back at first sight - but several big men seemed to have expected it long ago, several bullied, two of them more easily arresting Nikita.

“Stop.” Oleg frowned and suddenly drank angrily.

“Are you going to help this bastard? ”

“Please let go. This is a house. If you mess around again, I'll call the police.” Oleg remains silent.

These guys suddenly laughed like the best jokes they ever heard. One of them walked up to Oleg and looked at Oleg's stronger and taller body than he was, gripping his mouth: “I thought you'd do it, but you said to call the police. Tsk, that's what makes me think I'm seeing an old woman! Ha ha!”

As he said, he reached down on Oleg's cheek and patted him gently.

Oleg subconsciously grabbed the man's wrist and suddenly twisted - between twists, the man made a hog-killing scream!

But Oleg didn't stop, he lifted his knee hard and hit the other guy in the stomach. The man screamed again and fell to the ground.

Oleg's eyes suddenly became sharp, and as soon as Dahan fell, his fingers pinched his fist, pointing again at Dahan's chest.

It's just that the fist stops raw at the moment it's about to hit the other man in the chest —— nobody stops it, just this strong man, stops it himself, stops it.

He had a struggling look on his face.

“Bastard! ”

The other man then copied a hockey stick at the door and hit Oleg hard behind his back. Under this fierce impact, the bat broke raw, while Oleg looked back, his eyes as fierce as a lion's, and let the attacker snap into his heart.

Boom...!

But at this moment, Oleg's head was crushed by a giant vase. The vase crushed the past, and Oleg's forehead showed a trace of blood.

He fell to the ground and fainted.

“Oleg! Oleg!” Nikita shouted in horror.

The man who was first knocked down on the ground climbed up. He threw up screaming blood and pressed his stomach. His face looked ugly: "Go! Take both of them away! ”

……

When Anton returned to the apartment -- this was Nikita's new apartment -- he lived here with Uncle Nikita for the last few days.

It's nice to live here!

Nikita also bought video games. Anton has never tried not having to write homework at night and has been playing video until he was sleepy.

Just when he came back with a big bag of food, just when he opened the door, Anton showed a strange look —— because inside the apartment, it was now a mess, like being torn down by a beast.

Anton hastily contacted Nikita, but his phone couldn't get through... he didn't know what to do with the problem here at once.

But he found behind the door a note with an address on it.

And there are messages.

If you want to save your agent, come alone. Besides, you better not consider calling the police or you'll receive your agent's body in advance as a Christmas present this year.

“Uncle Nikita...”

Anton suddenly put down what was on his hand, grabbed the paper affixed to the back of the door, flushed down the stairs and ran to the elder sister. It's just that he's confused about the address, but he figured he could call a cab.

……

……

The dealer was sweating and had to continue to hand out the poker cards on his hands. On the contrary, a man and a woman sitting quietly opposite him.

You have to believe that the attraction of beauty is always bigger than that of a handsome man, especially in a place filled with male hormones - but even so, many of the people who are gathered here have more eyes on this young man.

Correctly, it was the man from the Eastern Kong - even thought he was speaking an unusually local Russian accent, so much so that the officer-in-charge had no way of distinguishing who was the specific country of the East.

“Two, 21, leisure, leisure home wins...”

The moment the cards sent out were lifted, the dealer seemed even more powerless, and he could only pronounce them with a barely loud voice, swallowed a sip and pushed the chips down in front of the gambler.

This is already the 23rd place to win - of course, it's not weird to win two or three, as long as the bet is plentiful enough.

But what if it's 23 wins in a row?

This is no longer a problem to calculate with probability… this is evil! An unusual evil door!

The dealer has even gambled in his heart. If this guy doesn't cheat, he chops off his finger! Unless he's God! God sits in front of him!

Oh, God? Imagine what a ridiculous idea this is... so he must have cheated! But why hasn't the manager been instructed?

The dealer is anxious to wait and start a new round of shuffling cards, and at the same time begins to wonder what this guy means to win twenty-three in a row - in fact, even if he wins twenty-three in a row, the other party wins not much money, or even less, to say the least!

Because, this guy, every time he makes a minimum bet —— and he never makes a bet.

Is he playing? Or are you laughing at my strength? Or are you deliberately provoking this casino?

Think about it, when he handed out five cards, he had to face the same situation, “Two, 21, idle, idle winner...”

Oh, my God!

Twenty-four years have passed… The dealer can't help but cry in his heart - twenty-four times in a row the idler wins, and still wins at 21: 00. The dealer really felt that he might be able to apply for the world record of the most unlucky dealer.

I just don't know if there is such a world record...

……

“Slow down, slower! ”

“No, manager, it's the slowest, you can't see anything! ”

“Where's the boss? ”

“The boss is in the basement. Didn't he interrogate Nikita himself? When the boss is having fun, he doesn't like to be disturbed! ”

“Then tell him that there's a guy who won twenty-four in a row... no, my God, is this guy a magician? Twenty-five already! What are you still standing there for? ”

“Okay, okay...”

……

……

Maybe it's because you're out of luck?

Nikita had to have this idea when she was throwing up bitter water. His guts were stirring up like a piece, and he felt like he was dying.

Suddenly, his hair was caught -- the owner of this place, Andrew.

“Mr. Nikita, you can do better than I thought. ”

Nikita coughed painfully: "Mr. Andrew, I told you that you owe me a loan, and I can repay it immediately... why torture me? ”

What's Andrew like?

Almost as robust as Oleg —— so unlike Nikita, who was under the impression that he was enjoying life, this guy was incredibly smart.

“Mr. Nikita, perhaps you don't know...” Andrew chuckled: "Few people actually know that besides being the owner of this casino, I am also the owner of that ring below 78 Neva Avenue. ”

“What, what!” Nikita glared.

Oh, my God! Nikita thinks he understands what Andrew is after himself this time!

Naturally, that ring is not a bright and decent place - it's basically under the control of the dealer. Although it is a slogan that everyone can go on stage and play games whenever they can, it is obviously only a means of attracting more gamblers.

Nikita never thought that Anton would stay on this stage for long. He's just going to get enough out of this ring in the shortest amount of time - he's going to stop before he's completely pissed off the dealer.

But he never thought that it would be so soon that he had already provoked each other.

“Mr. Andrew, I, I can give you back all the money I've won these past few days..." Nikitaton pleaded.

Andrew was just laughing.

Nikita hastily said: "I also promise that Anton will not be allowed to participate in your stage in the future! Don't worry, he won't show up again! ”

Andrew said softly, "Mr. Nikita, don't you think it's too late to let that guy out of the ring? Anton is a very hot man right now, and if he suddenly disappears from the ring, I believe my reputation will be greatly damaged. And these losses are a million times higher than you win. ”

“You... what do you want...”

Andrew picked his eyebrows and smiled, “You know what? I used to be a boxer too, but I've never seen such a powerful guy... he should have stayed on my stage forever and become a dominant! ”

“You want Anton to serve you?” Nikita had to shout.

Andrew said softly, "He'll be here any minute. ”

At this point, the door of this room in the basement sounded like a knock, and Andrewton laughed. "Look, it seems to be here already! ”

Ignoring Nikita's ugly look, Andrew opened the door and looked at his men, first he said, "Are our guests here yet? ”

“Boss... There's a guest up there, he's won 25 in a row! ”

Andrew's face collapsed.