Chapter 1208

The Century Casino is still so luxurious, in the night of Xiaomolong, its golden neon lights are much more dazzling than in the daytime.

From afar, one can see the building, shining brightly, as if the God of Wealth has arrived, and money is rolling in.

Today, without the two followers Shen Xing and Guo Jiwei, Wang Yan swayed to the entrance of the Century Casino by himself. The stall selling milk tea last night was still there, so Wang Yan went to buy a cup again.

"Boss, Wasali."

The stacker from last night appeared in front of Wang Yan like a flash, and took the initiative to pay for the milk tea.

"Business is not good?"

"There is no one as generous as the boss." The stacker took out a Huazi from his pocket.

Wang Yan took the whole pack very naturally, unpacked it, lit one, and put the rest into his pocket.

Taking a puff of cigarette, Wang Yan asked: "Did anyone ask about me?"

"Uh... no! Absolutely not!" The stacker shook his head repeatedly.

"That means there is." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, "What did you say?"

The stacker stopped pretending and took the initiative to reveal: "Boss, it's the casino people, they think you are a master, so they understand the situation. I said you were a guest pulled from the street, I don't know too much. Boss, you know, I really don't know anything."

Wang Yan was noncommittal and didn't say anything.

The stacker stood on the side with a smiling face, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense. Because he felt Wang Yan didn't talk much, and thought Wang Yan didn't like people who talked much, so he talked less. Waiting to accompany Wang Yan in to exchange chips, and give him money ten yuan at a time...

After a while, the milk tea was finished, the stacker led the way diligently, and Wang Yan followed while sipping milk tea.

As usual, exchange chips first, not much, still one thousand yuan like yesterday.

"Boss, are we still playing dice today?"

Wang Yan scanned a circle, clearly seeing several people whose gazes were not avoiding at all, and he responded with a friendly smile.

"Playing dice." Wang Yan nodded, and stepped towards the dice side.

It was still the beautiful dealer from yesterday, seeing Wang Yan coming, she even nodded to Wang Yan with a sweet smile.

Wang Yan also responded with a friendly smile, and then played round after round...

Today Wang Yan played for a long time, and won a lot, reaching nearly one hundred thousand. This was under the influence of the beautiful dealer constantly operating and affecting the results.

The reason why he could still win money was because this was not just a matter of one result, but also had to consider the betting situation of other gamblers, so that he could manipulate it.

Some people bet on different points, some bet on big, some bet on odd and even, and there were quite a few people. If they wanted to target Wang Yan, they had to calculate the board in a short time, ensure that only part of the gamblers were killed, leave the other part, and maintain a certain proportion, in order to kill Wang Yan.

Because Wang Yan's bet was not big, he didn't play like yesterday, after winning more than ten thousand, he bet hundreds or thousands, the dealer couldn't kill him out of the game in a short time, so he couldn't play more disgusting total kills.

Wang Yan could always seize the opportunity to make it difficult for the dealer to kill him, thereby winning money.

This tests the calculation ability, clearly, Wang Yan is invincible in this regard. And although the beautiful dealer is relatively capable, she is always calculating, and she consumes a lot of energy.

By the time Wang Yan gave the stacker a one-hundred chip and packed up to retreat, the beautiful dealer's makeup had been spent, and the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water.

In a formal casino, if Wang Yan operated like this, he would have changed to a dealer with better technology long ago. But there is no such thing here, this beautiful dealer is the best. Even if there is monitoring behind them, but no one is calculating behind their backs, it is useless.

Clearly, this place is earning money from those rotten gamblers, these people have no brains, are addicted to it, and are easy to cheat. And facing people like Wang Yan, their response method is very primitive, which Wang Yan doesn't like very much...

When he went to exchange chips, before he touched the red bills, he was taken to a room on the second floor of the casino by two burly men who looked polite.

There were already three people in it, counting the ones who took Wang Yan up, there were five people.

As soon as he entered, he was attracted by one of them with a full head of white hair.

This person was sitting on a wide boss chair, holding a square cup in his hand, shaking the whiskey with ice.

"Sit, pour wine for this boss."

The white-haired man ordered, and the two people behind pushed Wang Yan to the sofa. Wang Yan didn't resist, sat down with the trend, and watched people pour wine and add ice for him.

At this time, the white-haired man walked out with a wine glass, sat opposite Wang Yan, and raised his glass to Wang Yan: "Please."

Wang Yan smiled, picked up the glass, turned it around to look, then turned it around to smell, and only then took a light sip.

Smacking his lips, he put down the glass: "Fake wine."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the white-haired man frowned: "Does the boss know wine?"

"Know a little." Wang Yan said, "Your glass of wine is turbid, the fragrance is light, and the front part of the entrance is astringent. You don't know wine, it doesn't matter, it's almost impossible to drink it, like just now, it's still no problem to pretend to be cool."

"The boss has courage." The white-haired man was so angry that he laughed, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and put the wine glass heavily on the table, "Introduce myself, I am Yan Baimei, I have two gambling halls in the Century Casino. The dice you played are mine. How should I call the boss?"

"Surname Wang."

"Good, Wang Laoban, I observed you for two days and found that you are a master of dice, our dealer is not your opponent. Can you tell me what you want to do? Hmm?"

Wang Yan knew this Yan Baimei, he was an old friend, and now looking at this fierce appearance, he felt quite a contrast.

He shook his head and laughed: "Boss Bai, you open a venue, open the door to do business, welcome gamblers from all directions, you ask me what I want to do? What can I do in a casino? Of course, it's winning money. You guys are a bit unable to play. I only won more than one hundred and twenty thousand, and there are still one hundred thousand not given to me. Looking at you like this, are you going to use means?"

"Who knows?" Yan Baimei spread his hands and smiled at Wang Yan, quite proud.

At the same time, the person standing behind Wang Yan took out a gun, and very simply clicked and loaded it, pointing it at the back of Wang Yan's head.

Wang Yan smiled, then tilted his head slightly, stretched out a hand behind him, grabbed the sleeve of the gun and slid it back, making it unable to fire. And then following the force of the gun holder who wanted to let go, he turned over from the sofa.

Then with a click, he directly twisted the wrist of the gun holder, snatched the gun, and kicked him away to the side.

Bang~

A gunshot, the gun holder who was kicked away, had a bright red blood on his head.

Wang Yan still remembered that when he was taken up just now, this person used the most force and laughed the most ferociously...

Everything happened in a flash, until this time, the others in the room saw the situation clearly and realized that in such a short time, Wang Yan had already killed a person.

They took out guns from their clothes one after another, wanting to shoot Wang Yan to death.

Bang bang bang~

After three gunshots, except for Yan Baimei who hid behind the table, the wrists of the other three holding guns were all broken, and the guns that hadn't been loaded also fell to the ground.

They held their wrists and wailed.

"All shut up, don't live if you shout again."

Wang Yan's voice was not loud, and was even suppressed by their wailing. But they all heard it, and honestly bit their teeth and shut up. The gun in front of them, they didn't even dare to touch it.

Wang Yan walked over and picked up the guns on the ground one by one.

They are all Colts, handguns with high sales, very classic, and can be said to be enduring. It is also convenient for Wang Yan, after all, the bullets are all interchangeable.

Picking up the guns, Wang Yan opened the door and looked out.

The gunshot sounded in the closed room, plus the noisy environment downstairs, maybe there was a fierce battle in the gambling hall upstairs, and there was no one active left or right. So it didn't disturb anyone.

After confirming, Wang Yan closed the door.

Turning around, holding the gun and waving, he greeted Yan Baimei who was holding his hands up: "Come, come, sit down and talk."

"Wang Laoban, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Yan Baimei raised his hands and sat back, speaking in his strange-accented Chinese. His face was full of sincerity, hoping to resolve the misunderstanding.

He said, "You Chinese have an old saying, called enemies should be resolved rather than knotted, turning swords into jade and silk. I don't know what I can do, let us return to good, harmonious and friendly."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "There is indeed some misunderstanding. I don't like being pointed at by a gun, so this person died, they didn't have time to point, and I don't want the misunderstanding between the two sides to be difficult to resolve, so they are still alive. Boss Bai, you don't blame me, right?"

"No, no, they deserve it. Wang Laoban teaching them is a matter of course."

"Know quite a few idioms."

"I like Chinese culture, and what we do most here is the business of Chinese people, so we must learn. Only by learning well can we serve better."

"Good, have awareness." Wang Yan smiled, "The ten I won..."

"I'll call someone to send the money up right away." Yan Baimei was very active.

Wang Yan shook his head slightly, took out a Huazi and lit it, and even threw one to Yan Baimei.

He crossed his legs on the solid wood coffee table in front of him, gently swaying his long legs, smoking and talking: "Actually, I am a good person."

"Can see it, Wang Laoban has a kind heart." Yan Baimei nodded, very agreeing with Wang Yan's statement.

Wang Yan continued: "I heard that you are all devout Buddhists, and Buddha talks about cause and effect. Today I won one hundred thousand and you let me go, tomorrow I will come to win one hundred thousand. My greed can't be contained, and your greed can't be contained, so even if you didn't let people bring me up today, it would be like this in a few days. Boss Bai, you have this disaster in your life."

"Yes, Wang Laoban said it well, I have already felt it."

"You should ask me how to cross the disaster."

"It's my fault." Yan Baimei said seriously, "Then may I ask Wang Laoban, how should I cross the disaster?"

"Simple. You deducted my one hundred thousand, this is the money I won, you return this money to me, no problem, right?"

"This is as it should be."

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "Then originally ten minutes ago, I should have left the Century Casino. Because of you, Boss Bai, my time was delayed. During this time, my money was kept with you. Reasonably, you should give me some interest."

"Indeed, it's my fault. I don't know how much interest Wang Laoban needs?"

Seeing Wang Yan holding up two fingers with a cigarette, Yan Baimei said, "Two hundred thousand? I'll have someone send the money up right away."

"A person died, three people broke their hands, my head was pointed at by your people with a gun, I talked to you for so long, just for a mere two hundred thousand?" Wang Yan flicked the cigarette butt onto Yan Baimei's face, and the latter didn't even dare to dodge.

"Two million, red bills, cash."

"Wang Laoban, two million is too..."

Seeing the black gun muzzle move up, aiming at his head, Yan Baimei wisely shut up.

Wang Yan said: "Am I bargaining with you? Boss Bai, let me be clear. Two million, put it in front of me, you live, I leave. If you can't put it in front of me, I will let your three confidants communicate with you deeply, and then you die, I leave. Am I clear?"

Yan Baimei swallowed, nodded vigorously: "Clear! Very clear! But two million may need some time."

"One hour."

"Can I make a phone call?"

"Can you turn into red bills?" Wang Yan asked back.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yan Baimei nodded repeatedly, then took out his mobile phone and started making phone calls.

Wang Yan took the gun, put his hands behind his back, and looked around in the room.

Finally, he saw a pinhole camera in the corner.

He leaned over to confirm, then turned back to look at Yan Baimei.

The latter also paid attention to Wang Yan's movements, said a few words and hung up the phone, and said: "The computer is there, there is absolutely no backup storage, if Wang Laoban is not at ease, you can operate it yourself."

"Call your phone."

Wang Yan continued to look through it, and finally found three places, shooting the situation in the room without dead ends.

After a while, Wang Yan sat in front of the computer, operated it, and turned off the power in the room. Suddenly, the room fell into darkness.

Yan Baimei didn't dare to say more, still making phone calls.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Yan walked over to open the door, and outside the door were two waiters from the casino, they were holding boxes, lowering their heads, not daring to look more.

Wang Yan reached out and took the box, waving for them to leave.

And didn't close the door, just borrowed the light in the corridor, opened the box and looked at the pile of red bills inside.

At this time, Yan Baimei said: "Wang Laoban, there is one million one hundred thousand here. It is the money that can be drawn out tonight, I need to keep some money for guests to exchange chips."

Wang Yan nodded, squatted on the ground and picked up a stack of money, used his thumb to break it, let the red bills slide through his fingers one by one, listening to the crisp sound. This is much better than the sound of chips. Unfortunately, Boss Liu last night had no chance to see it.

Yan Baimei continued: "Wang Laoban, I just made a circle of phone calls, there are not many people who can take out one million cash at this time, and not many are willing to lend it to me. So I contacted a friend of mine in Daban, maybe Wang Laoban has also heard his name, his name is Chai Shu. Chai Shu promised to lend me one million. But there is a distance from Daban to Xiaomolong, and it takes some time to drive over, can Wang Laoban allow some time?"

"How long?"

"The night road is not easy to walk, and it will take nearly two hours."

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded, "Then let's talk again."

"It's an honor." Yan Baimei breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "I don't know where Wang Laoban is from in China?"

"Northeast."

"I know the Northeast, there are also people from there who come to play here. Just now I said Daban, Wang Laoban, you don't seem to know the distance from Xiaomolong, I think you just arrived in our Xiaomolong, right?"

"Testing me? Want to retaliate?"

Yan Baimei shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, how dare I? Just chatting, just chatting."

"It's okay." Wang Yan smiled, "Actually, I understand you. If we were in each other's shoes, if I were you, I wouldn't let myself go either. How about this, when the money is received, I will still kill you?"

"Don't, don't, Wang Laoban, I really..."

"Teasing you." Wang Yan waved his hand, "I am a person who keeps his word, if I say you live, you live. If you are not convinced today and want to retaliate against me, that is the next time's business. But I will make it clear to you, if we are still so unhappy next time, you'd better prepare more money. If it's not enough, I promise you will die very miserably."

"Wang Laoban, you got the money, you will definitely leave Xiaomolong for the first time, the world is so big, and I don't have that much energy. You say right, Wang Laoban?"

"That's right, Boss Bai, you are quite sensible, I am optimistic about you."

"Thank you, Wang Laoban."

"You're welcome."

This "you're welcome", Wang Yan said in Bomo language.

At first, Yan Baimei didn't even react, and after understanding, his eyes widened instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He was very glad, glad that he didn't find someone to do Wang Yan cleverly, but really recognized the planting, and kept making phone calls to raise money. Otherwise, he would be cold now. Because Wang Yan can understand!

Of course, he is not a fool either. If someone really came and surrounded Wang Yan, and Wang Yan saw that he couldn't live, he was by his side, and he would definitely take him away together.

He really didn't want to die...

So Yan Baimei stopped talking, sat there like a year, slowly drinking his fake wine.

Wang Yan sat on the sofa again, still swaying his long legs with his feet on the coffee table.

The door was open, and the light in the corridor shone in, but it didn't shine on the two of them. People passing by outside could only vaguely see the figures of the two. As for those who were shot through their wrists, they honestly hid in the corner where the door couldn't see.

They were in great pain in their wrists, they were very scared, but they didn't dare to make a sound, and even their breathing was suppressed, they huddled in the corner, close to each other, warming each other. They were very scared.

This is for safety considerations, but in fact, people walking on this floor, when passing by the door, didn't dare to look up, just glanced at it when passing by in a hurry.

Time passed slowly, and in the suffering of everyone, an hour and a half passed quickly.

Suddenly, Yan Baimei's mobile phone rang.

He glanced at it, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Then he carefully answered the phone, listened for two sentences, and then said: "Yes, let him come up."

"People are here, Wang Laoban."

After a while, a man with long hair holding a box appeared at the door. Because of the backlight, only the figure could be seen.

"Boss Yan?" This person tested, greeting in Bomo language.

"I am here." Yan Baimei replied in Chinese, "It's Dantu, come in."

Dantu walked in with the box and put the box at Wang Yan's feet: "This is one million cash you want, Chai Shu said if there is trouble, you can say it, everyone helps each other."

He also spoke Chinese.

When speaking, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he subconsciously looked around the situation in the room.

So he saw the shivering people in the corner, saw the silent one lying there, with a faint trace in front of him, saw the man sitting in front of him with his feet on the table, smiling, and the black gun in this man's hand.

He found that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

In an instant, his hair stood on end.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Yan's voice sounded, "I have no grudge with Chai Shu of Daban, I don't even know him. You are here to send money, you don't look for trouble, we are all Wasali."

While speaking, Wang Yan sat up, put the gun aside, opened the box, and looked at the pile of red bills inside. Then he buckled the box, found a bag in the room, and put the guns in.

Then he stood up with two boxes and a bag.

"Boss Bai, your disaster today is over, you'd better be sensible."

"Wang Laoban, don't worry, I, Yan Baimei, am not someone who can't afford to lose, I recognize the planting."

"You'd better get out of the way, I won one hundred thousand from you, and you wanted my life. Boss Bai, I'll say it again, if you want to retaliate, you'd better prepare enough money. That's all I have to say, take care of yourself."

Wang Yan looked at Dantu who was standing there staring at him, and smiled, "Dantu, right? Thank you for running so far to send me money so late. We will meet again if fate allows. Wasali."

Dantu hesitated, but also put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Wang Laoban, Wasali."

Wang Yan smiled, then carried the money, took the gun, and turned to leave.

Dantu stood at the door, watching Wang Yan disappear around the corner.

Behind him, a pile of heavy breathing sounds, that is the relaxation of surviving the disaster.

"Boss Yan, this is..." Dantu cared.

Yan Baimei waved his hand, stood up with difficulty, walked over and patted Dantu on the shoulder: "Thank you, help me tell Chai Shu, this money will be returned in two days. You go down and play a few rounds, it's all on me."

"Thank you, Boss Yan, I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I'll go back first."

"Good, drive safely."

Yan Baimei was also polite, and didn't keep him, watching Dantu disappear, he leaned heavily against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground...