Chapter 9: Young Ang Lee

"What to do, I'm a little scared, the lender ...... Could it be the underworld?"

Jianming said indifferently: "Yinling, don't be afraid, grandpa told me that there is no underworld in my country, there is only Italy and the underworld in the world, and the country has an underworld, we only have brainless gangsters and poor people who are oppressed by life and don't know how to live like this, and some people don't even know the concept of society, and they talk about social people and the underworld every day." ”

"Oh............ You grandfather, I feel like I know a lot......"

"Well, my grandfather said that he was the second smartest person in the world. "There was a lot of affirmation and confidence in my eyes.

"Second, who is the first?"

He didn't say it, but he said that I might meet him one day, and when the time comes, let me learn from him and not be sloppy. ”

After a few digressions, the atmosphere really eased up a lot.

"Walked away. Aoyama's hand clapped on the shoulders of the two men,

Before they could push the door and enter the door, they were greeted by a pungent smell of smoke, which made the three of them pause.

"Brothers, how many of you are coming to play, welcome, come in." ”

"What's going on today?"

The thin man who took the lead kept looking back as he walked.

"That...... I'm poor, I don't play. ”

Qingshan shook his heart for a moment.

"We are here to accompany the eldest lady today, this well-limbed and simple-minded bodyguard here, I am the housekeeper. ”

"Oh, okay, okay, then I'll recommend this to you, Miss. ”

"This game is called Pitch Right, it's very simple, just choose one of the 2 choices, and we'll take care of the rest. ”

"But, what's so fun about this? Aren't you all doing it?"

"Hey, hey no, this is also divided into the dealer and the in-laws...... This ......"

"Is there anything else to do?"

"Yes, the most classic Texas Hold'em, what do you think, Miss?"

The dim lighting, the smoky environment, but surprisingly not dirty.

"Hmm...... I won't. ”

"It doesn't matter, a dollar can be a game, learn slowly, we have a lot of gambling here. ”

"Is this the first time this little girl has come?"

A man in a striped suit with a round waist and a big shoulder.

"Yes, boss. ”

"Then I'll entertain you. ”

"Little girl, we have a lot of fun here, how do you want to bet?"

"Hmm............ Guess the size!"

"Okay, good, with dice?"

"With poker!"

"Okay...... No problem, you can bet as much as you want!"

(As long as you taste the sweetness first, the money will naturally be mine...... This kind of little girl...... ）

"Qingshan, can you make a thousand Taoist skills?" Jian Ming whispered to Qingshan in the back.

"You always ask for something amazing...... No, our righteousness cannot be used for this kind of behavior. ”

"Cut~"

"Jianming, look at the man in the corner. ”

Xiaobai suddenly spoke.

Jianming gestured with his finger to the green mountains to see.

Jianming saw that this man was disheveled, his eyes were very long, his nose was large, and his figure was very well-proportioned...... Wearing black leather, he is playing with people to smoke the king.

Aoyama saw this man take out two twos from his cuffs...... It must have been hidden in the cuffs after the last game......

"That guy doesn't seem to be anything special......"

"And it's still out of thousands...... It's just a gambler everywhere. ”

"It's okay, little sister, if you don't have enough money, you can borrow it from your uncle, as long as you have the corresponding mortgage, your uncle can lend you a lot, no interest for three months, you can pay it back slowly, you can use the house...... car, even ............"

"That's how you persuaded my father!"

Silver Bell couldn't help it.

The little girl's anger had reached the extreme, causing everyone around to stop what they were doing, and most of them left the table, because they knew what might happen next, and it was better to have less of this kind of thing. The thin man followed behind them and locked the door. As for Qingshan and Jianming, they were watching from behind, and they had not yet grasped the purpose and situation of coming here. I want to wait and see for a while and keep my distance.

"Little girl, you can't say that, uncle has never forced anyone to do anything, it's all of their own volition, your father...... What's your name?"

"Jinling Real Estate, have you heard of it?"

"Ah...... The building developer who didn't have a deadline for the house......"

"I did lend him money, but he didn't have the ability to repay, this, you can't blame my uncle for this, right?"

"You're talking nonsense! Obviously, the interest rate you opened is too high! My dad is looking for friends and blind dates to borrow money from you everywhere to repay you, and you have twice the principal! You are like finding the owner of the money! Keep looking for him to pay back!"

The emotional Silver Bell wanted to cry a little again, but she was still holding back.

"This ...... That's it, so what?"

"Huh?"

"So what do you want to do?"

"Thin man, call out the brethren in the back room!"

"Boss! This house, somehow I can't get in since just now!"

Hmph, Aoyama wanted to hold back in the back, but his nose still showed his breath.

But that's when it happened............ A young voice came from around the corner.

"It's still still back, isn't it enough to have all the flesh and bones? Ben Shao hates insatiable people like you the most!"

Who? Whose child is this?

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who spoke, who seemed to be still in junior high school, with a red jacket embroidered with gold thread, a red scarf around his neck, and a face full of righteousness, but with a touch of innocence, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows...... Jianming looked a little familiar.

"Who's from it?"

"The Taoist priest over there, know who I am, tell them whose family I am!"

Qingshan, confused again, why does this kid know that I am a Taoist priest...... Why does he think I know who he is......?

？？？？？？

"No...... I do not know...... Don't ask me ......"

"Hmph...... My name is Ang Lee! You know it now!"

"I don't care who you are!"

The big-waisted boss actually took out a 45-caliber Colt pistol and shot the kid twice.

The native silver bell had never seen this, and immediately fell under the table.

Qingshan was also startled, and hurriedly touched the small box on his waist with his hand.

Jianming panicked, he was not afraid of pistols, his grandfather taught him to pay attention to the gaze of the gunman and predict the trajectory when facing a firearm, but he didn't expect that this forty or fifty-year-old man would shoot at a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, he wanted to save this child, because his cinnabar mole gave him a feeling.

But Jianming still didn't catch up.

"Look!" Xiaobai saw all this in his eyes.

Look at the boy's red scarf fluttering in the air as if it had a life of its own, and two bullets were hung on the red silk in front of him.

Ang Lee untied the arms he was holding on his chest and took off the golden bracelet he was carrying in his left hand.

"Any last words?"

"Yes, yes......"

The boss was not shocked by this scene, and said yes several times, and put down the gun, and pointed his palms at Ang Lee.

"This ...... That ......"

"Heixiong, if you can settle this matter, the money you owe me can be written off!"