White Horse Village, this village is a fishing village located on the coast of Hong Kong, the whole village has more than 100 families, more than 500 people, almost all the people in the village rely on the sea to fish for a living, the small wharf at the entrance of the village can be seen everywhere moored dilapidated fishing boats and busy villagers.

In order not to attract attention, Yan Murong and Duan Zixuan did not drive, but took a taxi directly to the small pier at the entrance of the village, and then entered the village without leaving.

"This fishing village is not bad." The two walked all the way towards the village, Yan Murong looked at the surrounding buildings, most of them were two-story small wooden buildings in a very primitive style, standing on both sides in a staggered manner, and in the middle, there was a road paved with stones, although it was simple, but it was also unique.

"There are a lot of such fishing villages in Hong Kong." Duan Zixuan said. "Basically, the style is pretty much the same – or rather, the fishermen here are indigenous, and almost all of them have been fishing for generations."

"I'm weird." Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan and asked curiously. "We two strangers just walked in, why didn't anyone come and ask?"

"Ask what?" Duan Zixuan said funny. "We're not in the devil's stronghold, what's there to ask? Besides, it's not just the two of us who come here every day. ”

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded and said. "I'm afraid that we will expose the target before we can find anyone."

"Don't worry." Duan Zixuan smiled slightly and asked. "I'm also quite strange, didn't that Zhen Cheng say that Gao Zhen has been living in a hotel? How nice it would be if we went straight to the hotel, why did we have to come to this place? ”

"I didn't say I was looking for Gao Zhen." The corners of Yan Murong's mouth hung up with a beautiful arc. "It's a lot of trouble to find someone, so it's easy for him to take the initiative to come out to find us."

"What do you want to do again?" Duan Zixuan asked suspiciously, and his intuition told him that Yan Murong was going to do something again.

"I don't want to do it, I'm just going to take you out to relax and have fun - I heard that the casino is fun, let's go play too?"

"Damn, are you going to play?" Duan Zixuan couldn't help but laugh and scold. "I think you're trying to smash the field."

"That's right." Yan Murong snapped his fingers and said. "But you still have to play before smashing the field, there's no reason to save him money, right?"

"What if I lose?"

"Lost? It's better to lose, and if you lose, there's more excuse to smash the field. ”

While discussing how to smash the field, the two walked around the village, and soon, a two-story wooden building on stilts attracted the attention of the two.

"Look, it turns out that we can find it without asking for directions." Yan Murong pointed to the wooden building and said with a smile.

The wooden building is basically not much different from the other houses in the village, but there is a layer of black curtains hanging on each window, and the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.

Seeing Yan Murong and Duan Zixuan coming over, the two thugs who were squatting on the ground and smoking stood up, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "What the hell?"

"I want to go in and have fun." Yan Murong showed a harmless smile and looked at the two of them and said. "What? Do you still have to buy tickets? ”

"Mainlanders?" The thug looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Yes, from the mainland." Yan Murong was not in a hurry and said. "I heard that there was something to play here, so I came over to have fun."

"It's okay to play, but it's not okay to make trouble, you know?" The thug reminded him and knocked on the door. Yan Murong listened carefully, and it was still a code of three long and two short, and thought funny in his heart, this group of guys really watched a lot of movies.

Soon, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat man with five big and three thick and a gold necklace around his neck poked his head out, looked at Yan Murong and the others, and then looked around, and then opened the door and motioned for the two to go in.

As soon as I walked into the wooden house, my vision suddenly darkened. Because the windows were blocked by thick curtains, there were only two dim lights from the roof as illumination.

To Yan Murong's surprise, this wooden building didn't look good, but the sound insulation effect was very good, and the shouts inside couldn't be heard outside.

The area of the first floor is not large, only about 80 square meters, but it is crowded with 30 or 40 people. These people gathered around two tables, shouting and shouting to place bets, then cheering for the winners, shouting and scolding for the losers, and then moving on to the next round again.

Looking at this group of red-eyed guys who were all about to gamble, Yan Murong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Gambling on this stuff is like drugs, it's easy to get involved, but it's hard to quit. Look at those anxious rabbit-like guys, in this kind of air circulation, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, stinky feet, and the smell of feet can still have such a good time, you know that this group of people must have lost miserably.

"What do you want to do?" The fat man looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"What's upstairs?" Yan Murong pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor and said.

"Upstairs is the mahjong room." The fat man said impatiently. "It's still early, there's no one up there, so let's play below. I want to play mahjong after noon. ”

"It's a shame." Yan Murong shook his head regretfully, looked at Duan Zixuan and asked. "Why don't you just play down there?"

"I'll do whatever I want." Duan Zixuan shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't care, he was here to smash the field anyway, and there was no difference between smashing from top to bottom and smashing from bottom to top.

"Exchange chips over there." The fat man pointed to a room next to the staircase and said. "We only accept cash, and a minimum of 1,000 dollars can be exchanged for chips."

"Understood." Yan Murong nodded, looked at Duan Zixuan and said. "Go for it, I don't have any money with me."

"Damn, you know how to blackmail me." Duan Zixuan complained, but still walked to the room where the chips were exchanged, turned around, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "How much?"

"For a thousand." Yan Murong said with a smile. "People have a minimum consumption, so let's go to the minimum standard."

Soon, Duan Zixuan changed his chips, a thousand yuan, ten chips, and a hundred each.

"What to play?" Duan Zixuan gave Yan Murong five chips, looked at the two crowded tables and asked.

"What will you play?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"It's a shame that I don't know how to play anything." Duan Zixuan said helplessly.

"So what are we doing here?" Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan with a smile and asked.

"Smash the field." Duan Zixuan said as a matter of course.

"Okay, even if it's going to be smashed, we'll have to play first." Yan Murong leaned over to the two gaming tables and looked at them, and said. "It's okay, there's a dice shaker, so let's play with it."