The late-night revelry fades away, and the tired people live on the streets or get drunk and happy.

The Heilan Trading Ground is like a crazy beast, just finished its cruel hunt, and at this time it is also lurking in the darkness, watching the wind and grass in this area.

Different from the other two major trading venues, the branches of the Heilan trading market are very large, with a total of more than 30 branches, and the locations of these branches are also relatively remote, only three or five are located in the bustling areas such as the Golden Avenue or the Commercial Street, and the other stores are scattered in the dark corners of the city, controlled by the Heilan Society.

As a result, the Heilan Society has also become the most widely distributed organization in the entire trade area.

Located deep in the red light district of the trading area, the headquarters of the Black Orchid Society, the head office of the Black Orchid Exchange is a bit like a miniature version of a medieval castle, but the exterior wall is a kind of black and shiny metal wall panels, and the huge electric signs are full of punk atmosphere, and the dazzling and dazzling colors outline the strange jumping lines, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Although it is called a trading place, it is no longer a trading place, there are no goods here, and there is no trading platform, it is just a mansion for monks and a group of henchmen, and occasionally when he receives a big business, he will invite guests to come here to indulge.

At this moment, eight ruffian and vicious fellows were sitting around the bright red bed, the floor was covered with colorful cigarette butts and wine bottles, and the monk was wearing a navy blue suit embroidered with a big red peony, he was squinting at the cards with narrow eyes, and the cold light of Sensen hit the door of his bright head, which made people a little dizzy.

Playing cards are constantly thrown on the bed, and the expressions on the faces of these gamblers are constantly changing, sometimes excited, sometimes disappointed, sometimes sighing.

The monk's hands wandered over the beautiful woman in the crook of his arm, and the corners of his mouth always wore a malicious smile.

This short, middle-aged man has eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, and a thin body, just like a skeleton, just such a rotten figure, which can actually suppress the wolves, insects, tigers and leopards of the entire Heilan Society, relying on his fierce and vicious thunderbolt methods.

The monk picked up another cigarette, pinched the beauty beside him, glanced at the others in the game, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why haven't you seen Bahu in the past two days?"

The strong man on the side looked at the mechanical watch in his hand, and said with some doubts:

"yes, it's fucking weird, didn't this Bahu go to that shallow and deep trading floor? I haven't seen him since. ”

The monk's hand was slowly lowered, and he looked thoughtfully at the neon-lit chaotic sky outside, and muttered:

"I haven't seen him...... Hehe, this kid won't be able to come back......"

Several henchmen looked at the monk's cruel face at the same time, and only a short-haired scar-faced man slapped the cards in his hand on the bed at once, grinning:

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu is really lucky today, it's a leopard again! Come, come, come...... Give money, give money! ”

The scar-faced man is in a good mood, since he completed the task of assassinating the boss of the purple snail trading floor last time, he feels that his luck is getting better and better, and he is playing cards with the boss today, and he has won money again and again.

The scar-faced man was grinning, but he noticed that the monk's expression looking at him was suddenly not quite right, only to see the monk snort coldly, and said with a cruel smile:

"Hehe, old scar, your luck is really good, three leopards in a row, such good luck...... Tsk, I can't compare! ”

The scar-faced man grinned and hurriedly said:

"Hey, hey, yes, today's luck is really high, thanks to the boss's blessing!"

The monk snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Luck is good, but I don't know if such good luck can dodge the bullet?"

The scar-faced man was immediately dumbfounded, looked at the monk in horror, and swallowed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold current sweeping through his body, and an indescribable sense of crisis was spreading from his whole body, and the rickety man in front of him seemed to be no longer an ordinary person, but seemed to have turned into a terrifying poisonous snake, waiting for him viciously.

The scar-faced man immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice:

"Big ...... Big brother, I just finished laughing, I was wrong just now, you see, I ...... Not a leopard ......"

As he spoke, the scar-faced man trembled and immediately went to stir the playing cards on the bed, trying to mix in the playing cards he had just slapped on the bed.

However, the monk's face became even colder, and he casually drew a dagger from his side, and slammed the scar-faced man's hand into the bed.

The scar-faced man's eyes widened, and he didn't react at first, but when he realized it, he suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, and blood was already splashing in all directions. Most of the beauties next to him were also frightened, only the two beauties who had been with him all the year round by the monk still kept smiling, and they had long been accustomed to such a scene, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

The monk sneered and said in a deep voice:

"Jason!"

With this call, I saw a tall and majestic figure suddenly appear behind the scar-faced man, this strong man with an exaggerated figure was like a huge iron bucket, and his eyebrows were full of awe-inspiring killing intent.

After the scar-faced man heard the name of this guy, it was as if he had suddenly seen a ghost, and he was so frightened that he sifted through chaff, and hurriedly said to him:

"Boss, monk, the little one is wrong! Please spare me, I don't want this money, I still have spars in my store, I have two spars in my store, I will give them to you! Please, take my life......"

"Huh? What do you mean by that? It makes me feel like a robber, it's nothing if you win, you're willing to gamble and lose, that's the rule that everyone at the table understands. But now that you're backsliding, you're messing up the game in front of me, which is a bit too much of a disregard for me! The monk said calmly, spinning the dagger in a circle.

The flesh rolled up, and more blood spurted out.

At this time, the two beauties beside the monk became even more excited, stared at them with wide eyes, and said in surprise:

"Boss...... Let me try it too, it seems like it's fun......"

"yes, yes, I'm going to try ...... too"

As he spoke, the two beauties scrambled to cut the scar-faced man's body with the dagger, and he wanted to resist, but he felt that he couldn't move suddenly, as if there was a pressure pressing on him like a substance, making him prostrate and unable to stand up.

Ever since Jason was standing behind him, even if Jason didn't have to do anything, he couldn't move out of fear.

This terrible guy has a terrifying aura that suppresses people's hearts.

The monk wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said lightly:

"Hey, don't be so disappointed, didn't you just say you were lucky? So let's play a game today and see if you can dodge the bullets. Now we have more than 3 million Baileys in this game, guess how many Baileys are stacked together to help you block bullets? You guessed it, that means you're really lucky, I'm sure I'll let you go! ”

The scar-faced man's distorted face slowly lifted up, he felt as if he had seen the hope of life again, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice:

"All...... All add it up, three million, three million, no, no, no, five million, ten million! I'll pay for it myself, and I'll pay another 10 million Bailey for my life, boss, raise your noble hand and go around me once! ”

The monk frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"You kid can't understand people, I asked how many of the three million Baileys in the game need to help you block the bullets, what are you talking to me?"

The scarface man hurriedly explained:

"Okay, good, three million Baileys, all three million Baileys are in front of me......"

As he spoke, Scarface had already begun to collect the money from the game with one hand, stacking all the cash in front of him, extending to the size of a bed, all in front of him.

Looking at such a thick pile of cash, Scarface thought that he should be safe.

The monk held a delicate silver pistol and measured it at the other end of the Bailey pile, and as he fiddled with it, admiring the Scarface Man's increasingly frightened expression, he touched the thick trap with his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that you are very confident that you can dodge this shot, not bad, let me see if your luck is so good!"

As he spoke, the monk was about to shoot him, but he suddenly glanced at Jason behind Scarface, who picked up a hazelnut from the table next to him and flicked it violently, instantly penetrating the hazelnut into the back of Scarface's head.

"Bang-"

Jason casually voiced, and a strange laugh seemed to come from the face under the mask, and then raised his fingers in the shape of a pistol.

The back of the scar-faced man's head burst instantly, shattering like a watermelon.

The monk shook his head helplessly and said:

"It seems that for a two-faced guy like you, it's obviously not enough to protect yourself. Besides, how can I be willing to shoot through all my money? ”

The other players retreated to the bedside, two of whom had already dragged Scarface's body away.

The monk was already in high spirits and was about to lie down on the bed to rest, when suddenly a yellow-haired subordinate rushed in and said in a trembling voice:

"Big brother...... Big brother is not good, Bahu...... Bahu seems to have been killed! ”

The monk sat up from the bed with a flutter, and the expression on his face did not show the slightest anger or surprise, but was both excited and cruel, and said gloomily:

"Killed? Are you sure? ”

The yellow-haired subordinate was a little surprised when he saw the boss like this, but he still answered truthfully:

"Boss, it's true! Now the Bahu boss is being resisted by six of his men, but the strange thing is ......"

"What's wrong? Don't spit it out! The monk shouted.

Huang Mao's subordinates scratched their heads and said:

"I don't know why the seven guys are wearing all black suits, their faces are also blackened, and they are dancing strange dances, and the leader is holding a red cane, which looks very funny."

The monk's expression changed abruptly, and he raised his eyebrows and muttered:

"Negroes carry coffins? What the hell is this trying to do? ”