As soon as I walked into the street, I saw that the thugs who had run away before, led more than 20 people, and carried the guys' affairs, and then killed them again.

"It's him, beat our boss, beat him!" The thug in the lead pointed at me and shouted.

"What a fight! Give me a pause! The big guy who followed me shook the ten dollars in his hand and said, "People are just asking for directions, and they all get out of the way!" ”

Hearing this, those little gangsters looked at each other, and somehow dodged a way for me.

I didn't care, walked over, according to the big guy, walked forward three more streets, sure enough, on the right side saw a small square-like place, this square is not big, there is a big black porcelain horse head sculpture in the middle, and the square is close to the street on one side, surrounded by buildings on three sides, the red tiles on the outer wall of the building, the architectural style is retro, the building is based on stained glass, and I haven't entered it, I can already feel that this is a luxurious and intoxicating place.

Matouzhuang, this name is not worthy of the real scene.

I just stood on the corner and looked at it, then I wandered over and followed the sparse flow of people into the main hall.

This time is not yet evening, before the peak of entertainment, there are not a few people in and out of this Matouzhuang, but these people seem to be civilians, not much money, and even most of them are local gangsters.

However, the hall on the first floor is still very clean, except for a few pots of green plants in the smooth hall, only wine racks are placed on both sides, and there are some famous and good wines on them.

I walked back and forth, and I didn't go upstairs with those people, just walked downstairs, and sure enough, a girl in professional clothes came to talk to me after a while.

This girl is 1.7 meters tall, wearing small heels that are not too high, a white shirt and black vest, a straight trousers underneath, and a delicate bow around her neck. ”

I saw that someone was taking care of me, so I asked directly, "This Matouzhuang belongs to the Feng family?" ”

Hearing this, the woman was stunned for a moment, then pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, and said, "Sir, Matouzhuang is Matouzhuang, and the Feng family are two places." ”

I listened to her meaning, and it seemed to be a taboo to tie Matouzhuang and the Feng family together, so I turned to ask her, "Then is there anyone surnamed Feng here?" ”

The girl's face froze, but she still forced herself to maintain basic etiquette, and replied, "Yes, Mr. Feng is on the fourth floor, and the one wearing the red cloak is." ”

Red cloak? I look at the flow of people passing by, it's summer, how can anyone in shorts and vests wear a cape? Mr. Feng that this person is talking about, I'm afraid it's a secondary two disease, right?

But thinking about Feng Jingsan, who has never taken off his sunglasses, I don't think it's unacceptable.

Seeing that I frowned and turned to leave, the waitress called out to me again, "Sir." ”

I looked back at her, and she said slowly, "Forgive me for saying more, it looks like you are visiting Matouzhuang for the first time, we have rules here, go upstairs, and win." ”

"Must bet?" I asked with a frown.

The woman smiled and nodded.

I nodded in understanding, and turned up the stairs on the first floor.

It may be the reason why the hall on the first floor is relatively high, this corridor is very long, and there are security personnel on the fifth floor and one post.

I went all the way and went up the stairs, only to see that I wanted to enter the money field on the second floor, and I had to go through a security gate to search my body.

There were a few people in front of me, and all metal items on their bodies, except for money, and even mobile phones, were confiscated and put into a sealed bag, marked with the person's name and number, and stored in a cupboard next to me.

I had nothing on me except a broken phone, and I wasn't afraid of them searching for it, but these people didn't confiscate it when they saw that my phone was broken.

Actually, it made me a little strange because I didn't have a penny on me, and they let me in like that.

I thought that in this kind of strictly managed big money market, even if it can accept low-end passenger flow, it will ensure that these customers are here to 'play', and if you want to play, you naturally have to bring money, even if it is a dollar, you can't be empty-handed.

But I went up to the second floor empty-handed.

Pushing open the glass door on the second floor and entering the noisy hall, I looked around and saw that there were a lot of tables in this hall, but it was not the peak time for customers, so it was not very crowded.

Looking around, I found that there was a card table at the entrance of the corridor inside, and there was no one there, only a little girl standing behind the table.

The little girl looked like she was in her twenties, wearing the same clothes as the waitress just now, except that the bow around her neck was changed to red.

After thinking for a moment, I walked over and asked, "Is it to go upstairs to place a bet here?" ”

"Yes, sir." The little girl nodded at me and looked me squarely with a very good attitude.

"But I don't have any money, can I bet?" I spread my hands.

"And what do you have?" The little girl asked patiently.

I thought about it, took out my phone and said, "I only have a broken phone." ”

Seeing this, the little girl reached out to me, I put the phone in her hand, she took it and just checked whether the phone was really broken, and then returned it with both hands, and said with a polite smile, "Sorry sir, this can't be a bet." ”

"So are you gambling here?" I looked at the scarlet bow around her neck and said tentatively.

Hearing this, the little girl nodded and signaled that it was okay.

"Then I'll bet on one hand," I asked, holding out my left hand and placing it on the table, "how do you bet?" ”

The little girl was not surprised, but leaned down and took out a handcuff from under the table, and put my left hand on the railing on the side of the table, before saying, "Bet on the blood pigeon." ”

"Blood dove?" I hadn't really heard of it, so I asked her, "How do you bet?" ”

"Guess the number, there will be a tag on the pigeon, I will blindfold, fly the arrow and drop the pigeon, the number that falls, Mr. guess it right, even if it wins." When the little girl had finished explaining, she reached out and took out a short arrow, a piece of red silk, and an axe from under the table.

The short arrow was shot at a pigeon, and the red silk was blindfolded, and the axe was probably used to chop my hand.

I couldn't help but laugh and asked her again, "So when do I place my bet, before or after you fly the arrow?" ”

"This gentleman is free to do whatever he wants, and after you choose the numbers, someone will pick them up." The little girl said, reached out and took out a number card from under the table, listed one to ten numbers on it, and gave me a red pen before reminding me, "Sir, there is no regret in betting, the number you choose cannot be modified, and it is not okay to draw the wrong one, so when you circle the numbers, please consider carefully." ”

I nodded, indicating that I understood.

Seeing this, the little girl nodded too, then picked up the red ribbon on the table, blindfolded herself, fastened it, picked up the short arrow again, faced the direction of the security checkpoint in the hall, put her finger in her mouth, and blew the first whistle.

A loud whistle echoed through the hall, and the crowd at the poker table moved and looked to me.

I stared at the window near the security checkpoint, and soon, with the sound of fluttering wings, a flock of white doves entered the hall through the four spacious windows.

That's right, a flock, not ten pigeons.

It's hard enough to find ten tags from a flock of pigeons, and it's hard to know which one her arrow will shoot at.

Hundreds of pigeons did not hover all the way into the hall, but landed on the ground, some on the windows, and some on the people around the table.

When the pigeons had landed, the card players in the living room probably knew that the little girl was going to shoot arrows again, so they held their breath one by one, and no one dared to make a sound to disturb them, after all, if the arrow was not done well, it was possible to pierce the human head.

I hurried to look for the ten tags, but when I looked around, I couldn't find one, and the little girl had already whistled a second time.

Suddenly, hundreds of pigeons, which had been on their feet, flapped their wings and began to fly around under the empty high roof of the hall.

I closed my eyes and listened, then looked at the little girl next to me, and still looked at the security checkpoint, and sure enough, she had a third whistle.

The whistle sounded, the arrow came out, and with a whoosh, the cold arrow broke through the air, and soon a snow-white pigeon was hit and fell to the ground.

The little girl untied the ribbon, looked at the number card in my hand and reminded me, "Sir, it's time for you to place your bet." ”