Although it was still early in the morning, the casino was open 24 hours a day, and the security guards like the two black towers at the entrance were still not slacking off.

When Gao Xianda usually came, he had to change into civilian clothes in advance, and then lock guns, batons, handcuffs and other items in the car. For the police, this is actually a prohibited act.

But this time it was much easier, he just had to put these things in his watch, and the security guards at the door couldn't find it.

Coxianda's purpose in coming today is not to gamble. He acted as if he were a tourist, exchanging only a few dozen dollars of scattered chips.

I saw him go to a table and observe for a while, press one or two, and observe for a while. Each bet is not big, there are losses and wins, and it is not remarkable.

After observing enough on one table, change to another and repeat the above action.

He didn't make big bets, so he naturally didn't care about winning or losing. He spends more of his time pinching his watch and observing. He not only wrote down the results of each table at what time, but also remembered how the dealer and even the people around him would react when the results appeared.

It is worth noting that the beautiful dealer at one of the tables actually threw 13 "big" in a row, which made many speculators who thought that the next hand must be "small" and lost all their money.

Just watching and playing, Gao Xianda stayed in the casino for more than two hours. At this time, a message came from the system: the plot character Sweet has died, the main quest has failed, and the script will be reset at 24 o'clock tonight.

"Well done! Brad! Gao Xianda snapped his fingers, and sure enough, without CJ intervening, with Brad's ability, Sweet would definitely die.

After confirming the good news, he lost the interest of continuing to observe, withdrew his chips, and left the casino.

Coxianda didn't eat breakfast this morning, just drank some milk. Seeing that it was almost noon, his stomach began to rumble.

Thinking of the strange eyes of those waiters when he and Brad ate ate here at the buffet before, Gao Xianda felt his face red. He would rather be hungry than eat the buffet here.

Fortunately, two blocks away from the casino, there is a Chinese restaurant, and Gao Xianda often visits.

It is said to be Chinese food, but it is not the local version of Cantonese food that is common in Chinatown, this restaurant is just a Lanzhou ramen restaurant.

The boss's name is Uncle Jian, and he is in his fifties this year. Although his body is thin, he has been cooking ramen all year round and has also developed well-defined muscles. He was a first-generation immigrant, an early migrant worker, and he had little culture and could not fully recognize Chinese characters. When I was old, I learned English from scratch in the United States, and my level was naturally limited, and I had a strong accent, so I couldn't say anything except for the sentences commonly used in daily ordering.

As a Chinese, Gao Xianda speaks Mandarin quite well, but he can talk to Uncle Jian. Uncle Jian's business in the shop is average, in order to save money, he is alone from the chef to the running hall, usually no one chats, he is uncomfortable, and every time he sees Gao Xianda, he is very enthusiastic.

Gao Xianda was hungry this time, so he ordered a large bowl of wide belt noodles. There are no other customers in the restaurant, so the dishes are served quickly. It didn't take long for the noodles to be served.

Gao Xianda went to the Ming stall again to serve a plate of mixed vegetables, a small plate of peanuts, and a can of Coke, eating and drinking, and it was very good.

Uncle Jian's noodles are very delicious, the noodles are firm and elastic, the beef is thin and tender, the soup is clear and has an aftertaste, and with chives and radish, it is 10,000 times better than the spaghetti pressed out of the machine.

But while eating, Gao Xianda felt that something was wrong.

Usually when he came to eat noodles, Uncle Jian was like a chatter. Even if Gao Xianda doesn't make a stubble, Uncle Jian has to talk about his own things.

said that his business has been sluggish recently, that prices are still soaring recently, that his only daughter is about to graduate from medical school but has no boyfriend, and that Aunt Sophie in the bakery next door was flattering at him again yesterday......

In short, it's all short gossip from parents, although chattering, but very kind.

It's a pity that Uncle Jian has a sad face today, and his interest is not very high, so he just sighs beside him.

Gao Xianda naturally became curious, and asked, "What's the matter, Uncle Jian, is there anything difficult about it?" ”

Uncle Jian let out a long sigh, and before he could speak, three young people walked in outside the door. They look like they're all Asian, but they're thinner and smaller.

Seeing that someone came to the door, Uncle Jian immediately stood up, put on a smiling face, and said in Chinese: "Three, eat noodles?" You may be seated! ”

"Speak English! You bastard! The young man at the head said, listening to his broken English accent, you knew that he was Japanese.

Although Gao Xianda did not have any anti-Japanese sentiment, he was still a little disgusted by this person's arrogant attitude. It is said that Japanese people are the most polite, but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore.

Uncle Jian is not surprised, all kinds of guests have been encountered. He hurriedly said in English with a strong local accent: "Three, please inside, what do you want to eat?" ”

"Eat nothing! It's time to pay this month's protection fee! The two young men in the back deliberately opened their coats to reveal their inner bodies, which were tattooed with all kinds of cool tattoos.

Uncle Jian's English is not very good, and he doesn't seem to understand it very well, seeing them open their clothes, he pointed to the ceiling fan behind him, and hurriedly said, "It's hot, it's okay." There's a fan, there's a fan, please take a seat! ”

Little Japan didn't understand Uncle Jian too much, so he made a gesture of money and said, "It's not an electric fan, it's a protection fee!" ”

When Uncle Jian saw their action of making some money, he suddenly realized: "It's okay, it's hot, don't be afraid of electricity!" ”

These little Japanese speakers speak better English than Uncle Ken, but they also have a strong Japanese accent. There is a clear barrier to communication between them, mostly through gestures. In Gao Xianda, it sounds obvious that they are talking about their own things, and they can't help but feel very funny.

Uncle Jian chatted back and forth, and all he said was about eating noodles, and the three little Japanese were a little nervous.

The leader screamed "Wow, yes", scolded a few more times, and kicked over a table next to him when he raised his foot, and the oil and vinegar, spices, and chopstick cages on it were all knocked to the ground.

Uncle Jian was so frightened that he took a few steps back, his face frightened. He still didn't seem to understand why the three noodle eaters had to kick the table because of the heat.

Gao Xianda couldn't stand it anymore, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "You bastards, in broad daylight, dare to bully goodness!" Is there still a law in the eyes?! ”