The Last Mecha

Chapter 119 Grievance

"Eighty thousand."

"Hu, all of them."

After Jia Shuwen played the cards, Huo Jianfeng spread his hands, turned the bamboo dominoes upside down, stretched his hairy arms in front of the opponent, and took a stack of money rolls, but there was not much joy on his face.

"Oh, my brother is amazing, I'm sorry, I thought I was going to splash blood everywhere tonight, but I saw money turned into water." The surname Jia said in a teasing tone, he lost a lot of shit, and his face was still happy of.

"I've been making cans all the time, and I've made it clear that the ten thousand characters are all the same, and you dare to make such a card?" Huo Jianfeng stared into his eyes, very playful.

"It's a big card. There's nothing you can do if you don't play alone. This person is sometimes too greedy. The kid in his head screams and doesn't know who he is. This hand doesn't obey." Jia Shuwen smiled lightly and re-numbered the cards. .

His style of playing cards is also the only one in Jucai Attic. It has been several hours since he was on the table, but he just didn't win, and he frantically fed Huo Jianfeng on the opposite side as if he was dying.Half of the rounds won by the latter were shot by him.

The atmosphere was a bit indescribable, except for the two people sitting opposite each other, the one on the left and the one on the right hardly spoke much, only sighed a few words when they won or lost, as if they were just here to join in the scene.

"Is there enough money?" Huo Jianfeng asked after throwing out a red card as if he was unconscious.

"Touch! It's not enough. According to this way of losing, there are at most three or two more, you chicken." Jia Shuwen pursed his lips and sighed softly.

"Then you can prepare to step down, I will find someone to replace you."

"Hey, don't disappoint, it's just that you don't have enough on your body. At worst, I'll pay you my life."

"I don't want it. Human life is worthless these days. Three."

"One tube. You can't say that, a cheap life is worthless, and no matter how cheap this life is, there are people who care about it, right? For example, a brother who has been worshiped, and a friendship that has passed his life."

Huo Jianfeng didn't answer the question, he didn't want to pay attention to it, he pressed the domino: "Yaoji."

"bump!"

"Tsk—" Huo Jianfeng frowned, and looked at Jia Shuwen with anger in his eyes, "Why do you play cards?"

"Presbyopia, presbyopia, I'm so worried, no matter what, you've got rid of it. If you don't fight this chicken, I can only be a leader with two things in my hand."

Jia Shuwen slapped his face with a tortured expression on his face.

"You're going to lose again."

Huo Jianfeng raised his eyelids.

"Lose, who hasn't lost since childhood."

"What do you do?"

"Hey, businessman, a little boss who can't get on the stage."

"Little boss throwing money like you?"

"Isn't it that I saved up a little in the past, and I used to do shipping, that earned money. It's a pity that it's too dangerous. If I meet the fucking Qiu Ba, I'll be unlucky."

"There hasn't been a war in China for several years, and now there is no Qiu Ba, why not do it?"

"It's strictly controlled. If you have no money, you can only open a black tiger stove to earn some pocket money. Otherwise, the debtor will put you in a sack and throw it into the sea."

"Oh." Huo Jianfeng replied dryly, without raising his eyelids, he just focused on drawing cards.

"What do you do?" Jia Shuwen asked back.

"Me, a pork seller."

"Slaughter a pig?"

"Slaughter, slaughter when you are free, slaughter when money is tight, and slaughter when you are in a bad mood."

"Bullshit."

Jia Shuwen pushed it quickly, and the mahjong he had just touched was flattened by him before it was even hot.

Huo Jianfeng fixed his eyes on the past, and then his eyelids twitched.

Tian Hu Qi is right.

"Please return all my money." Jia Shuwen looked at him, raised his big hand, and raised his eyebrows.

"Not enough, this table is not capped, it's all up to me to get the money."

Huo Jianfeng shook his shoulders, with a look of indifference, he pushed out the roll of money in his hand, and the white flowers looked like heavy snow falling all over the sky, "How about I sell myself to you?"

"That's okay, I'm easy to talk, I owe you a lot, I don't want it, just answer one of my questions." Jia Shuwen said with a fake smile.

"You speak."

"Does Liu Mingye's death have anything to do with you?"

The atmosphere turned cold for a moment, and at some point in time the bustling outer hall could no longer hear a single sound, only the orange-red fire flickered from side to side.

Two people on the left and one on the right crossed their arms and looked at Huo Jianfeng with calm eyes.However, he relaxed his shoulders with a relaxed look.

"I want to say yes?"

"boom!"

In the dark night, a little flame splashed, and the roar of the gun muzzle covered the crisp sound of glass shattering. Transparent fragments fell to the ground, with burnt black marks on the corners. But the smoke is strong.

Jia Shuwen slowly lowered his raised right hand, with red and black lights in his eyes, "You'd better think clearly."

Huo Jianfeng glanced at the bowl-sized hole under his heel from the corner of his eye, and laughed loudly: "I said it's okay, do you believe it? Then the Li Xing shop and his gang are my horsemen. I didn't know when I said it, and I didn't listen to it." I said this, do you believe it or not?"

"You know what answer I want. I don't care what the scum in Li Xing's shop has to do with you. Is it because of you? Do you want Liu Mingye to die? I have been a businessman and a bandit in my life, and lost my wife The child died, just such a dead brother, died in Jiang Song for no reason. You think, do I have to find a sufferer after exhausting all means?"

The sudden silence made the hearts of those present feel like insects were crawling.

Huo Jianfeng sipped the tea slowly, and in the other hand, the bamboo domino engraved with "[-]" was twirling up and down in the palm of his hand.

"Five years."

He spoke suddenly, his voice calm.

"I have been in Jiangsong for five years, and those idiots have been with me for four years. During this period, the people under my command have changed group after group. I found out that they are still good at it. You said this dog has been kept for a long time. You all look familiar. Yes, I don’t care what they do. But I’m full and have nothing to do. Let them fight with the owner of a tiger stove? To kill that thing, I went there with a knife in my hand. So troublesome?!"

The corner of Jia Shuwen's mouth twitched, and he responded after a while: "What is the reason why they came to Liu Mingye? If it's just to cause trouble, if there is a grievance and a debtor, I can only find you."

"Hey? You ask me? If you ask me, it's just to cause trouble, otherwise, what else could it be? , the most fucking hate being pointed at a gun."

A series of explosions sounded like firecrackers on New Year's Eve. The dazzling stream of light was reflected in the flying glass shards, and invisible trajectories pointed directly at the man sitting at the bottom of the mahjong table. A large group of muddy colors blocked everyone's vision.

Three seconds later, everything quieted down, and the sound of tiny debris falling could be heard in my ears. Jia Shuwen stood still, his eyes trying to pierce the rising smoke.

(End of this chapter)