Genius commoner

Chapter 337 Unstoppable
At four o'clock in the morning, the capital is quiet and the street lights are dim.

Only the tea house with the neon lights of the word Tenglong flashing, seems to be a monster who is intoxicated and dreaming, and the noise is as usual.

The reason why there are still people in the middle of the night is because this tea house is essentially an underground gambling stall. After passing through the gate of the tea house and going down the stairs, it is an [-]-square-meter illegally built basement. There are many regular customers, the old cat who has decided to quit the arena, and also came with the remaining home money given by Brother Pao.

Lao Mao is not only a member of the Jidao, but also a gambler, a senior gambler. What he dreams of is that he won [-] million in the lottery. The scene of killing the Quartet, but the reality is that most of the money he has left after paying the family every month will be lost in an hour in the casino.

Luck and hope always seemed to smile on the old cat, but never really descended on him.

Today, his luck is relatively good, as if God opened his eyes, within half an hour after entering the casino, he bet on a few big hands, and more than 1000 yuan turned into more than 3000 yuan in a blink of an eye, playing cards with the old cat , there is also a fair and clean young man, I don't know who brought it in, his face is strange, he doesn't talk much, but his smile is calm.

A pair of black and white eyes are very kind, and he quickly became one with the old cat.

Both of them bet almost the same cards, so the fair young man won about the same amount as the old cat.

The old cat was chatting with him while playing cards. Seeing that the other party was very unfamiliar with the casino, he volunteered to tell him some rules and details, and even took the fair and clean young man to bet on the size. Two thousand, while excited, he decided not to gamble, he would hold on to the 6000 yuan and be happy for a few days.

But before he walked out of the door, he felt that he couldn't leave.

God favored him today and let him win [-]. If he leaves now, wouldn't the opportunity be wasted?No matter how you say it, you have to break ten thousand before leaving.

Half an hour later, the old cat lost everything. Not only did he lose the 3000 profit, but he also lost the [-] yuan he had in his pocket. Regret flooded in like a tide.

The old cat wished he could bang his head against the wall and bleed for five steps. If he loses everything, he loses everything. It is useless to regret it. Casinos have loan sharks, but they will never lend to someone like him. The old cat also knows that casinos are out of luck After all, if he borrowed money, he might not be able to pay it off, so he walked upstairs with heavy steps with the last sliver of reason remaining.

He swore that he would never come here to gamble again: "If I come again, I will chop off three fingers myself."

Before leaving, the Bai Jing youth stuffed him with three hundred, which made the old cat very grateful to this gambler, such a person is really rare.

At this moment, the old cat who was about to touch the door of the soundproof room, in the playful eyes of the two black-clothed men guarding the door, suddenly seemed to be hit by a train, and fell backward with a loud noise. While a gambling table was humming, a figure rushed in from the outside, waved his hands, and two guards fell to the ground screaming with blood spurting from their throats.

A young man in black with a pale face swirled in like a gust of wind. Without a word, his arms shook, and throwing knives flew out of the air. Before the old cat could react, he heard seven or eight tragic stories. The screams sounded, and the thugs guarding every corner and patrolling the casino swayed to the ground clutching their chests, and the thick blood filled the space instantly.

A thug threw out the chair behind him, only to hear a bang, the chair missed the attacker, but threw the old cat that had just stood up again, and the next second, a figure appeared in front of him, a knife flickered, his chest There was a sudden pain, and then the whole person fell backwards, hit the wall and landed, bleeding from the mouth and nose was ominous.

Dozens of haggard-looking gamblers in the casino were stunned in the face of this sudden situation. They were mentally retarded due to gambling, and they had no idea what was happening in front of them. When he came over, he immediately blew up the battalion. From the two lounges and the four corners, he rushed forward screaming.

Facing the machetes and steel pipes that were being thrown at him, Coffin jumped up and wrapped his feet around the wires hanging down from his head. Shouting, she twirled and threw herself on the gaming table, the goddess who smashed the chips on the table scattered flowers, half of her body was instantly stained red with blood.

When several guards retreated subconsciously, the coffin touched the corpse, and the corpse flew out, knocking over three guards.

The coffin board was shot out, the flute was turned, and the blade cut a cross.

The chests of the two were like springs, and a stream of blood spewed out.

"Murder..."

"Get down! Get down! Get down for me!"

When a gambler subconsciously yelled a kill, a man with a ruthless expression came out of the waiting room with a roar, making the panicked gambler lie down on the spot. He obviously knew that once the scene was chaotic, the attacker might Taking the opportunity to run around, and he has discovered that many gamblers took the opportunity to steal the chips on the gaming table, and they must not be allowed to leave.

The old cat hurriedly lay down on the ground, and the white and clean youth also avoided in silence.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

"kill him!"

Several yells sounded one after another, accompanied by the sound of machetes hitting hard objects, killing the casino of nearly a thousand square meters. The man with a ruthless expression quickly stabilized the gamblers and made the target clear. The old cat in the corner glanced at the other party, and recognized the other party as Qing Dao, Qing Dao, the backbone of Qingmen who Qing Wushuang especially valued and was known as the number one knife.

It's just that he remembered that the green knife seemed to be seriously injured in a decisive battle, so how could it appear in the capital?
The old cat guessed right, the ruthless man was Qing Dao, and he still had many old wounds on his body. The reason why he appeared in the capital was to assist Qing Qianyan and lead the three gangs to deal with Ye Zixuan, and it was inconvenient to show up on weekdays. He just hid in this underground casino that he built with his own hands in the past, while quietly watching the reshuffle of the capital's Jidao, while sitting in the casino to reap benefits.

His position doubled the number of casino guards.

Of course, at the same time heal his wounds well, and seek justice from Kong Xiaohan and Ye Gong in the future, Qingdao thought life would be boring, but he didn't expect someone to bloodbath the casino tonight.

And still alone!

This made him both angry and hot, feeling the return of the long-lost fighting spirit.

Just looking at the subordinates who kept falling, Qing Dao's face became serious, and he shouted sharply again: "Kill him!"

There were two more screams, and two black-clothed men swooped out with their knives. They flew quietly from the roof of the building, trying to stab the coffin board from behind, but just as the blade hit the middle, the coffin board swiped out. The flute cut off their sabers with astonishing momentum and pierced into their chests. The sword broke and the person fell. After two twitches, there was no sound.

The tip of his flute is very sharp and almost indestructible.

The coffin board didn't stop, he kicked the machete with his left foot, and with a sneer, lightning flashed out, and many enemies rushed up, and the knife grazed the necks of the two people, and the momentum continued, and they were nailed to the gambling table not far away with blood, trembling Trembling, then the coffin board waved his right hand, blocking the machetes of four or five people, the flute vibrated again, a few cold lights shook around him, and the three fell down.

The coffin board flew up, the flute swept out, and the besieged strong man flew out with broken tendons and bones, spurting blood into the sky on the way. Their eyes were closed, the two of them attacked with a stick and a knife, but they couldn't reach the front of them, the stick broke and the knife broke, the two of them turned over and fell down, covering their throats without exception.

Blood gushed out.

"Go to hell!"

A person suddenly jumped out from the side, stabbing with a knife, it was the green knife with the right fire to attack.

The coffin board hit the flute with a backhand, abruptly parrying the thin knife that opened up.

After a crisp sound, both of them couldn't stop their jaws from numbness, the wound on the abdomen of the coffin board gushed out blood, and the green knife was also churning with blood, the kick that Kong Xiaohan gave him back then is still restraining his body, There was a look of surprise in the eyes of both of them, admiration, and then they roared at each other and rushed up, fighting like wild beasts.

The flutes and thin knives swung, fell, and collided. The two swung 23 knives without stopping. The cat even rolled and crawled to avoid it. He hid in the corner, which happened to be next to the young man with slender hands and fair cheeks.

The other party didn't seem to be afraid at all, on the contrary, he gave him a faint smile, which was very friendly, but the old cat felt that this smile seemed unnatural, like wearing a mask,
With the last hard impact, the green knife and the coffin board each retreated backwards, blood flowed from the corners of each other's mouths, and the tiger's mouth trembled.

When the coffin board was licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, Qingdao suddenly forced himself out of the wound.

With this knife, he took advantage of the coffin board's strength and wanted to kill the latter. After all, there were more than a dozen thugs behind him, but Qing Dao never thought that the coffin board, which had no time to dodge, directly used his shoulders to bear the opponent's sharp weapon. A gust of blood gushed out, and when Qing Dao froze for a moment, the coffin board reached out and grabbed the opponent's blade.

As stable as Mount Tai, Qing Dao's face changed drastically.

He smelled a bad smell, and his mind, which was full of fighting spirit, turned cold for a moment. He didn't care about grabbing the knife, and rolled over.

The coffin board let out a low cry, drew the saber with his left hand and threw it out, when Qingdao subconsciously tilted his head, he heard rapid footsteps, and a person rushed towards him.

Amid the stern shouts, the coffin board waved its flute and cut bloody.

The green knife lifted the knife to resist, and there was another crisp sound, the green knife flew out straight and straight, just in front of the old cat and the others.

The coffin board did not stop there, and swung the flute to kill. The two thugs who stood in the way screamed and fell out.

Just when he was about to shoot a shot at the coffin board, the white and clean youth beside the old cat turned behind the green knife.

A knife flashed out of his hand, and it slashed across Qingdao's neck fiercely.

Qingdao gushed out blood and fell to the ground. The rest of the thugs were terrified when they saw this, and they watched Qingdao die in disbelief.

Mei Zishu tilted his head slightly towards the coffin board: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)