Ghost Shelter System

Bet, it's a pleasant surprise.

You never know whether the next card will be a fortune card or a nightmare card.

The rule of baccarat is to strive for the sum of two or three cards to be 9. If the total is greater than 9, the card will be busted, and 10, j, q, and k will count as 0 points.

After Qin Kun briefly listened to the rules explained by Uncle Chen, he let it go. Uncle Chen was also embarrassed. He was not short of money, but the other party gave him 100,000 yuan to play with as he pleased. This... was nothing.

Uncle Chen is playing, Qin Kun is watching, and Ah Wei is dealing the cards.

For twenty minutes, Qin Kun didn't move.

Within twenty minutes, Uncle Chen lost more than he won. He noticed that Qin Kun had a solemn expression and said awkwardly: "It's better you do it..."

Uncle Chen was about to stand up, but Qin Kun pushed him down: "Continue."

After another twenty minutes, Qin Kun finally discovered something or felt something subtle.

This table is directly facing the dragon head, full of evil spirits. No matter what the specific attributes of evil spirits are, it is inevitable to have bad luck. However, the Feng Shui Bureau obviously cannot block so much strong Yang energy. Qin Kun always feels that there are some things that he still has. I did not notice.

The gamblers changed hands twice, and even those who had won a few hands and left had a bad look on their faces.

Finally, the casino shifts.

The new dealer has arrived, Ah Wei dealt the cards for the last time, Uncle Chen wiped his sweat, lost tens of thousands, and whispered: "Little brother Qin...he is leaving soon, we may change things later. This time Bet less.”

Qin Kun suddenly echoed: "Uncle Chen, it's the last one. If you win, everything except the capital will be yours. If you lose, it's all mine. Bet more, bet less, you... take care of it."

Uncle Chen's blood rushed to his brain.

Oh my god...

If he goes all-in in this game, the biggest profit is from betting on pairs, which pays 11 for 1. In addition to the capital, he can get hundreds of thousands in his account.

But the probability is too small, and if he plays like this, little brother Qin... will be very angry.

"Really?"

Qin Kun gave an encouraging look: "Do whatever you want."

Uncle Chen nodded and suddenly pushed the chips over.

“All-in!”

Everyone felt that this uncle had lost his sight.

Betting on a pair...is this crazy?

Ah Wei was stunned, as were the banker, player and the surrounding gamblers.

Uncle Chen blushed, silently saying to himself, "I'm sorry, little brother Qin," and then...

"Pair!" Dealer Ah Wei announced.

Then Uncle Chen screamed uncontrollably from table No. 1.

770,000 per round!

Who the hell can win 770,000 in baccarat! Who else! ! !

The chips were pushed over, and the gamblers were drooling with envy. Seven hundred and seventy thousand was not much for most people, but it was indeed rare to be lucky enough to see such a crazy game in Baccarat.

"Little brother Qin! Noble man! Come and get half of it!"

Uncle Chen's eyes were red, and he excitedly grabbed the chips and stuffed them into Qin Kun's arms. Qin Kun smiled: "Okay, you won it all with your own ability. It's none of my business."

Qin Kun put two fingers into Uncle Chen's pocket, which contained a Dupont lighter and a pack of black coins. She shook it towards him and said, "Just give this to me."

Uncle Chen waved his hand: "That won't work! It must be your good luck!"

"Good luck sometimes comes with trouble." Qin Kun finished speaking calmly and looked at the waiter who came over.

The waiter smiled politely: "Sir, there is a gentleman in the VIP hall who wants to meet you. Is it okay?"

Uncle Chen's expression was stunned. It's not that big of a deal. It's only over 700,000, but someone from the casino came to invite Qin Kun to tea?

"Xiao Qin, step back."

Uncle Chen spoke, but found Qin Kun walking over with a smile: "Okay, please lead the way."

Qin Kun left with the waiter, and the dealer Ah Wei also followed. Uncle Chen blinked and didn't know what to do for a long time.

…

VIP hall, one of the private rooms.

A young man in a suit and leather tie sat there, smoking and looking at Qin Kun.

"You can make so much money in Awei's hands. Are you a Nanmo guy?"

The smoke filled the air, the young man was smiling, the sparks flickered, and suddenly, the surrounding air became distorted.

In front of Qin Kun's eyes was a rotating room. After being wrapped in smoke, the room rotated faster and faster.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed the young man's collar.

The young man was shocked when he was lifted up by Qin Kun and hit against the wall.

"Who dares to come to my territory and run wild!"

The surrounding rooms stopped spinning, and a middle-aged man walked out of the door, followed by two foreign bodyguards with an evil spirit.

"Noisy! I won't even talk about setting up a dragon-slaying bureau. I also raise a gambling ghost to the town. Isn't there anyone in the area to take care of things?!"

Qin Kun hit the young man in the face with his elbow, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and pulled hard, then raised his knee and hit the middle-aged man's face. The young man threw himself on the coffee table with a look of embarrassment, and the middle-aged man was lying on the ground with a bright red stripe hanging under his nose. Two bodyguards suddenly rushed over, and one quickly locked Qin Kun's neck. With a "gra" sound, Qin Kun pulled the bodyguard away. Broken wrist!

"I'm warning you not to draw your gun, otherwise I'll be really rude."

The sudden change made the room quiet for a moment.

The coffee table overturned, the young man's head smashed the tea cup, the middle-aged man covered his nose and huddled in the corner, one bodyguard covered his severed hand and screamed, and the other bodyguard was pinched by Qin Kun's neck and pinned to the ground like a chicken. .

In the middle of the room, Qin Kun was sitting on the back of the bodyguard with a sword in his hand. Dealer Ah Wei trembled all over and looked at Qin Kun with his pupils constricted: "You dare to hit the boss?! I will fight with you!"

Snapped

A slap hit Awei on the cheek, Awei's teeth flew out and blood spurted out.

I saw Qin Kun's eyes scanning the crowd: "A low-class secret sect disciple, a bold boss, and two black umbrella mercenaries, how dare you make trouble in front of me with these cards?"

The young man with swollen cheeks was stunned and said loudly: "There are no waves in the East China Sea, and there are nobles in Nanyang. I am Wen Huasong of the Xingzhou Gate of the Path of Life and Death! Who are you?"

"I've never heard of it." Qin Kun spat, "Did you set up this Feng Shui bureau?"

"So what? My ancestor was a disciple of the Kuai family. Who do you study under? Can you understand my Feng Shui strategy?"

"The Feng Shui of the Kuai family is passed on to males but not to females. Your ancestor was also a second-hand swordsman, right?"

"You...! You've gone too far!" The young man shouted with a red face and a thick neck.

"Let's not talk about this for now. What happened to him?" Qin Kun was too lazy to pay attention to the other party and pointed at Ah Wei.

Ah Wei noticed Qin Kun pointing at his nose and raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of death? I've been a little more law-abiding in the past few years, but when I was messing around, you were still studying!"

After Ah Wei finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he was caught in an invisible net and bumped towards Qin Kun. Qin Kun stepped on his face.

"What about you? Are you afraid of death?"

He sent back a rhetorical question, which made Awei explode with shame and anger. This man... I want to kill him!

Struggling and grabbing randomly, Qin Kun's feet didn't move at all, and he even pressed harder. Ah Wei felt that his head was about to be crushed, so he said in pain: "Kill me if you can!!!"

Qin Kun took out a cigarette and lit it, and said quietly: "It's a pity that you are dead..."

No more feng shui tricks could shake Ah Wei's ghost, and the smoke passed through his body. This sudden change left Ah Wei stunned.

The teacup fragment was held by Qin Kun, shook it in front of Ah Wei's eyes, and suddenly stabbed it down.

Ah Wei screamed, but the pain he imagined did not come. Ah Wei slowly opened his eyes and saw that Qin Kun's finger had passed through his eyeball.

this……

This visual experience made Awei's hair stand on end.

quiet.

The room was quiet.

Ah Wei was in a state of despair, his mind was in a mess, as if he was going crazy. He slowly remembered some things and then forgot about them. What on earth was going on... Am I really dead? ? ?

Qin Kun kicked Awei away, took the other bodyguard in his hand, patted the other person's face and said: "This black soul priest, please tell me what is going on with this ghost. Please speak clearly today and leave your body intact." .”

The bodyguard looks brave and is actually known for his mental strength, but meeting Qin Kun is no different from a chicken meeting an eagle.

"You... are not qualified to kill me! I belong to the Eastern Europe branch... you will suffer revenge from the Holy Soul Religion!"

"Let Carter come! He promised me that there would be no disciples of the Black Soul Sect in China. Your appearance today made him break his promise!"

"Do you know...the Pope?"

puff

Qin Kun stood up and knocked his heels. The black soul priest coughed out blood and curled up into a shrimp.

The boss on the ground was completely confused when he found that Qin Kun conjured a stack of information and threw it on him like magic.

"Read." Qin Kun whispered.

"In March last year, an evil spirit appeared in the Lisboa Atlantic Hotel. It disturbed gamblers."

"In April, investigators went to investigate and identified him as a ghost general."

"In September, an investigator was seriously injured, and the investigation concluded that someone was raising ghosts."

"In December, new developments emerged in the investigation. 15 years ago, Zeng Yunwei, the owner of the Lisboa Atlantic Hotel, was murdered near a mass grave in Taipa. The murderer was unknown. The Lisboa Atlantic Hotel was taken over by Zeng Yunwei's deputy Li Weide..."

You can hear a pin drop in the room.

Dealer Ah Wei said nothing, and Qin Kun pinched his chin: "Have you remembered your name?"

"Zeng... Zeng Yunwei."

This ghost is none other than Zeng Yunwei, the owner of this hotel 15 years ago!

In his memory, he took refuge three years ago because of a crime. In fact, 18 years had passed, and 15 years ago, he was already the big boss of this hotel.

The intricate memory fragments were slowly being sorted, and the ghost's eyes gradually became hollow. Qin Kun handed over the cigarette and asked, "What's the name of your current boss?"

"Li Weide. It turns out it's you..." Ah Wei raised his head, with a twisted smile, and looked at the middle-aged boss, who felt his heart skip a beat.

Qin Kun patted Ah Wei on the shoulder: "You were killed and made into a town ghost. I really won't let you go until you die..."

Ah Wei tensed up his expression: "Li Weide, where are my wife and daughter..."

The middle-aged boss huddled in the corner, his teeth chattering: "Wen Huasong! Peter! Kill him for me! I have a lot of money! Peter! Why are you still standing there? Aren't you having fun playing with his wife and daughter?"

The black soul priest was very angry and frightened, and wanted to kill the middle-aged boss right now.

Qin Kun closed his eyes to rest, and someone knelt down in front of him.

"Little sir."

"Just call me sir, I'm not young anymore."

"help me."

"How to help?"

"Stop these two people..."

Three loud kowtows.