Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 174 You are an idiot
It's twelve o'clock at night.

Australia Island.

In an inconspicuous alley, a small gambling stall is hidden in it. The illegal gambling stalls on the island of Australia, compared with those gambling stalls that are open for business, are called underground gambling stalls. File is not too much.

The exterior decoration of the gambling stall is very ordinary, but the interior is unique, completely different from Hong Kong Island.

Aside from the decoration, a lot of thought has been spent on the lighting alone. A few crystal lamps are hung above the head, and the bright lights illuminate the hall transparently.

Bright lights will refresh the gamblers and make them feel less tired than dim lights.

On the innermost gaming table.

Gandhi, who was dressed in a very simple suit, sat in front of the gaming table, took a ruler, measured the neat banknotes in front of him, and pushed them on the gaming table:

"Three feet, bigger than you."

Gambling banknotes in this gambling stall, there is no need to exchange chips, and it is no longer based on the number of banknotes, but directly measured with a ruler and calculated according to the thickness of the banknotes.

"Ha ha."

The man sitting opposite him chuckled and turned the cards on the table over: "Sorry, I'm still older than you!"

He pushed the cards onto the table, and opened his hands to take the banknotes piled high in front of him into his hands: "Brother, your idea is a bit off tonight, you can't beat me no matter what."

"Grass!"

Gandhi looked at the opponent's cards, cursed in a low voice and threw the cards out, picked up the cigar next to him and took a deep puff: "What a fucking bad luck!"

He pushed the thick black-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose: "Come again!"

Next.

There were several games in a row, but they continued to lose money without a doubt. Their table immediately attracted the attention of many people, and many gamblers surrounded them.

rear.

in the corner.

A Ji and Mark Lee in a windbreaker sat on stools and witnessed the whole process of Gandhi losing money.

"What a wicked card."

Aji curled his lips slightly: "Gandhi has been losing continuously, and he doesn't make any sense."

"Ha ha."

Ma Keli smiled faintly, and the cigarette in his hand was twirling flexibly between his five fingers under the rotation of his fingers. Looking at the other side, he commented: "You have to understand a truth, ten bets and nine deceptions!"

"what?"

Ah Ji naturally knew the ways of gambling, but he didn't notice anything unusual: "The other party cheated?! No way, so many people around are watching."

"This man has something, his move is called out in thousands of doors."

Mark Lee took a sip of the cigarette and gave his own evaluation: "It should be called Qiankun in the sleeve. There is a problem with his right hand. You don't understand it. You don't have enough eyesight to see it. That's why you think this card is evil."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Ah Ji became interested, and turned to look at Mark Lee who was sitting beside him: "You still know this? Why haven't I heard that brother Ma has this ability before?"

"Could it be that you are the apprentice of the God of Gamblers?!"

"Ha ha."

Mark Li smiled without saying a word, and shook his head to signal him to continue looking at the cards.

on the gaming table.

Sixth round.

Gandhi bit his cigar, squinted at the three fives in his hand, sneered, took out a ruler to measure, and pushed all the banknotes in front of him: "Eight feet!"

"Have you figured it out bro?"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side grinned and looked at the banknote pushed out by Gandhi: "If you lose this one again, you will lose it!"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

The impatient Gandhi growled impatiently: "I can't fucking believe that you can always be better than me!"

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged man laughed, and then turned the cards over: "Three preserved eggs, still bigger than you!"

"Hem home shovel!"

Gandhi slammed his fist on the gambling table, feeling unwilling but helpless: "What a fucking evil!"

"Accept and accept!"

The middle-aged man burst into a smile, stood up from his seat and opened his hands to grab the piles of banknotes on the gambling table again. However, just as he was grabbing the banknotes to collect them, his right hand was directly pressed on the table .

"Ok?"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, and he turned to look at the person holding his arm.

By the side.

A young man with a short stature and a thin build looked at him expressionlessly, his white hair was very conspicuous.

He held down his arm with great strength, even though the middle-aged man tried to withdraw his hand, but was firmly pressed on the table by the other party, unable to move at all.

"Ok?"

Gandhi bit his cigar and squinted at the man in white who suddenly appeared. His eyes were puzzled and he didn't know what he wanted to do. He always felt that this man was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

suddenly.

He remembered, this person seemed to be Ji Bu's red stick, Ah Ji!

Why is he here!

"Grass."

The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and he frowned at the white-haired A Ji: "What do you want!"

"Humph!"

A Ji snorted softly, then reached out with his left hand and grabbed the middle-aged right arm and tore the sleeve of the white shirt forcefully. The shirt was easily torn, revealing the full poker hidden in the sleeve.

"Hem home shovel!"

Gandhi saw the poker cards hidden in the middle-aged man's arm, slapped the table and stood up: "I'll fuck you, you're a fucking trick!" Then he shouted at the two boys beside him:
"Hold him down for me!"

"Grass!"

When the middle-aged man saw that the matter had been exposed, he simply stopped pretending and raised his hand to break away from A Ji's restraints. With a low growl, he reached out and touched his waist: "Kill them!"

Behind.

The three boys hiding in the crowd immediately touched their waists and took out the big black star pinned to it.

Seeing this situation, the surrounding gamblers fled in all directions immediately, and the circle that was originally surrounded by people watching the show immediately became a hollow zone.

"Hem home shovel!"

Gandhi's reaction was obviously a bit slow. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to draw the gun without saying a word. By the time he wanted to draw the gun again, it was too late.

The middle-aged man holding the big black star gun was the first to aim at A Ji beside him: "Eat shit, dare to spoil my good deeds!"

"call out!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

A Ji shook his right hand, and a folding knife appeared in his hand. The sharp blade shone coldly under the light. When the middle-aged man raised the muzzle of the big black star, the light was even bright.

There was a small hole in his wrist holding the gun, and the fingers holding the gun were slashed by the sharp blade one by one. The middle-aged man screamed while clutching his injured right hand, and the big black star fell on the gaming table.

"I'm going to your mother!"

Gandhi cursed angrily, took out the big black star on his waist and fired two shots at the middle-aged man, killing him directly, and the other four younger brothers of the middle-aged man were also dealt with by Gandhi's men.

"despair."

The corner of Aji's mouth twitched slightly, and he watched Gandhi snap his fingers, then retreated into the chaotic crowd and disappeared.

"White-haired ghost!"

Gandhi looked at A Ji who disappeared from sight, and murmured in his heart: "What the hell is he trying to do!" Before he had time to think about it, he picked up his backpack and put the banknotes on the table into it, and then quickly left the scene.

One o'clock.

Gandhi sat on the big bed in the hotel and counted the banknotes in the canvas bag. Stacks of banknotes filled the entire bed, which was very visually impactful.

At this moment.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

Ma Zai's voice sounded from outside the door: "Boss, it's me!"

"What's going on?!"

Gandhi got up from the bed, went to the door and stretched out his hand to open the door: "Didn't I tell you, don't bother me if it's nothing serious!"

Door open.

Ma Zai stood at the door tremblingly, his eyes flickering, he did not dare to look at Gandhi, he had a sharp dagger on his neck, and his body trembled slightly.

By the side.

It was A Ji, the standing knife-wielding man, with still white hair.

on the corridor.

Ma Keli, who was wearing a windbreaker, stood against the wall with a toothpick in his mouth, watching them like a bystander, but it brought a great sense of oppression.

"Grass!"

Gandhi frowned and looked at Ma Zai, cursing in a low voice: "You are fucking bad at doing things, you are the number one seller, I am unlucky to meet you." Then he turned and walked into the room: "Come in Bar."

A Ji pushed Ma Zai away and stepped in.

Gandhi reached out and pushed the banknotes on the bed, leaving a space to sit on the bed, touched the cigar at the side to light himself, and looked at A Ji with raised eyebrows:

"How did you follow me here?"

"It seems that you won a lot tonight."

A Ji didn't answer his question, he raised his trousers and sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and looked at Gandhi: "I don't think you should talk to me like that."

He stretched out his left hand, holding a folding knife in his right hand, and trimmed the fingernails on his left hand: "After all, I saved your life in the casino today, and even helped you win money, otherwise you would be the one who lost money."

"Yes, I thank you!"

Gandhi took off his glasses, and pinched the center of his brows with his fingers: "Ji Bu has a lot of thoughts, and he sent people to follow me to Ao Island."

He put on his glasses again: "However, you should go to Han Chen. He has conflicts with you, and it's not me, Gandhi. It's against the rules for you to look for me."

He is quite relaxed at the moment.

Although A Ji is from Ji Bu, but A Ji and the others helped him in the casino today, so they must have other purposes for looking for him, so he didn't panic.

"That's the reason."

A Ji didn't beat around the bush any more, and simply got straight to the point: "I think you already know the news that Ni Kun was killed at the airport."

"Oh?"

Gandhi's eyelids twitched: "What did you do?"

During the day, he had already received the news that Ni Kun was killed at the airport.

"We have no grievances or enmities with Ni Kun, what are we doing with him?"

A Ji shook his head, denied the matter, and continued: "I came to see you today, just to tell you about the next thing."

Gandhi looked at Aji and didn't speak, just smoking a cigarette.

"Ni Kun was arranged by Han Chen, and the death of the black ghost was also planned by Han Chen."

A Ji named the subject, looked at Gandhi with a surprised expression, and continued, "Once Ni Kun dies, Han Chen must have already started to encourage you to turn against the water, so you won't give the Ni family any more?"

"You know quite a lot."

Gandhi's expression changed rapidly, and he said in a deep voice, "Yes, that's the truth. Han Chen did tell us about it. Brother Kun is dead, so who the hell is still helping the Ni family?"

"It's almost time for the next calculation."

A Ji didn't say much to him, and directly stated his purpose: "What our boss means is that you will obediently hand over the money to the Ni family when you hand in the numbers next time."

"Hehehe."

Gandhi laughed and shook his head again and again: "Brother, I didn't say that this is impossible."

"You also said just now that Ni Kun was killed by Han Chen, and the black ghost was also killed by Han Chen, so here comes the problem, now he tells us not to pay the Ni family any more."

"If I play against Han Chen, do you think I will die? Is this the truth?!"

He looked at A Ji as a matter of course, and sighed: "You will make it difficult for me to do this. Among the four speakers, my relationship with Guohua is the best, and Guohua and Wenzheng have long been involved. I don't want to deal with the Ni family anymore."

"If I jump out alone at this time, I'm courting death, don't you think so?"

"Ha ha."

A Ji chuckled, looked at Gandhi who was wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and tapped his fingers on the coffee table:
"I don't like talking. This is the first time I've said so much. Do you know what I mean?"

He leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and flashed a flash of sharpness:
"You have considered so much, and your analysis is very reasonable, but you haven't considered us?"

"Do I, Aji, have the strength to take your life directly?!"

"I"

The expression on Gandhi's face faltered, and the hand holding the cigar paused, trying to explain:

"The matter between you and Han Chen has nothing to do with me, and I have never meddled in your affairs. What do you want me for?!"

"Everyone is innocent and guilty!"

A Ji curled his lips, dismissively: "They are all out for business, and this matter involves you, so it has something to do with you."

"During the gambling game, I saved you because you still have value. You think I'm full and I'm fine. I followed you to Australia Island to watch you lose money?!"

"..."

Gandhi was taken aback again.

Pretend to be stupid and stunned, it seems that he can't get away with it.

"Don't try to procrastinate."

Aji had already seen Gandhi's thoughts, and pointed to the position outside the door:

"Brother Xiao Ma has already packed up the few people you brought, they can't save you."

Done.

He took out a file bag from the inner pocket of his coat and threw it on Gandhi:
"Open it and have a look, there is something you are interested in."

Gandhi looked at A Ji with flickering eyes, and then opened the file bag to browse quickly, his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Hem home shovel!"

Gandhi was furious and threw the documents on the ground. On the scattered photos, it was a beautiful picture of his wife and Guohua in bed.

"The cuckold is almost going to the sky. Everyone knows it, but you don't know it."

A Ji chuckled, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, and put them together with his hands:
"Among the four speakers, you are the most insane, and you still want to cuddle with them?"

"Guohua has already discussed with Han Chen, you idiot, why don't you help them play together?"

"Han Chen also knew about this a long time ago, but he didn't tell you for his own benefit."

"I don't believe this is true!"

Gandhi was emotional: "It can't be true!"

"You call back."

A Ji pointed to the phone on the table: "As soon as you left Hong Kong Island, your wife got into Guohua's car."

Gandhi stared at Aji coldly, then picked up the phone and called home, but no matter how he called, no one answered.

After making four consecutive phone calls, Gandhi fell silent, grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground:

"I'll fuck your mother! Guohua, how dare you fucking play with me!"

"How to decide, you can think about it yourself."

A Ji got up and stood up, striding towards the outside: "Don't worry, Wen Zheng will continue to tell the Ni family what to do, you know how to play."

"When the boss asked me to come to you, he had already laid out several moves, and you were just one of them!"

Gandhi sat on the bed, looked at A Ji who had gone far away, jumped up from the bed, pushed down the coffee table in front of him, and vented.

"Han Chen!"

"You fucking helped Guohua to play with me, then everyone should stop playing, shovel!"

(End of this chapter)