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Chapter 37: Joining the Red Tiger Gang, Ansheng Casino
Qin Jiang's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and an inexplicable feeling of sadness surged in his heart.

But in fact, he was very calm at this moment.

He knew that this sadness did not come from him, but was the instinctive reaction of this body.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Wang Minglang raised his head and looked at Qin Jiang. His tears were clearly flowing uncontrollably, but he still managed to remain calm.

Better than this old man.

He sighed, "I encountered something strange when I was on a mission. I didn't come back and I disappeared."

Qin Jiang nodded when he heard this, "It's good that he didn't come back. Missing doesn't mean dead."

Wang Minglang also nodded subconsciously, yes, no news is good news.

However, for those who disappeared after encountering something strange, the chance of coming back is not zero but very slim, which is basically a death sentence.

He never thought that one day he would die before his lover. He had high hopes for Qin Hong, and she should have gone further.

When he thought of this, he lowered his eyes slightly, his hair seemed to have become a little grayer, and the old age on his body seemed to have become substantial.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Qin Jiang, "Do you want to join the Red Tiger Gang?"

Qin Jiang nodded, "Yes, I don't want to wait any longer. The city is getting more and more dangerous, I want to get the Red Tiger Fist Manual as soon as possible."

Wang Minglang looked at him with complicated eyes, smoking his pipe non-stop.

It wasn't until a thin layer of smoke filled the room that he slowly spoke, "If you join the Red Tiger Gang, you might die."

Qin Jiang sat down on the chair, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

Wang Minglang raised his hand slightly, a little surprised, "Hey, that's what I gave to your sister. Forget it, you drink it."

Qin Jiang was stunned, then drank the wine in one gulp. Suddenly, a burning sensation flowed down his throat into his stomach.

"Uncle Wang, I know I might die, but if I don't join the Red Tiger Gang, will I not die?"

He looked at Wang Minglang sincerely, "Uncle Wang, in this chaotic world, only by holding power can you survive!

Simply running away is nothing but a cowardly act, like drinking poison to quench thirst! It will only lead to your own destruction!"

Wang Minglang's body shook, and he looked at Qin Jiang with trembling eyes, and after the surprise, he felt joy.

He laughed loudly, tears flashing in his eyes, "Hahahaha! Yes! You're right! I didn't expect that the old man has become confused after living for almost a hundred years!"

He grabbed Qin Jiang's wrist and said, "Let's go! Jiang'er, go to the Red Tiger Gang!"

After leaving the yard, the two men headed straight for the north gate of the inner city. When passing through the gate, Wang Minglang showed a red token, and the county soldiers on guard let them pass without even asking any questions.

Qin Jiang took the opportunity to observe that on one side of the scarlet token was an embossed word "king", and on the other side was an embossed image of a tiger descending a mountain.

Entering the inner city, the city has not yet closed and there are still many people wandering around.

There is no curfew in the inner city anymore, and even the county magistrate himself is encouraging night markets.

Instead of going in, the two of them walked around the North City and headed towards Chongrenfang, one of the Sixteen Fangs.

Soon, after crossing two small bridges and several streets, we stopped in front of a gambling house.

Qin Jiang looked over and saw that there were many doors leading in and out of the gambling house. Each door was blocked by two pieces of gray cloth, with "An" written on the left and "Sheng" written on the right.

Together, they form the name of this gambling house - Ansheng Gambling House, which is also the largest gambling house in Heishan City.

Outside the dozen or so doors of the gambling house, there are two gang disciples guarding each door to prevent those who break the rules from escaping.

"Look, this is us. This is one of the properties of the Red Tiger Gang. The words Ansheng are taken from the names of the county magistrate Song Xiaoan and the county lieutenant Long Yuesheng. Anyone with eyes will not dare to cause trouble here." Wang Minglang said.

The two of them opened the door curtain and walked in, and the smell of cigarettes and a sweet odor of alcohol hit them in the face.

Although there were oil lamps on the pillars everywhere, the gambling house still looked a little dim and chaotic. All kinds of people were walking back and forth, some were wearing ragged linen clothes and looked no better than beggars, and some were young men in fancy clothes hugging girls and placing bets with silver coins in their hands.

From time to time, there were bursts of screams, some excited and some annoyed.

Qin Jiang looked at one of the gambling tables with a large number of people. The gamblers had red eyes, ferocious faces, and were shouting loudly, looking like crazy.

There were many people lying, sitting, or even squatting on the seats in the corner for rest, but almost every one of them looked deathly pale, in stark contrast to the crazy gamblers at the gambling table.

After a quick glance, he stopped watching; he had no interest in gambling.

Wang Minglang shook his head. He had seen too many people addicted to gambling, and many of them had lost their lives or even their families because of it.

Or it can be said that as long as you keep gambling, you will lose all your wealth sooner or later.

"Come on, let's go inside," he said.

The two men walked through the gambling table area and came to a slightly larger open area behind the casino.

There was a huge cabinet filled with wine and drinks, and outside the edge of the cabinet there was a curtain embroidered with a red tiger descending the mountain.

More than twenty gang members dressed in black cloth gathered in front of the cabinet.

Some were drinking, some were smoking opium, and a few were gathered around a table playing Pai Gow.

One of them was lying on a recliner, and he looked like the leader of the gang.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

At the Pai Gow table, a gang disciple came over with a ferocious look on his face, his head slightly raised, with a condescending arrogance.

Looking at the two people opposite him, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Ansheng Casino is not a good place. What is an old man who is about to die doing here with a girl who is obviously a virgin?
Although this young man looked tall and a martial artist, he could tell by his temperament at a glance.

His voice was not small and immediately attracted the attention of the gang members behind him.

"Old Sun, stop talking nonsense and finish quickly and come back to play cards!", someone at the Pai Gow table shouted over here.

The little leader who was originally lying on the recliner was also awakened. He raised his head, frowned, looked at Qin Jiang and the others, and then his eyes widened.

Old Sun waved his hand without even turning his head, and looked at Wang Minglang, "Did you hear that? Is there something wrong? If not, get out of here! Don't get in the way here!"

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head from behind, and fell flat on his face.

"Go away! You don't even recognize the Fourth Master?!"

After saying that, the little leader smiled apologetically, appearing a little cautious, "Fourth Master, why are you here? Who is this young man?"

He looked at Qin Jiang who was standing beside him.

"No need to call me Fourth Master. I am no longer one. Who is in charge of the gambling house now?" Wang Minglang asked.

The little leader nodded slightly, "Hey, Fourth Master, it's Elder Nie. Our Fourth Hall Master position is vacant, and Elder Nie will take over."

Speaking of this, his face looked a little ugly. This old guy Nie Dongsheng was too demanding in asking for money.

In the past, the hall master took 30%, but old fellow Nie Dongsheng wanted 50% right after he came, and he even wanted to increase it to 60% these days! He is simply insatiable!

Wang Minglang frowned slightly when he heard this. Why is it this guy?

After thinking for a while, he pulled Qin Jiang up and was about to leave, "This is a bad idea, let's go somewhere else."

As a result, before he took two steps, the curtain outside the edge of the cabinet behind him was suddenly lifted.

"Old Wang! Are you in such a hurry to leave? You don't want to accompany me for a drink? Aren't you being too disrespectful to me, Old Nie?!"

(End of this chapter)