1853 One life for another.
"Now, try to get this matter settled today." Yang Ming didn't want to stay here forever. There are still things to deal with at home.
"Okay..." Wang Mei nodded and dialed the number that the person at the casino left for her.
Soon, someone answered the call, and Wang Mei asked carefully in English: "Hello, I am Zhang Jiefang's family, and our people have prepared the money. What should we do now?" said the other person on the phone. After a few words, Wang Mei nodded in agreement. After a while, Wang Mei hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming: "Brother Yang. They give you access to south-city casinos now. After you go there, go find Manager Smith of the Communist Party Protection Department.
"Okay, I understand. Wait for me here." Yang Ming wrote it down. Just ready to go.
"Ah? I'm not going?" Wang Mei originally thought that Yang Ming would take her with him.
"It will be dangerous if you go. I still have to take care of you, and you just wait here for news." Yang Ming couldn't figure out what the south-city casino was planning. I just want money.
then what.
After listening to Yang Ming's words, Wang Mei knew that what Yang Ming said was true. Going by yourself would be a burden. Yang Ming also needs to consider her safety.
Out of the hotel. Yang Ming got into a taxi waiting for customers in front of the hotel and told the driver the name of the south-city casino. Although Yang Ming also saw the address of south-city casino in the information, he was not familiar with the city of Las Vegas. Even if Yang Ming is told the name of the street, Yang Ming cannot find it.
"Are you going to have fun, sir?" The taxi driver smiled after hearing the address reported by Yang Ming. South-city casino has an unspoken rule. For every customer the taxi delivers, he will receive a reward of ten dollars, so the taxi driver was very happy and started talking to Yang Ming.
In fact, many entertainment industries or hotels have similar rules, and taxis bring guests. You will receive a bonus.
"Yeah." Yang Ming didn't want to say anything more to the taxi driver. He just responded lightly.
"Keep your temper, don't play too much, and stop playing in moderation." The taxi driver also saw that Yang Ming didn't want to talk more, so he just reminded him. He didn't think much about anything else, he just thought Yang Ming was a foreigner. I don’t have long English conversations, so I talk less.
"Thank you." Yang Ming thought to himself that the taxi driver was a pretty good character. but. He reminded me. For those serious gamblers, the usefulness is minimal.
The south-city casino is very large. Even surpassing the Douglas Hotel, Yang Ming paid the fare and got out of the car, looking at this magnificent building coldly.
Look at the big characters south-city shining with neon blood.
south-city, south city casino? Yang Ming frowned. This name seems familiar. Where have you heard it
Entered the casino. The waiter Yang Ming greeted Yang Ming enthusiastically: "Sir, do you need to exchange chips?" Yang Ming was relatively unfamiliar. Most of the waiters and VIP members in the casino know each other. Yang Ming looked like a temporary tourist, so I asked him directly if he wanted to exchange chips.
"Mr. Smith?" The waiter was stunned, and then thought that Mr. Smith, the manager of the security department, had already explained this to all the receptionists at the front desk. If anyone comes looking for him, take him directly to the security manager's office. So the waiter smiled and said: "He is here. Please follow me."
Yang Ming didn't say anything, just nodded and followed the waiter into the casino. After passing through a long employee passage, I came to an office door. The waiter knocked on the door, and a rich male voice came from inside: "Who?"
"Mr. Smith, there is a customer looking for you." The waiter said, "Okay, bring him in." Smith said.
The waiter opened the door and took Yang Ming into the office. Yang Ming saw a middle-aged black man with a somewhat ferocious appearance sitting on an office chair. In the next cubicle, there were also several big men with big shoulders and round waists sitting there. All skin colors are available. It looks like this is one of Smith's men.
"Okay." The waiter nodded and turned around to leave, not forgetting to close the door to the room.
"Smith?" Yang Ming glanced at the black man and asked, "Where is my friend?"
Yang Ming took the opportunity to sit on the sofa in front of Smith's desk.
but. Smith didn't speak. The big men in the cubicle stood up. They gathered in front of the sofa where Yang Ming was sitting.
Yang Ming turned a blind eye to these people and still looked at Smith coldly.
"Your friend is very good." Smith did not expect that this invisible pressure would be of no use to Yang Ming. I don’t know if this guy is pretending or if he is real.
"How much. Make a price." Yang Ming naturally knew that if Smith and the others had a plan, they would not harm Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang.
"A price?" Smith shook his head: "I don't care about this. I'd better ask Mr. Klass to tell you. Your friend made a bet with him."
Not long after Smith finished speaking, the door to the security manager's room was pushed open again and an Asian man walked in. Behind him were four black men trying to keep their body fat.
After the Asian man came in, Smith stood up respectfully: "Mr. Klass. You'd better talk to him."
Said. Smith gave up his position to the Asian man Klass. And Klaas was not polite at all. He sat down directly in Smith's seat.
Yang Ming had been paying attention to Smith's demeanor. Judging from his respect for Klass, Yang Ming knew that Klass's identity was not simple. Either he is from the casino, or he is a person with a very noble status that the casino dares not offend, so Smith respects him so much.
Yang Ming's original guess was that the casino and a certain gambler teamed up to cheat. Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang were tricked, and then the gamblers came forward to ask for money from Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang's families.
This is the only case. Only casinos will risk being investigated by regulatory authorities to help gamblers stay here.
But now it seems that the security manager's attitude towards Klass. It was a bit too respectful. Could it be that my guess was wrong? It was really because Klas's status was very noble. Is the casino helping him out
"Are you a friend of Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang?" Yang Ming was surprised. Klas actually spoke fluent Chinese and did not use English in front of Yang Ming.
"Yes." Since he spoke in Chinese, Yang Ming naturally also spoke in Chinese: "How is my friend? What do you want?"
"Your friends are very good. But are you sure. Do you want to find out this matter for them?" Klas's tone was very calm.
"How much does it cost? Just tell me." Yang Ming frowned.
"Money?" Klaas seemed to have heard something funny: "What do I need money for? Ask Smith, am I short of money?"
Klas's strange attitude made Yang Ming more and more confused. There is no shortage of money, what does that mean
"Then what are you going to do?" Yang Ming did not get angry, but waited for Klass to continue, "What I am most indispensable for is money." Klass shook his head as if talking to himself: "Money For me, it is just a number without any pleasure or excitement. I like excitement and adventure. I pursue the feeling of happiness in that moment. So. I like to gamble my life with others,"
If this matter hadn't revealed something fishy from beginning to end, Yang Ming would have been wary.
Yang Ming would definitely think that Klaas was a lunatic, but Yang Ming didn't feel that way now.
Because Yang Ming felt that Klass was not crazy, but Klass's words made Yang Ming confused.
"If you want to take over this matter, then you have to bet with me!" Klaas pointed at Yang Ming with the thick cigar in his hand and said.
"Bet with you?" Yang Ming asked back.
"That's right, bet your life with me. One life saves another!" Claes laughed: "You win." I'll give you my life back. You win again. I'll give you another life. Klass said this. Yang Ming finally understood what Claes meant. This guy means it. If he beats him once, he will return the life of one of Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang to him.
"Then what if I lose?" Yang Ming asked.
"If you lose, your life will naturally be mine." Klass shrugged: "Fun, son?"
1854, suspicion arose.
"Fun?" Yang Ming raised his eyelids lightly: "You think this is fun?"
"Yeah, I said it all. I want to pursue excitement. Ordinary games can no longer bring me any feelings. Only controlling other people's life and death will excite me!" Claes said seriously: "Of course. You can choose not to gamble. I won't force others to do anything. You can leave now."
"I left. Where are my friends?" Yang Ming curled his lips. What Klas said was simply nonsense. Knowing that he is here. It's impossible to leave alone.
"They. I'm sorry. They lost their lives, and I will be responsible for the harvest." Krass said as if it was a common thing: "Unless someone bets their lives with me for them."
When Yang Ming said he was going to survive, he began to think about countermeasures in his heart. certainly. Yang Ming is confident that he can kill everyone in the room directly, and he can also kill these people while leaving Klass alive. Then find Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang through him.
Since Klaas can talk to himself here confidently. Yang Ming also believed that he was not a fool. Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang have probably been moved to other places and are no longer in the casino.
Of course, Yang Ming was sure to subdue Klaas and make him tell the truth. But what Yang Ming is afraid of is that this Klas is also a pawn who will be pushed to the front. If you control him, if he doesn't know anything, or if the person behind him doesn't care about him at all, it will be self-defeating.
The reason why Yang Ming was so cautious was because he thought this matter was weird from the beginning. And it's not just weird. Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang came to the casino to play. Can you meet a life-betting lunatic
If he is as rich as Klaas said. And Smith respected him so much. He must be a VIP person in this casino. How could he interact with such big gamblers as Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang? They all gamble in the VIP room upstairs. Tourists like Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang can only play in the lobby on the first floor. I can't play with Claes either. So clearly something is wrong.
After figuring out the key points of the matter and the pros and cons, Yang Ming was not ready to attack directly, but was prepared to make decisions based on the situation. Let’s see what other tricks Klaas can come up with later.
"Oh, gambling on life, that's easy to say. What I'm best at is gambling on life." Yang Ming said in surprise. Klaas was shocked.
He originally thought Yang Ming would back down. Even if he agreed, he did so reluctantly and out of fear. But I didn’t expect that Yang Ming said that gambling on life is good, and what he is best at is gambling on life...
Could it be. Is this guy also a lunatic? Claes hesitated for a moment. But I thought.
This kid is not pretending to be Huai'er. What are you afraid of him for? So he said: "That's good. If that's the case, you have no objection. Let's meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. We won't wait until later. Of course. You don't have to come."
"When is nine o'clock tomorrow? Okay." Yang Ming responded directly.
Play gambling? Yang Ming has never been afraid of anyone...if he was playing something else. Yang Ming is not afraid anymore.
After Yang Ming finished speaking, he ignored Klas. Klass stood up directly and prepared to go out, but Claes didn't say anything. It's just that Smith's face was a little ugly. He called his men over before. He gathered around Yang Ming just to give him a blow. He was very unhappy with Yang Ming's calm expression. When it came to him, who wouldn't be cautious
"Ahem!" Smith coughed twice, hinting to his men to show Yang Ming's color.
"Boy, are you just leaving like that?" A big black man blocked in front of Yang Ming.
"Is there anything else?" Yang Ming asked calmly. Of course he heard Smith cough. I also knew this was Smith's hint.
"The matter between you and Mr. Klass has been settled. But the commission your friend owes the casino has not yet been settled!" Smith said very unhappily. He felt very humiliated by Yang Ming's attitude.
"Rake?" Yang Ming turned around and looked at Smith coldly: "Isn't the casino's rake taken from the winner? You don't care what Klaas wants."
Finished. Yang Ming walked forward. The big black man didn't get Smith's instructions. Naturally, they couldn't let Yang Ming leave, and blocked Yang Ming like an iron barricade.
"Get out." Yang Ming frowned and grabbed the black man's collar. Toss it slightly to the side. The body of the black man Gu Da was thrown out like a ground bomb and landed directly on the wall three meters away. With a loud noise, the black man immediately collapsed to the ground. Because the head shell hits the wall. He fainted directly.
After doing this, Yang Ming opened the door and went out without looking at Smith's reaction.
Smith's eyes widened, he didn't expect Yang Ming to be so awesome. A seemingly casual push. If you can throw a big man weighing 200 kilograms out, is he still a human being
You know, black people are naturally big and strong, and Yang looks a lot smaller than him. result. Yang Ming lifted the person up with one hand. What a power this is!
"Damn it!" Smith wanted to give Yang Ming a slap in the face. But he didn't expect to be threatened by Yang Ming. Made a big fool of himself. Smith was a little unwilling: "I have to find someone to deal with this kid!"
Said. Smith wanted to give instructions to his men, but was interrupted by Klass on the side: "Smith, don't mess around. If you miss our major event, let alone you, even your casino owner can't afford it! "
"Yes... yes... Mr. Klass. I just said it casually. Don't be angry..." Smith was startled and suddenly woke up. I am cooperating with Mr. Klass, but I can't act on impulse. If something goes wrong, I will be doomed!
Smith also vaguely knew that Klass's background was not simple, and even the big boss of his own casino was afraid of three points. Otherwise, you can't risk being investigated by the management department by helping Claes detain people.
Although the hostages have been moved to other places. But after all, casinos still have unshirkable responsibilities. But the boss actually took the risk of damaging the reputation of the casino and helped the people behind Claes. This explains the problem.
"Don't worry. I won't let him leave here alive tomorrow." Klass said with a sneer.
"That's right. Mr. Klass's gambling skills are unmatched in the world. Even our casino consultant is no match!" Smith said flatteringly.
After Yang Ming left the room. Although he kept walking towards the entrance of the casino. But he himself was not idle either. Now that I have noticed something is wrong with this matter. Yang Ming directly used his superpower to focus on the situation in the security manager's room.
I saw the conversation between Smith and Klass afterwards. Yang Ming felt a shiver in his heart. He secretly thought that it was a fluke that he didn't act rashly due to the close analysis he had just done. As expected, there was someone behind Klas. If he had taken him down today, he might not be able to find out anything. Instead, it harmed Zhang Bin.
But, what is the purpose of these people doing this? Is it just for excitement? Yang Ming didn't believe his words at all. Although on the surface, this matter was caused by Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang. These figures seemed to be targeting the two of them.
but. Yang Ming always felt that this matter was not that simple. If your intuition is correct. This Klas seems to be targeting himself more. Especially his last words - "Don't worry. I won't let him leave here alive tomorrow."