C47

Cardinal won the wager and gained the joy of victory. There was the pleasure of winning certain bets.

Returning with a great harvest, he felt that his gambling luck wasn't too bad.

Just as he was about to leave, he thought about it again. He had used kung fu to listen to the sound dice, which was really against the logic. He then thought about it again, since it was already like this, he didn't need to say anything more.

Everyone would come up with an excuse for their mistakes, and it would make the excuse sound reasonable. It would make people feel like it was invulnerable, and could even fool them.

Just as Cardinal was about to change his chip and leave, the group of bodyguards from the casino walked over.

"Dude, enough?" A man with a fierce-looking face and a tiger tattooed on his body.

Cardinal laughed, "Not bad. The gambling luck is not bad, and the feeling of gambling occasionally is really not bad. "

"What? You won quite a few?" The man asked in a strange voice as the flesh on his face shook.

Cardinal Cheng looked playful as he weighed it in his hand. "What, you don't want to win in your casino?"

Just now, the several people wearing bamboo hats surrounded the Cardinal and interrogated him, "Just now using martial arts to listen to the dice, this must have been a violation of the rules."

Cardinal had never thought that these people would be able to tell that he had used his martial arts to listen to the dice and speculate about the number of points he had.

Generally, there were two kinds of bodyguards in a casino. One was a martial artist with extremely high wages, and the other was a thug trained by the casino who served as an example.

After staying in the casino for a long time, one could deduce that person's behavior by looking at the details of their gambling and the expressions on their faces. To prevent thousands of people, but also to prevent people from the martial arts world.

"I'm sorry, I just arrived. I don't understand the rules. These are the chips I won from listening to the dice." As he said this, he pushed out a few chips.

"Hur hur, are you trying to send the beggar away?" Everyone had unfriendly expressions. They were like jackals surrounding a lamb, ready to attack at any moment.

Cardinal laughed, "What, are you two really going to lose and not win? Do you want me to give you all the wins? " Cardinal did not want to injure him, and since he was at the wrong, it was only right for him to use some of his chips.

The tattooed man said, "We are sure to win, how can we not win. We all welcome people who specialize in rules and regulations. For people like you, I'm sorry! "We don't welcome you." As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, eager to give it a try.

Cardinal glanced at this person. 'Can it be that you can tell that I'm listening to the dice and yet you're here to provoke me, intentionally seeking death?'

At this moment, the person wearing a bamboo hat slammed the table. "What is the meaning of surrounding you here!?"

The gambling den wasn't big, so everyone looked in that direction.

The bodyguards also looked towards the source of the sound.

A long blade wrapped in white cloth and wearing a conical bamboo hat. It was very gambling, and its actions were very free and unrestrained.

The man with the fierce face and the tiger tattooed on his back was also a martial artist before he came here to be a casino hooligan. He thought for a while. Could this person be, could it be, Du Mao?

The Tattooed Tiger fellow scanned the area, waiting until he could clearly see the longsword, until he could clearly see that person's face.

He had already made up his mind.

That's right, it was him. Lone Ranger, Unsheathed Blade, Lone Ranger. Jianghu called him, Dutchman.

Du was his surname, why did she call him a cat? He really didn't know that.

"Sir, please do not worry about this matter. We will speak of this matter on our own. Please be magnanimous." The tattooed man respectfully said.

"You say I don't care, so I don't care?" He straightened his bamboo hat and moved his shoulders.

"I just had a bet with this brother. I think he's not bad. I hope you all feel that it's not bad and can give me some face. "

"What's wrong, what's not bad, he doesn't care about the rules of the casino!" Another person standing beside the fierce-looking man said.

Just as that person finished speaking, he was slapped in the back by the fierce-looking man. Bang! With a loud sound, his body was imbedded into the ground.

"Since you say so, then I will give you face! "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, he led the crowd and left. He pulled out the person on the floor and dragged him to the backyard.

Although he did not need Zhexiu's help, he was still grateful to Zhexiu for helping him out.

He said, "These people know you? "Seems like I'm quite afraid of you."

That person laughed and said, "They should be considered acquaintances. I don't know if they know each other or not. But they should know my knife. "

"What kind of blade?"

The man tapped his knife and said, It's called Gu Ao.

Cardinal Cheng laughed, "Gu Ao, that's fine. Good name, that's also a good blade."

After he finished speaking, he did not say anything else.

That person opened his mouth, "What, I saved you once, but I didn't even thank you?"

Cardinal Cheng smiled and said, "Just now when you took my chips, there was another 'thank you'?"

The person wearing the bamboo hat spat out a mouthful of saliva and coldly said, "Tsk, petty."

Then Cardinal traded his chips for silver, then turned and walked out of the casino.

That person looked at his clothes and walked out of the casino.

When Cardinal returned to the small shop he stayed in, he recalled that this person was indeed a strange person. However, he seemed to be a good person.

After Du Mao left the casino, he silently walked out of Wang Family Town. He came here this time to fulfill his promise.

After the two of them left, in the backyard of the casino.

The man with tattoos on his body cursed at his men!

"How many times have I told you? You have to learn to look out for the limelight. Why did you say that bullshit just now?" Can't tell who he is? "

"I can't tell." The person who had been slammed into the ground said in an aggrieved manner.

"Do you know about cats?"

"I don't know."

When the tiger-tattooed man heard this reply, he became even angrier. "Damn you, it's true." He extended his hand in an attempt to hit him, but that person hastily dodged it.

Sighing, he let go of his hands and said, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't know it, but he has only gotten a bit of a reputation in the past few years."

When he was in the martial arts world, he was known as Tiger of the Mountains and Seas.

When he felt that his sword art was about to become invincible, he had seen the blade wrapped in a white cloth outside the entrance of the city.

The white strip of cloth was removed bit by bit, and the long saber was dragged diagonally to the ground.

"Are you really not willing to let me go?"

After asking, no one replied.

He only heard the words, "Du Mao, you unfaithful and unrighteous person, your sect's reputation is all over the place, you train in the ways of the evil, betray the sect, and you are the elder that asked us to kill you, and you still ask such questions?"

The long blade drew a mark on the ground. It was the Tyrant Blade! Divine Dream!

With a slash of the saber, a crack appeared on the surface of the ground on the saber's edge. The opponent was cut into two halves by the saber.

He dashed into the crowd like a man harvesting rice, his hand raised up and his blade fell. A corpse, another blade, another corpse …

Tiger hid in the corner of the wall, his scalp tingling as he lowered his head to look at his sword.

Tiger of the Mountains? A cat?

After that, he no longer needed to use his blade.

Because he felt that he was ashamed of his blade.