"What? Sold out?"
"I just arrived."
"No!"
A customer had just arrived and saw the empty stall. He cried so hard that he was practically begging for mercy. He kept wiping away his tears while stealing glances at Lu Wu, trying to win her over.
No matter how upset the diners were, they couldn't call back the heartless Boss Lu.
She saw the other person secretly using onions to stimulate their tear ducts and fake cry.
The acting was terrible, so I'm giving it a low score and bad reviews.
Lu Wu quickly left.
With Lu Wu gone, the other diners gradually left, and soon Zizai Street returned to its usual quiet.
Only the red lanterns hanging high outside the casino swayed in the cold wind.
Inside the casino, Tian Shouyi found that there were far fewer gamblers, and he couldn't contact several of the little cuties.
Could something have happened again?
Seeing that Steward Zhu remained as calm as ever, Tian Shou put his worries to rest.
Steward Zhu hasn't said anything yet, so everything must be fine.
"Brother Tian, we've finally found you."
Someone patted his shoulder; it was Yang Jiang.
Yang Jiang's eyes were bloodshot and wide open, and she was overjoyed to see Tian Shou.
"It's you, brother. What's up?"
Tian Shou was quite patient with the ginger that Yang Jiang fed him.
He could tell at a glance that the other party's condition was affected by the insect descent.
"That's right, after we broke up, I gambled a few times and won quite a bit."
"I wanted to play a few more big rounds, but I didn't expect my luck to be so bad. I almost lost all the spirit stones I brought."
"I was thinking, could you lend me some, brother?"
Yang Jiang rubbed her hands nervously.
His eyes darted around, and he seemed somewhat agitated.
Upon seeing this, Tian Shou narrowed his eyes.
The last vestiges of rationality on the other side were crumbling.
With just a slight push, the other party would become the best nourishment for their casino.
"We're all brothers, no need to stand on ceremony, of course you can."
"How much do you want?"
The curve of Tian Shou's lips widened.
Ah, I knew it.
Watching these people unknowingly step into the trap, be played, and ultimately be utterly destroyed is truly... wonderful.
He licked his lips, and after Yang Jiang held up five fingers, he generously took out five thousand spirit stones and handed them to her.
"Five hundred, I only want five hundred."
Yang Jiang verbally refused, but her eyes remained fixed on the spirit stone.
"This is enough for me to play a little longer. Just a few more rounds, then I'll head back."
With a murmur that sounded almost like a delirium, Tian Shou waved his hand generously.
"We're family, so let's not stand on ceremony. Here, take these spirit stones and play with them as you please. If you need more, I have more."
"Okay, thank you, brother. Don't worry, once I win, I'll definitely pay you back with interest!"
Yang Jiang grabbed the spirit stones, smiled at Tian Shou, pushed through the crowd, sat down at the gambling table, and began a new round of battle.
"Oh!"
Tian Shou curled his lips indifferently, his expression playful.
He wondered if, for the sake of those skewers, he should let the other person die conscious in the end.
Okay! It's decided then.
He really is a great person.
Tian Shou withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on the dead, and left after making sure the other gamblers were free of insects.
Beside the gambling table, Yang Jiang, who appeared frenzied, had a clear mind in her eyes.
The sixth secret to infiltration: Learn to actively drive the plot forward, and when necessary, use yourself as bait.
He had long suspected something was wrong with the casino.
Those people were mentally affected by something, but he had no such concerns.
The reason lies in Boss Lu's skewers.
He raised his sleeve and casually fanned himself in front of it.
He used magic to seal a skewer in his sleeve, and every now and then he would smell the aroma of the skewer to refresh himself.
I must say, it works pretty well.
In order to gain Tian Shou's trust, he deliberately acted as if he was addicted.
"Hey bro, what are you smelling? Can I have some too?"
Someone nearby leaned over, their voice hollow.
The dark circles under his eyes indicated that he had been involved in gambling for a long time; his face was pale and his eyes were lifeless.
Only when his gaze fell on Yang Jiang did he focus slightly.
Starting half an hour ago, he felt a faint fragrance around him.
The fragrance seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him, hiding it so well.
The hook that had been thrown out caught his heart, drawing his attention away from the gambling table.
He eventually determined that the fragrance was coming from Yang Jiang.
A strong voice inside him was telling him that he must find the source of the fragrance.
That intuition saved him many times.
A man who has lost his mind acts solely on his survival instincts.
The other party's unusual behavior was too obvious.
Yang Jiang tugged at her sleeves, looked around, and nodded when she found no one was paying attention to her.
"OK."
He flicked his sleeve in front of the other person.
He broke the spell that sealed the scent, and a rich, mellow, slightly spicy and stimulating aroma burst forth.
He doesn't like spicy food.
But now, all he wanted to do was grab the other person's sleeve and take a big bite.
That's what I thought, and that's what I did.
Fortunately, Yang Jiang dodged in time and avoided being bitten.
Once the other party started to regain their senses, Yang Jiang then concealed her scent.
The seventh rule of undercover work: Help those who are unfortunate you encounter during your undercover work if you can, but always prioritize your own safety and never be a saint.
The man, being supported by Yang Jiang, was not conspicuous in the bustling crowd at the casino.
It took the man a while to regain his balance.
Thank you.
His hoarse voice carried a hint of lingering fear.
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