"3, I'm sure to win this card." Voice A said in an ecstatic tone.
“I’m sorry.” Voice B.
"Four 9s, bang!" said Voice C.
"QK plane."
"Four Aces, another explosion."
"Report the order." Voice C said calmly, placing a card on the table.
"Four 2s!" Voice B took the cards.
"King bomb!"
"A 3."
Voice C: "4, gone."
Voice A: “………”
He looked at the four bombs in his hands and fell into deep silence.
At this time, Voice B said, "You robbed the landlord once, got four bombs, and the spring plus the consecutive banker doubled by 6 times, which is a total of 192 times. Excluding the bicycle outside the door, you still owe us 1.9 million."
The sound woke him up. Sakaki Makoto opened his eyes and found himself lying in a dark room. A dim light bulb flickered above his head, a soft sofa lay beneath him, the walls were covered with tattered newspapers, and the room was filled with a pungent smell of cigarettes.
"Hmm...my head hurts..."
“You’re awake!”
As soon as Sakaki Makoto sat up, two big faces that looked like bad people came before him. They were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears and their voices were trembling.
"You, who are you..."
Sakaki Makoto was startled. He remembered that he was sleeping when suddenly a scream came from outside the room, and then he could not remember what happened afterwards.
Where is this?
He looked around and saw three people in the room. He was awakened by the sound of them playing cards.
The surroundings were unfamiliar and looked like a private underground gambling den.
"Hey, it's normal to feel dizzy after sleeping for so long. Come on, come on."
"Have a cigarette."
"Have a cup of coffee."
A pack of MILD SEVEN and a cup of steaming coffee were placed on the dirty table in front of him.
Opposite him, the two burly men with thick flesh on their faces, strong bodies, and devil tattoos on their arms, who were just short of having the words "I am a gangster" engraved on their bald foreheads, entertained him with great hospitality.
Seven Stars? Isn't this a Japanese cigarette?
Why are newspapers written in Japanese?
They seem to be speaking Japanese?
Wait a minute!
Is this Japan?
I just took a nap, how did I end up flying from China to Japan and even fell asleep in a casino?
This is too unscientific!
Could it be that...I have traveled through time?
Seeing that Makoto Sakaki looked confused and kept his head down, the two burly men looked at each other.
"This is because he is sleeping stupidly."
"Nonsense, why don't you try sleeping for two days and two nights?"
"Forget it, let him take it easy first."
The two sturdy men sat back at the table, and the expressions on their faces changed from joy to ferocity.
"Hey! Boy! Money! Give me the money!"
"1.9 million yen! Not a penny less!"
"I...I have no money..." The little guy across the table looked terrified.
"Huh?!" One of the sturdy men grabbed his collar and threatened, "No money? Then let your wife pay with her body!"
"We are very compassionate. 1.9 million, as long as you work hard, you can earn it quickly."
Another strong man chimed in: "Yes, yes, we need to show our true character!"
The little guy stammered, "But...but...ever since I was laid off by the company, my wife ran away with someone else..."
Two strong men: “........”
"It's not easy for you either..." A sturdy man took out a cigarette box and lit one for the short man.
“Thank you, thank you…” the little guy took it with great trepidation.
"There are many things that go wrong in life, so you must never give up."
"Pfft!" Makoto Sakaki, who was drinking coffee, laughed so hard that the coffee sprayed out when he heard the gangster comforting the little guy.
What kind of caring big sister column is this!
Since you are a violent gang, you must show the momentum of the gang!
Shouldn't you pull out a knife and threaten the other person at this time, saying something like I'll cut off your fingers if you don't pay back the money?
Life?
When will gangsters talk about life?
Isn't this the realm of philosophy?
But he didn't expect that after he laughed, the little guy looked at him with eyes full of pity.
Sakaki Makoto saw a hint of emotion, a sigh, and a hint of gloating in his eyes.
gloat?
By the way, why was I lying in a gambling house?
Something is wrong...
Especially when combined with the look in the little guy's eyes, Sakaki Makoto seemed to understand something.
Sure enough, the two strong men came forward with a smile and asked cautiously, "Are you awake?"
"Oh, it was really not easy. We thought you were dead and were so worried!"
"That is to say, if you die, we will have to go to the trouble of disposing of your body at sea, and no one will repay the debt you leave behind!"
"Wait a minute!" Sakaki Makoto keenly sensed the element, looked at the two of them warily, and asked, "What debt?"
"Of course it's the money you lost here!"
A piece of paper was handed to him, with Japanese written in black and white on it, but Makoto Sakaki could understand it.
The debt is 50 million.
Looking at the words and the red fingerprints on the paper, Sakaki Makoto fell silent. He picked up a Seven-Star cigarette on the table and lit one. Amid the smoke, his face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.
Is there anything worse than waking up and finding yourself time-traveling?
No cheat code?
No, of course it’s the IOU in front of you.
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