Chapter 33 Lawless Land 9
"Haha! Stop it."
Si Li picked up the water cup and poured it into his mouth.
One action of pouring - the tension is maximized.
Yu Jinnian smiled, his smile still full of meaning: "Do you want me to show it to you?"
"What are you looking at?"
"There are still her scratches on my butt." He said it without any hesitation.
"It even scratched my..." His eyes moved downward, expressing his feelings implicitly and stopping at the point.
"That's impossible."
Yu Jinnian's words were close to slander, and to put it more bluntly, it was a destruction of reputation.
Si Li's face immediately fell, and there was no room for schoolmate friendship in the anger in his eyes.
Not at all.
Yu Jinnian chuckled: "Are you out of money on your phone?"
His face was as cold as frost. Si Li asked: "What do you mean?"
Emotionally stable, Yu Jinnian said, "I don't believe it. Why don't you call and ask?"
[The number you dialed is turned off...]
Si Li called, and it was great to have the phone turned off.
Even Sili couldn't get through, it seemed the phone was really turned off. This was what Yu Jinnian was thinking.
Si Li grabbed the car keys and stood up, pulling the chair with a creaking sound. "You're going too far, Yu Jinnian."
He picked up the car keys and walked out the door.
The waiter's gossiping voice came clearly into my ears through the crack in the door.
"The old man is really generous today, giving everyone a 1,000 yuan red envelope."
"How can I not be happy? The Third Master has gone to Hong Kong with that girl who writes beautifully. It looks like good things are coming."
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The veins on the wrist bones were twisted, and the finger bones gradually turned white.
"Bang." The water cup broke and fell all over the body.
The warm water prepared for the clerk of ceremonies swirled around and finally settled on Yu Jinnian.
There was a coldness in his eyes, and he didn't care even if the glass pierced his palm.
The white pants were stained red, darker than the one on the bed sheets that day.
After cleaning, take off the jade ring and put it on your thumb, pushing it to the base of the finger.
"What a Si Wan." The voice was as slow as hell and unknown.
Si Wan left the airport in three Bentleys.
The door of the middle car was opened, and Si Wan lowered her head and got in.
The phone has gone through the boot process, and the missed calls and unread text messages combined are in a red temperature state.
"Are you crazy looking for me?" The man next to him wore cologne today, and the smell was as bold and powerful as he was.
Si Wan put away her phone and decided to talk about it after arriving at the hotel.
Looking at Jiang Hansheng, his eyes were filled with a hint of disgust: "The cologne smells good, don't spray it next time."
The man teased, laughing at Si Wan for being ungrateful: "It's all to please you."
Due to the low concentration of fragrance, the scent of cologne usually only lasts for 1-2 hours, making it suitable for occasions where a short-term fragrance is required.
Si Wan's brows turned cold and she sneered, "That's a lie."
Looking out the window, the port city is still so beautiful.
When she arrived at the hotel, Si Wan changed into a cool outfit, a floral halter top.
The thin sand barely covers the belly button.
The lower body is matched with tight jeans and over-the-knee boots.
The meal was eaten in the hotel restaurant, and then the two appeared in the casino.
"Beauty, play as you please today. If you lose, it's my fault."
Jiang Hansheng holds a cigar in his hand and says "If you lose, it's my fault". How can he not say that he is heroic?
According to Si Wan's understanding, that would be called a great sense of righteousness.
The moment the revolving door opened, the light from the crystal chandelier suddenly solidified into a welcoming guard of honor.
Jiang Hansheng's crocodile leather shoes rolled over the casino's gold velvet carpet. Bodyguards stood on both sides like moving bronze statues, and the patterned badges glowed coldly under the light.
The smoke from his Cuban cigar between his fingers drew the shape of a black tulip in the air.
Si Wan followed behind her, her floral halter dress revealing a hint of her slim waist as she moved. Her abs were clearly visible.
It’s just - very exciting.
The breathing of all the gamblers in the casino suddenly became cautious, and the sound of dice falling and roulette wheels turning intertwined into flattering background music.
The manager in a tuxedo trotted forward, and when he bowed, the bow tie on the back of his neck almost touched the upper of Jiang Hansheng's shoes.
"Third Master, your private gambling table has been resurfaced with Burmese jade." The manager handed over a pure gold chip box with the Jiang family emblem embossed on the lid - a black panther holding a dice.
The dealers collectively turned around and bowed 90 degrees. The playing cards in their hands automatically unfolded into welcome signs as they turned around. The portrait of the King of Hearts had been replaced with a side silhouette of Jiang Hansheng.
The slot machine area suddenly fell into darkness, and all the screens lit up with Jiang Hansheng's moving image at the same time.
The scene of him single-handedly wiping out his enemies in the Golden Triangle when he was young flashes alternately with his current image of him holding a cigar, and an electronic buzzer imitates the sound of a bullet being loaded.
Female gamblers in backless dresses hurriedly adjusted their skirts, fearing that their exposed skin would taint the sight of the underworld emperor.
The crystal chandelier in the private room was replaced with a pure black diamond-cut surface. When Jiang Hansheng sat down, the chair automatically raised armrests in the shape of a black panther's head.
Si Wan's champagne glass was carved from thousand-year-old blood amber, and an unpolished sapphire lay at the bottom of the glass.
When the dealer shuffled the cards, Jiang Hansheng's fingerprints appeared on the back of each card. When the J of Clubs was turned over, the knight's face in the painting turned into the casino manager's flattering smile.
"Wow—such a grand ceremony?" Si Wan was a little surprised.
A little surprised... and a little envious.
If I say it's shocking, it's far from it.
After all, no one can compare to the grand ceremony of tens of thousands of people making a pilgrimage and bowing three times and nine times.
This was Si Wan’s first time visiting a casino in the 21st century.
Jiang Hansheng asked her to play around as she pleased, but Si Wan just said there was no rush.
"You don't know how to play, and you can't even throw chips?" Jiang Hansheng underestimated Si Wan's gambling nature after all.
Si Wan smiled and said, "I'll go for a walk. You have your fun."
So, Jiang Hansheng said no more.
With just one look, the team of bodyguards became Si Wan's.
Si Wan raised her eyebrows. She had some idea of the happiness of the gangster boss.
Well, it's really good.
Strolling around leisurely, Si Wan nodded in agreement, thinking: This modern gambling house is indeed more sophisticated than the one in the Ming Dynasty.
Baccarat, roulette, blackjack.
Sic Bo, slot machines, Texas Hold'em.
She treated everyone equally and observed everything carefully.
When it came time to roll the dice and compare the size, my steps stopped.
In a casino, each game has specific rules.
When it comes to gambling, Si Wan is a gifted person.
When it was her turn to roll the dice, she thought about it.
Never defeated.
"That's him."
He—referring to rolling the dice.
He - also refers to the person at the table.
In that lazy voice, if you think about it carefully, you can feel a bit of sympathy.
If you look deeper, you will find that he is always heartless.
She is heartless.
Ten thousand meters in the sky, a private plane roared past, leaving Kyoto behind.
The "classmates" who had parted ways unhappily a few hours ago were now sitting together again.
Oh, there's one more.
"It's hilarious. He used to be so powerful, but now he's using a private jet to arrest people."
Si Nian's face was full of sarcasm.
"Si Nian." Si Li stopped Si Nian. There were some things he could say, and only he could say them.
He understands Yu Jinnian.
He is not a good person. He is much more cunning than what he appears to be on the surface.
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