Bringing a "mascot" is an unwritten rule of the casino.
Rather than having someone from the casino follow you closely, it is better to bring one yourself to directly eliminate the possibility of being entangled by the receptionist.
"What's your expression?" Bai Zhu saw the cheongsam girl's frightened expression, which was a little funny. "It looked like he was shocked to see a person who looked like a primary school student who is less than 1.5 meters tall actually made such a request."
"...Maybe a little." The girl awkwardly put her hands behind her, "But you have already given me the money, and I should have accompanied you tonight."
Bai Shu just raised his eyebrows without saying anything, and entered first, followed closely by the girl.
“Welcome to the Red Queen Casino!”
The receptionist was obviously stunned for a moment, then raised his sweet smile again, took the admission fee and handed the wristband to Baizhu, "I wish you both an unforgettable night."
Walking through the corridor, Lucky Girl kept her distance wisely and raised her hand to guide Baizhu into the casino.
A noisy heat wave surged in instantly. People in the boxing ring fought to the death, and gamblers outside the ring cursed and cheered. A few steps further, the vast lobby was filled with gambling tables, dice were rolled, poker chips were played, and colorful chips collided. After a few steps, he stopped at the top of the stairs. The cheers from the audience below the stairs and the sound of racing engines came through the display glass wall, and the sound of silenced gunshots was faintly heard from the stairs.
"What are you going to do tonight?" the receptionist asked sweetly.
Bai Zhu handed her five whole bills and said, "Let's bet on guns."
The waiter took the money to exchange for chips. Baizhu looked at the girl and said, "Tell me about the West Street neighborhood you know."
"What?" The girl was stunned for a moment.
"[Cream Girl] is opened at the entrance of Neon Street. It is a prime location at the intersection and the main entrance of the West Street. Almost all customers can be seen. Moreover, the club is the most suitable place for relaxing and doing business, and it should be very well-informed. "
Not to mention that Cream Lady is the club with the largest customer flow in the West Block. The mix of good and bad is comparable to the Red Queen Casino. Due to the nature of the profession, the information is better than the casino, and most of them can be bought with money, so they are very loose-spoken.
The girl was silent for a few seconds: "Did you stop at the door of the club on purpose?"
"It doesn't count. After all, I didn't know you would come down," Bai Zhu smiled, "It seems I'm lucky."
The club was nice, but not her first choice.
At that time, I stopped there just to consider whether I should take the time to go in and take a look.
"It's just that you are about the same age as my little sister..." the girl relaxed slightly, "What do you want to know?"
The waiter brought the exchanged chips, and Baizhu took them. After going upstairs, he handed the noise-cancelling earplugs to the girl:
"Tell me about it casually. For example, there are common trading places in the West Street District, famous demolition houses, sellers, or more special buyers. They have no fixed visiting time in the club. Another example is the more famous local snakes and gangsters here. Gangs, another example is...material suppliers."
"What you said," the girl's face gradually turned pale, "are not things you talk about casually."
"I'll add money." Baizhu smiled, put on his noise-cancelling earplugs and pushed through the door.
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"Sister! Sister March! Here comes a mess!"
The waiter in a burgundy dress ran to the casino with high heels and opened the box door.
The woman who was pouring wine in the room suddenly paused and looked sternly: "Who asked you to come in? Get out!"
The waiter shivered with fright. From the corner of his eye, he could only see a person sitting on the sofa with a backlight. He hurriedly opened the door and exited.
"Don't be so nervous, you scared the kid."
The person on the sofa sighed softly. The lower half of his face was obscured by the drawing in his hand, and the upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow. Because of the backlight, his figure and clothing could not be clearly seen. He spoke softly and his tone was unhurried. "Appears harsh."
March Hare lowered his head: "Yes."
The room fell into silence, with only the sound of the engine on the gambling track coming through the one-way noise reduction glass.
"These drawings are too rough," he seemed to be laughing at himself or laughing, throwing the drawings in his hand on the table. "Many details have been omitted because of automated machines, but these are the details we need most."
"Our business is big enough, and the Second Outer City is only a small part. You don't have to worry," the March Hare whispered, "take care of yourself."
"No, March, you have to understand," he slowly leaned back on the sofa and stared at the racing car below the stage, "here, if you want to stay still, you have to run fast."
"——I need talents."
He drank the absinthe in his glass and said, "Go and get busy."
The March Hare silently exited the box.
"Sister Sanyue," the waiter stuttered in fright, "I, I didn't mean it, I really didn't!"
"It's okay, just be careful in the future."
The March Hare shook his head, feeling relieved in his own mind, and motioned her to stay away from the box, "What's going on? Why are you ruining the place?"
"We're at a gun casino! There's a guy betting on a high-speed moving target with Alan, and the odds of 20:1 beat him to win."
"Alan is a sharpshooter. Most of the people who come here to play can't beat her. If you ruin the game, you can win one game." The March Hare was absent-minded, still thinking about the conversation in the box. "20:1, just give it to the gambler."
"No, Sister March!" The waiter's expression was exaggerated, "Seven games! That person won seven games in a row! He won straight away, and Sister Alan's face turned blue!"
"Seven rounds?!" March Hare was stunned and frowned, "Where is he now? Didn't anyone ask him to come out?"
"Yes, but he was kicked away, so Sister Alan asked me to come find you - that guy is still wearing sunglasses, so arrogant! He should still be in the gun betting area now. I heard that he is betting on six-bullet revolvers!"
The waiter followed the March Hare upstairs, beaming with excitement:
"Sister March, how many bullets do you think this kind of person who wants money but not his life can pack?!"
"——Five bullets." Bai Zhu looked at the shocked dealer and repeated with a smile, "I said give me five bullets."
In the gun casino, the twists and turns of the gun game that were full of surprises have passed, and the psychology of all the gamblers has been severely beaten. The mentality of all the gamblers has changed from "Where do you come from, a middle school student wearing sunglasses at night? Go back and do your homework." to "I'll wipe it. What is concentrated is the essence, what kind of blinding BKing is this?”
They gathered together, either excited or hating or regretting, but every pair of eyes was fixed on the gambler in front of the revolver table, waiting with bated breath. The moment they heard the answer, the whole place was in an uproar again!
"Are you crazy? Do you really want to die?"
"What do you think you are doing to cause trouble here? You won't be able to spend eight lifetimes worth of money."
"Hey, the March Hare is here, and there will be results..."
March Hare pushed aside the crowd, stopped and looked ahead:
The person at the gambling table rested his elbows on the table and put his right leg on his left knee. He was sitting in a particularly relaxed posture, like a carefree young man. The upper half of his face was covered by sunglasses. His jaw line was soft, but his nose was bridged. But he was unexpectedly straight, with a bit of sharpness, soft and thick short black hair, and he was wearing a simple hoodie and jeans. It was impossible to distinguish between male and female, and his identity could not be revealed.
Bai Zhu used his sunglasses to block his eyes and glanced past the restless crowd.
She looked at the dealer, smiled and stretched out her hand: "I'll do it myself."
The croupier did not dare to refuse and handed over five rounds of ammunition and a revolver.
Bai Shu loaded the cartridges into the magazine one by one, looked at the pale cheongsam girl next to him, and said in a gentle voice: "Turn the cartridge and use a little force."
The girl pursed her lips and forced her fingers to slide the cartridge.
Six bullet holes filled five, and the only life was blurred in the rapid rotation, mixed with the cold bullets.
"Snapped."
Bai Shu didn't even look at it. He locked the magazine with his finger and put the muzzle of the gun to his temple in the dead silence. The March Hare couldn't help but hold his breath and leaned forward slightly.
"Click!" The trigger was pulled, and the air seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and time was stretched to the limit.
——Empty chamber!
"Good job!"
Bai Zhu threw the revolver on the table and laughed heartily, "Lucky girl!"
Everyone was in uproar and amazed, and the girl's body instantly became limp.
