The gangsters in Abacus City's treasure-eating game are, to put it bluntly, fighting against the casino boss.
The simplest way is to scold the gangster as soon as he enters the door. When the people from the casino come out, the gangster takes off his clothes, leaving only a piece of cloth to hide his shame, and lies on the ground waiting to be beaten. The bones on one side of his body were broken, and he had to stand up and turn over on his own to let you hit the other side. At this time, no one will come up to help you, and you can't say anything when you are being beaten. If you just open your mouth and shout that it hurts, he will lose, which is equivalent to getting a wasted beating. If the gangster can survive, the casino will welcome him in politely, find a doctor to treat the gangster's injuries, and keep him in the casino until his injuries heal. From then on, he can go to the casino to receive a monthly allowance.
It's rare for this kind of thing to result in someone being killed on the spot. If the boss doesn't dare to take action for fear of killing someone, then he loses.
If someone is really killed on the spot, you must not believe that this kind of seemingly consensual gambling fight will be laughed off by the person who died. As long as someone died on the spot, the lawsuit and Anjia's money would be inevitable.
These are the rules of the game between merchants and gangsters in Abacus City.
Before I reached the first floor, the gangster outside was already scolding me. When Ning Beile and I came down from the stairs, the gangster lay down on the ground with his head in his hands: "If you dare, beat me to death today! "
I stretched out my hand expressionlessly and said, "Fuck you!"
The guy from Baofenglou immediately brought me a white wax pole.
The ash pole is a long stick made of ash wood. It is also a commonly used weapon in martial arts or ancient armies. A white wax pole can be used as a spear with a spear head attached, and can be used as a stick without a spear head. It mainly depends on whether the user is used to using a gun or a stick.
The biggest feature of this weapon is its extremely high flexibility. A master who is good at using the white wax pole can kill the opponent with one blow, or even kill him.
I had long expected that someone would come over to eat treasure game today, so I naturally had to be prepared!
I took the pewter stick and shook it out. With a buzzing sound, stick flowers as big as the mouth of a bowl came out. I looked at the gangster outside and said, "You want me to beat you to death? Don't blame me if someone is killed." !”
When I was chatting with Wang Guohao yesterday, I discussed with him how to deal with gangsters!
Wang Wangohao asked me a question: "Do you think gangsters are really not afraid of death? No one in this world is not afraid of death."
"The two gangs of gangsters fought fiercely and dared to fight to the death because someone was in charge of the family's food. If they didn't die, the whole family would have nothing to eat. So, even though they knew they had to die, they had to fight hard. If the gangsters are not afraid of death, how can there be talk of drawing death lots? If you push them one by one, wouldn't it be over? "
"If you want to deal with them, you have to really dare to beat them to death and make them unable to deal with you."
Wang Guohao told me: "When the gangsters come to the Baofeng Bureau tomorrow, you will be responsible for killing them, and I will be responsible for suppressing the matter for you. I will ensure that no one touches Baofeng Tower within four days. What do you think?"
When I think about it carefully, Wang Wangohao’s words make sense!
If I'm doing long-term trading, I really can't break the rules. Otherwise, there would be no place for me in Abacus City. However, I have never planned to buy or sell in the long term. As long as you hold on for seven days, even if Baofeng Tower is burned to the ground, it’s none of my business!
The white wax rod in my hand was prepared to see blood from the very beginning!
The gangster lying on the ground didn't know that his death was coming, so he still held his head and played tricks on me: "If you can't kill me, you will be my grandson!"
I sneered, raised my hand and whipped it with a stick.
When a gangster is beaten, he does not lie sprawled on the ground, but curls up into a ball and protects his head, ribs, and lower abdomen with his hands, arms, and legs, so as not to be beaten to death at once.
I hit the opponent's ribs with the stick. The stick made a whirring sound, but I used it gently. The stick fell on the opponent with a click and broke the opponent's arm. The force from the stick penetrated the opponent's body and shattered the opponent's internal organs. The blood from the man's mouth spurted out for more than half a meter, and he died at that time.
I took a stick and stabbed the man twice: "Hey... don't pretend to be dead..."
The other party didn't move, so I swung the stick and cursed: "Who is this guy? Are you trying to get someone to blackmail me?"
Someone stood up and said, "Young shopkeeper, you beat someone to death and you still accuse us of blackmailing you?"
I pointed at the corpse: "Who's green-skinned, so incapable of taking a beating? Didn't you drag a sick man over to trap me? Why did he die without being able to hold on any longer?"
This time, no one said anything.
With so many people present, it's impossible that no one could see the mystery behind my stick.
However, those who understood did not want to speak; those who did not understand could not make sense. There was silence outside Baofeng Building for a while.
I said with a gloomy face: "Go and find me the people from the patrol room. Let them investigate carefully. How did this person die? I beat him to death. There was someone in Baofeng Tower who accompanied him to death. He was not the person I beat to death. , we have to calculate this account carefully."
The people from the patrol room were originally near Baofeng Building. Not long after the guy ran away, the people followed him. I had already thrown the pewter stick to a guy, and before the patrol room man could say anything, the guy stood up and admitted that he had killed the person.
These are the rules of survival at the bottom of the world. When the big boss above needs you to die, there is no room for willingness or unwillingness. If you stand up with your chest held high and your head high, you might even get a few more money to settle down.
Several patrol officers arranged for people to take the body away, saying that they wanted a forensic doctor to conduct an autopsy. They also specifically said that the autopsy would take seven or eight days no matter what.
Everyone present knew that this was a message to both of us to quickly find connections and backstage. He wiped out this human life lawsuit with his own skills.
I looked at the gangsters outside the door: "Don't you guys want to play with both hands? I'll be the banker myself!"
"I'll do it!" A gangster took off his clothes, sat down in front of the dice table, pulled out a knife from his body, cut off one of his fingers with one knife, cut off his bloody finger, and laid it straight and horizontal. On the stage: "I bet on the big one!"
This is the second way for gangsters to win treasures, "cutting meat and gambling." There are also things to pay attention to when placing bets with your fingers. The knife cannot cut too much or less. The finger must be cut off at the first joint position, and then the finger must be arranged horizontally. Only after these etiquette are followed can the bet be started.
If the gangster loses the bet, it means he has thrown away a finger. He can no longer quarrel with the boss. If he wins the bet, this lucky situation will be settled.
I picked up the cup and shook it a few times: "Friend, since you want to play, let's play a big one. What do you think?"
