I ate the strongest artificial fruit

Chapter 99 Can money save lives?

The carnival in the middle of the night gradually faded away, and the tired people were either living on the streets or lying drunk.

The Heilan Trading Field is like a crazy beast that has just finished its brutal hunt, and is now lurking in the darkness, watching for any troubles in this area.

Different from the other two major exchanges, the Heilan Exchange has very large branches, with more than 30 branches in total, and the locations of these branches are relatively remote. Only three or five are located in prosperous areas such as Golden Avenue or Commercial Street. The stores are scattered in the dark corners of the city, controlled by the Heilan Society.

Therefore, the Black Orchid Society has become the most widely distributed organization in the entire trade area.

The headquarters of the Heilan Club, that is, the head office of the Heilan Exchange, is located deep in the red-light district of the trading area. It looks a bit like a miniature version of a medieval castle, but the outer wall is a black and bright metal wall panel, with huge electric lights. The signboard is full of punk atmosphere, and the dazzling and dazzling colors outline strange and dynamic lines, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Although it is called a trading place, it is not actually a trading place. There are no commodities here, and there is no trading platform. It is simply a mansion for monks and a group of confidants. Guests are invited to come here and indulge.

At this moment, eight vicious and vicious guys are sitting around on a bright red bed, the ground is covered with colorful cigarette butts and wine bottles, and the monk is wearing a navy blue suit embroidered with red peony. In a suit, he was squinting his long and narrow eyes looking at the cards, and the gloomy cold light hit his bright forehead, making him a little dizzy.

The poker cards were constantly thrown on the bed, and the expressions on the faces of these gamblers were constantly changing, sometimes excited, sometimes disappointed, and sometimes sighing.

The monk's two hands were free on the beautiful woman in his arms, and there was always a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

This short, middle-aged man has mischievous eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, and a thin body, just like a skeleton. However, with such a decayed figure, he can hold down the wolves, tigers, and leopards in the entire Heilan Society. It is his vicious thunderbolt methods.

The monk picked up another cigarette, and ruthlessly pinched the plump part of the beautiful woman beside him, glanced at the other players in the game, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why haven't you seen Bahu in the past two days?"

Some dull strong men at the side looked at the mechanical watch in their hands, and said with some doubts:

"Yeah, it's so fucking strange, didn't this Bahu go to the Qianshen Trading Market? I haven't seen him since then."

The cultivator slowly lowered his card-holding hand, looked thoughtfully at the chaotic sky surrounded by neon lights, and murmured:

"I haven't seen him before... Hehe, this kid won't be unable to come back..."

Several confidantes looked at the cultivator's sinister face at the same time, only a scar-faced man with short hair slapped the card in his hand on the bed without knowing it, grinned and said:

"Hahaha, I'm really lucky today, it's a leopard again! Come, come, come... Give me money, give me money!"

The scar-faced man is in a good mood. Since he completed the boss's mission to assassinate the boss of the Purple Conch Exchange last time, he feels that his luck is getting better and better. Today, he played cards with the boss and won money again and again.

The scar-faced man was grinning loudly, but he found that the expression on the monk's face was suddenly a little strange. The monk snorted coldly and said with a smirk:

"Hey, old scar, your luck is really good, three of them are leopards in a row, such good luck... Tsk tsk, I can't even compare it!"

The scar-faced man grinned and said hastily:

"Hehehe, yes, today's luck is really high, thanks to the blessing of the boss!"

The monk snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Luck is good, but I don't know if such good luck can avoid bullets?"

The scar-faced man was immediately dumbfounded, looked at the monk in horror, and swallowed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold current sweeping his whole body, and an indescribable sense of crisis was spreading to his whole body. The hunched man in front of him seemed no longer an ordinary person, but turned into a A terrifying poisonous snake was waiting for him viciously.

The scar-faced man immediately woke up, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice:

"Brother...Brother, I was just kidding. I made a mistake just now. Look, I... am not a leopard..."

As he said that, the scar-faced man trembled and immediately stirred up the playing cards on the bed, trying to mix the playing cards he had just slapped on the bed into it.

However, the monk's face became even colder. He casually pulled out a dagger beside him, and ruthlessly penetrated the scar-faced man's hand into the bed.

The scar-faced man's eyes widened. He didn't realize it at first, but when he realized it, he let out a heart-piercing scream, and blood was already splashing everywhere.Most of the beauties beside him turned pale with fright, only the two beauties beside the monk who had been with him all the year round kept smiling. They were already used to such scenes, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

The monk sneered and said in a deep voice:

"Jason!"

Accompanied by this call, a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared behind the scar-faced man. This man with an exaggerated figure was like a huge iron bucket, and his eyebrows were full of awe-inspiring killing intent.

When the scar-faced man heard the guy's name, it was as if he had seen a ghost, and he was so frightened that he begged for mercy:

"Boss, monk, I'm wrong! Please forgive me. I don't want this money anymore. I still have crystals in my store. I have two crystals in my store. I will give them to you! Please!" Surround me with your life..."

"Hey? What are you talking about? It makes me feel like a robber. It's nothing if you win. I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. This is a rule that everyone at the poker table understands. But now you are going back on your word and acting like Messing up the poker game in front of me, this is a little too contemptuous of me!" The monk said calmly, and spun the dagger around.

The flesh and blood rolled up, and more blood sprayed out.

At this moment, the two beauties beside the monk became even more excited. They stared wide-eyed and said in surprise:

"Boss... let me try it too, it seems fun..."

"Yeah, yeah, I want to try too..."

Saying that, the two beauties scrambled to cut the scar-faced man with the dagger. He wanted to resist, but he felt suddenly unable to move, as if there was a kind of pressure oppressing him if it had substance. It touched his body, making him crawl and unable to stand up.

Ever since Jason stood behind him, even if Jason didn't have to do anything, he couldn't move because of fear.

This terrifying guy has a terrifying aura that suppresses people's hearts.

The monk wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said lightly:

"Hey, don't be so disappointing. Didn't you just say you were lucky? Let's play a game today to see if you can avoid bullets. Now we have more than 300 million Baileys in this game. Come and guess , How many Baileys stacked together can help you block bullets? You guessed it right, that means you are really lucky, I will definitely let you go!"

The scar-faced man's distorted face slowly lifted up. He felt that he seemed to see the hope of life again, and said in a trembling voice:

"All... all together, 300 million, 300 million, no, no, 500 million is fine, 1000 million! I will pay for it myself, and I will pay another 1000 million Baileys for my life. Boss, you are so precious. Go around me once!"

The monk frowned, and said in a low voice:

"You kid, don't you understand people's language? I asked how many cards the 300 million Baileys in the game need to block bullets for you. What are you talking about with me?"

The scar-faced man quickly explained:

"Okay, 300 million Baileys, 300 million Baileys are all in front of me..."

As he said that, the scar-faced man had already started to collect the money from the game with one hand, and piled up all the cash one by one in front of him, extending to the size of the entire bed, covering his face superior.

Looking at such a thick wad of cash, the scar-faced man thought that he should be considered safe.

The monk held a delicate silver pistol and measured it at the other end of the Bailey pile. While fiddling with it, he admired the scar-faced man's gradually frightened expression. He touched the thick trap with his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that you are very confident that you can avoid this shot. Not bad, let me see if your luck is so good!"

As he said that, the monk was about to shoot, but he suddenly winked at Jason who was behind the scar-faced man. Jason picked up a hazelnut from the table next to him, and slammed it With a flick, the hazelnut was instantly penetrated into the back of the scar-faced man's head.

"boom--"

Jason dubbed a voice casually, and there seemed to be a weird laugh coming from the face under the mask, and then he raised his fingers in the shape of a pistol.

The back of the scar-faced man's head burst instantly, breaking apart like a watermelon.

The monk shook his head helplessly and said:

"It seems that for a double-faced guy like you, protecting your own side is obviously not enough. Besides, how can I be willing to shoot all the money?"

The other card players retreated to the bed, and two of them had already dragged away the scarred man's body.

The monk was already in high spirits, and was about to lie down on the bed to rest. At this moment, a yellow-haired subordinate rushed in and said in a trembling voice:

"Big Brother... Big Brother is not good, Bahu... Bahu seems to have been killed!"

The monk jumped up and sat up from the bed. There was no anger or surprise on his face. Instead, he was excited and cruel. He said in a sinister way:

"Killed? Really?"

The yellow-haired subordinate felt a little surprised when he saw the boss like this, but he still answered truthfully:

"Boss, it's true! Boss Bahu is being resisted by six of his subordinates, but the strange thing is..."

"What's wrong? Don't hesitate!" the monk shouted.

Huang Mao scratched his head and said:

"Those seven guys don't know why they are all wearing black suits, their faces are darkened, and they are dancing strange dances. The leader is holding a red cane, which looks very funny. ridiculous."

The monk's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows and murmured:

"Black people carrying the coffin? What the hell is this trying to do?"

(End of this chapter)