Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 160 Malicious Removal
"It's late at night, and the crescent moon is out. People say that the crescent moon looks like Yue Lao. Yue Lao taught me that I can kill people with a knife..."

Liu Yonglu was really exhausted today. He had originally planned to come back in the afternoon to catch up on some sleep, but ended up letting Barbara go and chatting for two hours.

At this moment, he returned to the bedroom and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. After a while, he returned to the backstage of his own island and started performing in front of several old listeners.

Xiaohu, who was lying next to him, saw that Byeby had fallen asleep, so he poked him with his finger, but there was no response. He then looked outside the room and saw that Millie Tang was sleeping like Liu Yonglu.

Xiaohu's body gradually became transparent, and the next second he appeared in the woods outside the monastery. He squatted down and took out a small silk paper bag from his pocket. On his left hand, which was holding the silk paper, the extra thumb was shaking happily.

The barn next to the monastery was still brightly lit. Cloth bags filled with grain were stacked in a corner in a haphazard manner. In the middle of the barn stood a table covered with wine bottles and crumpled banknotes.

Seven or eight strong men, including Vernon, were playing poker, some sitting on chairs and some standing up with one foot on a stool.

The group of people were not satisfied with just drinking, so they found a few stone slabs and built a simple stove. A rope with a crucible tied to it was hung from the ceiling of the barn. Someone simply packed up the spoils they had hunted in the morning, lit the firewood and started cooking the duck.

The aroma of cooked duck mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol rose in a circle and reached the nose of the lawyer on the second floor. He couldn't help sneezing and turned over to move the straw under him.

What a bunch of fucking rednecks, the lawyer glanced at the noisy crowd on the first floor.

"Why is there no beer? Boss Vernon, remember to ask your servants to send a few bottles over tomorrow."

"Remember to find a female one. You know what, although the servants in this manor have dark skin, their facial features are really good."

"Everyone knows your taste. You just like those with dark skin! Hahaha."

The lawyer found some relatively fresh straw sticks and prepared to roll them into two earplugs to plug into his ears. He already regretted spending the night in the barn. It looked like the group of people downstairs were going to make noise until dawn.

Seeing that the lawyer was still awake, Vernon, who was drinking with the workers, also shouted:
"Barro, I know you're still awake. Come down and have some fun. Don't be so tense every day. You should have some fun when you come to the monastery."

"Mr. Vernon, I don't want to play cards with you. He's a famous lawyer in New Nuremberg! He goes to the kind of celebrity cocktail parties where you have to wear evening gowns to get in."

The villain threw the two cards in his hand onto the table and made a sarcastic remark.

"Go check if the duck in the pot is cooked, Buddy, go quickly."

A villain waved his hand and sent his companion closest to the pot to go see the ducks. The villains were also divided into different levels. Those who sat closer to the inside had higher status, while those who sat closer to the door or the pot were often ordered around.

"Larson, you can't let old Rowe take it. I have a pretty good hand. Don't waste your luck."

The young man named Buddy rubbed the poker cards in his hand nervously. He didn't have much capital, but for some reason, he was lucky today and won seven or eight games in a row. He also had a lot of money in front of him. He was asked to take the duck? He didn't want to move, just stayed in the chair and continued to play cards.

"Just go if you're told to! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The thug named Larson crushed the cigarette butt on the table. Buddy was having a good time playing cards, but he had lost all night. He was already feeling angry, and when he heard Buddy making excuses, he felt annoyed and kicked him, knocking him and his chair to the side.

"Ouch!"

Buddy didn't expect Larson to start a fight as soon as he said so, and the kick was very hard. His body fell sideways and his head hit the pot. The pot was full of cooking duck, and the hot soup mixed with duck oil splashed onto Buddy's head, scalding him and making him roll on the ground.

"You are so clumsy. I asked you to get the duck, but you drank it first."

Larson raised his eyebrows and made sarcastic remarks in a nonchalant manner. The other villains also laughed when they heard him say that.

"boom!"

The table suddenly shook. Buddy got up from the ground and kicked it hard. The villains all put their hands on the table, otherwise it would have overturned. But even so, half of the bottles on the table fell over.

The amber liquor spilled onto the table, soaking the poker cards and money.

"Damn it, it's time to give you a tight grip." Ginger Head, the leader of the villains, spat the toothpick in his mouth onto the ground, and when he looked up, he saw Buddy holding up the pistol.

"Fuck, I've had enough of you bitch bastards."

Buddy's face was covered with blisters from the hot soup. Although he held a pistol, he didn't dare to shoot at the villains. He just stood there and cursed them with foul language.

"Buddy, put the gun away and continue playing cards." Vernon had seen this kind of thing many times. This group of people would have such a quarrel every once in a while.

"That's right, put your little pistol away quickly, it's too small to shoot. Last time I saw Cherry, she said she liked your cuteness! Hahaha."

Larson didn't even look at Buddy. He knew who among the group was the ruthless one who should not be provoked, and who was the weak one who was relying on the power of others to bully others. Buddy didn't have the courage to shoot.

"What's the point of playing cards, you son of a bitch Larson, dare you bet with me on something else?"

Buddy really didn't have the courage to shoot, but his face was burning with pain, and he didn't want to let Larson go easily, so he unscrewed the barrel of the revolver and emptied out all the extra bullets inside, leaving only one.

"Snapped."

He slammed the revolver on the table and looked at Larson fiercely.

"Do you dare to gamble your life?"

After he said this, everyone else at the table fell silent. After a while, they slammed the table and started to make a noise.

"Larson, teach this kid a lesson."

"I advise you not to gamble with him. He's lucky today. Just let him win some money, but don't lose your life to him."

"Boss Vernon is here. It would be only fair to have him as the notary."

"Fuck, you coward, you dare to gamble your life with Larson, I'll see if he doesn't kick your crotch in the end."

The villains slammed the table so loudly that it shook the earth, and everyone on the side cheered and jeered. After all, the betting of lives had nothing to do with them, so they couldn't miss this kind of excitement.

Larson picked up the half-full bottle of wine on the table and took two sips, then handed the pistol on the table to Vernon across from him for inspection. The meaning was obvious: I'm willing to play this life-threatening game.

Under normal circumstances, Vernon would most likely try to stop it, but today, perhaps stimulated by his father, his blood rushed to his head. Instead of stopping it, he opened the gun nest and checked the bullet. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised the gun and swung the gun nest hard. The "click, click, click" sound of the gun ignited the passion of the whole audience again.

"According to the rules, you go first, Carrot Head."

Larson pushed the gun toward Buddy.

This kind of game tests courage, and most likely no one will be killed. There is no deep hatred between the two sides, and the game will end when one side admits defeat and apologizes, so everyone at the table looked at Buddy with a sly smile.

What no one expected was that Buddy took the pistol from the table, put it to his temple, pulled the hammer, and pulled the trigger to fire a shot!
Normally he would not have the courage to shoot, but today, for some reason, he had a feeling that he was blessed by the gods and had incredibly good luck!
"Click." The revolver's barrel turned, and Buddy was still standing there. He looked at Larson viciously and slammed the pistol on the table.

"It's your turn, bastard."

Larson stared at Buddy without blinking, and seemed to be struggling internally over whether to apologize to this coward or take a gamble. His veins popped out, his nose wings bulged, and he suddenly picked up the revolver on the table and shot himself in the temple.

"boom!"

As the gunshots were heard, a cloud of blood rose in the barn!
Everyone should start to rest today. This thing called taking a day off is really exhausting. You should go out and have fun in these three days, spend time with your family, and enjoy your vacation.

I have to go to bed quickly. I’ve been very sleep-deprived lately...just like Lao Liu.

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(End of this chapter)