While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 242
I ask?
Why don't you let me die!

You bastard, you think I'm too old, don't you?
I ate your pork?
Ma Fei glared at Song He and said, "Why don't you go?"

Song He sneered in his heart, but his face was very natural: "I'm a little scared."

Seeing his cowardly look, Ma Fei sighed secretly that the mixed-race man had a strange personality, why did he start betting with such a clown.

Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Ma Fei took out a piece of paper and handed it to Song He, and warned: "Just play casually in the casino and think about what kind of bet they want to make with you. I will not interfere with this kind of thing." .”

"Also, this is my phone number, just call me anytime you need anything."

Song He took it in shock: "Brother, where are you going?"

Ma Fei waved his hand and said, "I'm busy with some things recently, so you can play with your own."

"Oh." Song He nodded and said, "Brother, come and see me when you have free time. I haven't invited you to a big dinner yet."

"I owe it first, and I'll talk about it when I'm free." Ma Fei shook his head with a smile, turned around and left with the bodyguards, made a detour and went straight to the monitoring room of the casino.

In the monitoring room, several men in security attire were staring at dozens of images on more than a dozen monitoring screens. Several of them were directly aimed at Song He from all angles. They were obviously targeting those around Song He. All monitoring is used!
"Brother Fei!"

"Hi Brother Fei."

When several security guards saw Ma Fei, they stood up to say hello.

Ma Fei, who had taken over Song He's surveillance work not long ago, was unambiguous. He frowned and asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

A security guard who has been paying attention to Song He said: "There is nothing unusual, but the two people you asked us to pay attention to have gone out."

Ma Fei became nervous when he heard this: "Where? When did you come out?"

The security guard pointed to a picture and said, "One minute ago, I'm in the elevator now."

Ma Fei looked along and saw the mixed-race man and Uncle Zhong standing quietly in the elevator, and the floor they pressed happened to be the casino, obviously they were going to Song He.

Ma Fei frowned slightly, wondering what was it about Song that attracted the mixed-race man, but he saw the mixed-race man and Uncle Zhong suddenly looked up at him in front of the screen!
All the people watching the surveillance were startled, and saw the mixed-race man point his finger up, then sneered and mouthed: "Turn off."

Ma Fei only felt a chill on his back, but he knew that the mixed-race man couldn't see him, so he said in fear, "Turn off! Turn off all the cameras that might capture him!"

The rest of the people were also very frightened by the extremely intimidating sneer of the mixed-race man, and hurriedly acted upon hearing this.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen of the surveillance images were instantly wiped out, leaving behind mostly the corridors on each floor of the hotel and some images facing the edge of the gaming tables.

Seeing this, Ma Fei calmed down, but found that the scene facing Song He had also disappeared.

However, although he knew that this was a helpless move, Ma Fei didn't intend to just be a deaf and blind man.

After instructing the people in the surveillance room to be careful not to photograph the mixed-race man, he took his bodyguards to a semi-open private room on the second floor with the best view. He carefully watched the mixed-race man who had just appeared in the casino walk towards Song He. At the same time, he arranged for his subordinates to apply to the three brothers of the Liu family to investigate Song He's details.

In the casino, the mixed-race man repeated his old tricks again. After clearing the table of gamblers Song He was at, he said with a smile, "I just made a little joke with them in the elevator..."

With a realistic expression on his face, Song He listened carefully to the mixed-race man's description, and said ventriloquitously in his heart: "You seem to be playing with them, but you actually want to see my reaction, right?"

"That's right." The mixed-race man looked at Song He seriously, but found that Song He's expression didn't change at all, as if he was talking to someone else.

Song He thought about the series of subsequent changes that the mixed-race man's behavior might cause, and suddenly realized that under the guidance of the mixed-race man, he had become the most eye-catching target in the eyes of the Liu family brothers and Ma Fei.

"The more you do this, the more curious they will be." Song He's face showed some confusion and impatience, but his low ventriloquism voice conveyed a calmness that was completely opposite to his expression: "And the more curious they are, the more they want to know What did we talk about?"

"In this way, they will increase their attention to me driven by curiosity, and private investigation is almost imperative."

"So this joke of yours can not only lure the Liu family brothers to make up their minds to investigate me, but also test my reaction to their behavior. It's not too profitable."

"And the most terrible thing is that you have the strength to prevent them from monitoring, but you have no strong supervision, so now we still have the possibility of being monitored..."

The mixed-race man continued with a smile: "So if you are cautious, you must maintain this state of communication with me without any slack. You see, so many interesting things can happen with just a joke! Haha!"

Song He smiled approvingly, suspecting that if the Liu family brothers really dared to continue monitoring, the mixed-race man might not mind "punishing" them.

However, Song He would not care whether the Liu family brothers were monitoring or not.

After all, the more attention he received, the less eyes he would stare at Qiao Xin and others, and the longer the second layer of skin he knitted yesterday would last.

Moreover, if the Liu brothers really contact people in China to investigate their identities, not to mention that there is no way to find out who they are with this layer of fake identities, the Tian Provincial Police who are fully prepared will be enough for those in China who suddenly appear to investigate Song He and others. The mouse drank a pot!

"You don't seem to be panicking at all. Do you still have a trump card?" The mixed-race man couldn't see what he expected from Song He's face, and he was even more curious: "I went back yesterday and tried it. I can control the expression on my face like you do. , communicating with people at the same time is almost impossible.”

"Especially what you said is completely opposite to your expression, but you still can't miss a single flaw. It's a foul! How did you do it?"

Song He sneered in his heart: Did Lao Tzu's system strengthening come for nothing?How dare you push Lao Tzu to this point!I warn you, no matter how presumptuous you are, be careful and I will run away!

After hesitating in his heart, Song He scratched his head and said in a embarrassed tone: "Find a place where you won't be disturbed and bet with me for a few rounds. If you win, I will tell you the secret to doing this."

The mixed-race man gave Song He a meaningful look, but he didn't care about the deep meaning of Song He's request, and said a little excitedly: "Finally willing to use real skills?"

Song He did not speak this time, but glanced at the hidden surveillance cameras around and a certain semi-open private room on the second floor with extremely surprised eyes.

Then he hesitated for a moment before nodding towards the mixed-race man.

"Haha, interesting." The mixed-race man looked at Song He excitedly, and said, "Uncle Zhong, go and make arrangements."

Uncle Zhong nodded, took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a while, a timid croupier took the three of them to a fully enclosed private room on the second floor.

After the croupier exited the private room with sweat on his forehead and closed the door firmly, Song He and the mixed-race man sat on both sides of the same gaming table.

"My people have checked it and there is no monitoring or recording equipment here. You can rest assured." The mixed-race man smiled happily.

(End of this chapter)