Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The exchanged chips were placed on a plate by the bunny man. Lancer found a gaming table that was almost full and sat down, crossing his legs gracefully.

The red high-heeled shoes were exposed from the bottom of the evening dress, and the diamonds inlaid on them were so dazzling that it made people's eyes unbearable.

Sitting next to him was a fat, middle-aged man with a big belly. He was obviously bald and had no hair, but he pretended to be handsome and smoothed the non-existent hairstyle on his temples with his hand, using the extremely embarrassing techniques of seducing girls decades ago. Deliberately looking cool.

Lancer almost cried out.

[System: Damn! It's so greasy that you can go to restaurants to provide fried tempura oil! 】

Lancer turned his head away silently: "Don't disgust me."

After the croupier nodded to Lancer, a new round of dealing began.

However, everyone else at the table was focused on the cards in their hands, while the greasy man focused on Lancer. As long as anyone with a little bit of care took a few more glances, they would know what he was playing. What abacus.

Lancer picked up his card, looked at it, couldn't understand it at all, and then put it back silently.

[System: I remember you have sneaked into a casino before, right? 】

Lancer: If you just kill people, who still remembers how to play cards?

Everyone else was asking for cards. While Lance was hesitating, he suddenly felt a hand touch his back, and rubbed it a few times through the thin evening dress.

An uncomfortable shudder appeared. Lancer turned his head and glanced at the greasy middle-aged man sitting beside him. The other person refused to take his hand back when he saw him looking over.

"Miss, it seems you need a counselor."

Lancer calmly moved the other person's hand away and fired back: "Sir, it looks like you need a lesson."

"Oh haha!" The man made a gesture of invitation, and the dealer asked him if he wanted more cards. The man nodded, and new cards were dealt to him, just enough for blackjack.

Lancer watched as his bargaining chip was pulled in front of this man.

Lancer's mouth twitched.

[System: It seems your luck is still not that good~]

Lancer didn't believe in evil. After asking the dealer about the relevant rules, he played two rounds without believing in evil, but basically he just gave warmth to others.

This factory setting is also very bad luck.

After losing about a pile of high chips, Lancer found that the greasy man's eyes were still staring at him, so he pretended to regret and signaled to the dealer to get up after the round.

"I want to change the way I play. I might have a conflict with the cards today."

With that said, he put the remaining chips into his handbag and left in another direction.

Before leaving, the clutch bag accidentally touched the arm of the greasy middle-aged man.

Soon, he followed Lancer and followed him to the bathroom of the casino.

The casino was full of gamblers, but the ornate restrooms were deserted. Most of the female guests here are people with status, and the casino will provide private bathrooms for them to use.

Lancer didn't know the inside story. When he was pretending to touch up his makeup in front of the mirror, the man followed him in from the outside and closed the door.

The man showed a greasy and flattering smile, took the initiative to come forward, and said confidently: "I think it's your first time to come to the casino, miss? This place is a huge monster that can eat people. If there weren't people like me here, If you are guarding Miss, Miss, you will definitely leave here today with all your money lost and dejected!"

Lancer pursed his lips, adjusted the shape of his lipstick, and said with a meaningless smile: "It doesn't matter, my husband is very rich."

The middle-aged greasy man was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face became more and more evil.

"So you are already married!"

"Yes! But my husband is cheating on me outside, and we are currently at odds with each other. I believe we will get divorced soon."

The man came closer and whispered in a sticky and disgusting ambiguous tone: "It seems that Madam is very sad, but it doesn't matter. I will definitely comfort Madam well..."

His hand touched Lancer's lower back, and then gradually moved downward.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman in front of him looked frightened, pointed to the stall in the bathroom, and asked him in surprise: "Did you hear the sound inside?"

The greasy man glanced inside in surprise, "What's the sound?"

He didn't want his good deeds to be disturbed, so he walked into the bathroom and opened the cubicle door but found no one.

"There is no sound. Did you hear it wrong just now?"

"How could it be? I obviously heard it very clearly. Maybe it was the sound of the toilet?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with the toilet either."

The greasy man bent down and looked at the toilet for a while but didn't feel anything was wrong, so he stood in the stall and turned around, preparing to go out.

But he was so frightened by Lancer holding a gun that he stood still and did not dare to move.

Just now, this woman gave people the impression that she was easy to bully, but now she smiled brightly with her red lips raised, and her smile was so bright that it was a bit dazzling.

The gun in "her" hand had already been equipped with a silencer. The man knew that the other person was an expert as soon as he saw the gesture of holding the gun, so he knelt down skillfully and begged for mercy.

"Don't kill me! I can give you all my money, all of it! As long as you can spare my life...I can promise you anything!"

Lancer raised his gloved fingers to his lips, making a silent gesture.

"Shh, be quiet."

His arrogant smile made him look like a devil. He had a pretty face, but his words were cold.

"No matter whether a man makes a promise or not, he is unreliable."

"me too."

As the words fell, there was a small biu, and the bullet exploded into blood on the greasy man's body.

The fat and bloated body fell on the toilet seat and died in a very funny posture.

Lancer blew out the smoke from the gun, put the pistol back into the system space, and closed the compartment door thoughtfully.

When he picked up his clutch bag from the sink, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring directly at him.

Lancer felt a chill on his back, raised his head suddenly, and saw the man standing behind him in the mirror.

He was secretly shocked at first, but when he saw the man's appearance clearly, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, are you also here to have fun in the casino?"

Although he was disguised to look like they were meeting for the first time, Lancer stretched out his hand uncontrollably when he saw Gin.

His hand rubbed across the man's chin through the glove fabric and thick clothing, with a hint of teasing.

Gin crushed the cigarette in his hand on the sink and threw it into the drain of the sink, letting it be washed away by the water.

Gin raised his eyebrows, "Cheating husband? Huh?"

"Uh, I don't understand what you're talking about..."

He actually heard it all! Is it too late to run away now?