bustling city

The man with these eyes has soft facial lines, without too many sharp edges and corners in the outline, and has a friendly face.

But maybe it's his black hair that's parted on the side and fixed with hairspray to cover part of his forehead, which outlines the sharpness of his gaze, or maybe his broad figure under the suit emphasizes a more aggressive aura, in short When Zhou Jin looked at Yan Jun at that time, he only felt a sense of oppression that made him alert and nervous.

Zhou Jin was very unfamiliar with Yan Jun's face, but he was very familiar with those bodyguards with serious faces standing not far behind Yan Jun.

There are not a few gamblers who come in and out of this floor with bodyguards.

Anyone who has this financial strength will follow these established practices half for safety and half for ostentation, but Zhou Jin can recognize that the few bodyguards following this man are not brought in by any gamblers—they themselves are casino people.

Zhou Jin immediately became alert.

Yan Jun seemed not aware of the abnormality, one hand was casually inserted in the pocket of his trousers, with a faint smile on his lips, he raised the champagne glass in his hand to Zhou Jin in a graceful manner, and then said Staring into his eyes with an unfathomable look, he took a sip of wine.

At that moment, Zhou Jin erupted with a wild beast-like warlike desire. He restrained the urge to turn around and run away, which was screaming in every cell in his body, and chose to look Yan Jun directly in the eyes, provocatively. His eyes tore through his consistent indifference in the game just now, and Yan Jun saw the restless vigor in this young man's bones, as well as his rebellion.

It's hard for me to see that kind of unruly shadow in Zhou Jin's gaze, which has accumulated time and past events.

I can only imagine "that one" Zhou Jin from his self-report, and he described to me the rainy night in the small town, accompanied by the lazy jazz music and the warm light in the store. My own mental activities always gave me the illusion that what he said seemed to be a completely different person.

And at that time, after the end of the aggressive eye contact, he quickly realized another fact.

That is, no matter what the identity of this mysterious man is, he is always connected with the power group behind the casino, which means that even if he is hungry tonight, he will not be able to continue this vote.

Zhou Jin resolutely discarded the chips that symbolized a lot of banknotes in his hand, turned around and scattered them all on the gaming table, then forced himself to be calm, and quickly walked through the carnival crowd gathered to celebrate the fat man's victory, towards the side Go to the hidden door.

Halfway through, he passed the man unexpectedly.

Zhou Jin pretended not to notice anything, and staggered steadily away from Yan Jun, but he understood in his heart that this man was indeed coming for him. It's his cheese.

In the casino, no banker will be satisfied with the 5.00% commission, they will try their best to get more from the gamblers - for this reason, Zhou Jin witnessed his father falling from the [-]th floor and fell to pieces. By the time it was muddy, it was already too clearly known.

After leaving Yan Jun's sight, he quickened his pace and raced against time to break into the dark corridor, unbuttoning his uniform vest as he walked.

Fresh blood oozes from the wound on his shoulder, staining the white shirt, and the bloody smell permeates in the cramped locker room without ventilation. Zhou Jin tore off the clothes sticking to the wound as if he didn't feel any pain, and changed back to his own. A dirty T-shirt.

It was too late to deal with the blood on his shirt, and he couldn't leave any clues in the building that might point to his whereabouts, so he took it for himself, held it in a ball in his hand, and slipped out of the casino along the old road. Go back to the other side of the wall.

A famished wild dog bared its teeth at Zhou Jin at the base of the wall and purred, as if it would pounce on the skinny boy at any time for dinner to satisfy his hunger.

Zhou Jin bowed his back, made a similar sound from the depth of his throat, fixedly stared at the eyes of the dog with hatred, and at the moment the dog was shaken, he took a step forward and stomped hard .

The dog started, barked and retreated.

It took a while for the cold hatred in Zhou Jin's eyes to completely dissipate.

He remembered that he had picked up a wounded border collie in the corner more than a month ago. It was dying, but its coat color was bright. It was obviously brought to Mephisto by some upper-class people, but he didn't know that the owner met him. What's the trouble, this dog was brutally thrown over from the other side of the high wall, and if it wasn't blocked by debris, it would probably have died immediately.

Zhou Jin once took this dog back to his "home". He didn't know how to take care of life, he was clumsy, and he didn't know how to treat the dog. He just tore off a piece of his own clothes and sprinkled the powder on it. Wrap the skin and flesh of the cut abdomen for the dog, and give half of the food he found to the dog.

He didn't name the dog, just called it "dog", but the dog looked at him, and the eyes became warmer day by day.

He didn't know if the dog would heal one day, and he didn't admit that there was hope in his heart, but there was hope in his heart.

Then the same hyena-like beast found his dog and devoured him alive.

When he saw it, the beast was having a full meal with relish, and half of his dog's body and painful head were left, lying bloody in the alley outside the "home".

From the overwhelming anger and hatred, Zhou Jin realized that he had developed feelings for the dog he had saved.

The animal cunningly escaped his pursuit. In the days that followed, he squatted in a dark corner to guard the animal, but finally gave up the idea of ​​killing it for revenge. He didn't need relief, he needed obsession.

Zhou Jin used sleep to relieve his hunger. Before falling asleep, he was thinking about what method he should use to make a living in the next period of time.

Today he should have continued to make deals after the "prey" took the bait: he would ask to help the fat man gamble, but he would ask for no chips and no percentage commission, only a certain amount of commission.

This is the most appropriate way to make money that he summed up from countless times of being beaten and starved.

As long as his asking price is low enough, these rich and powerful novices will not care about the money. After winning a big bet, they are mostly immersed in the joy of victory, let alone think about his identity. Such a one-time transaction, It is much safer and more concealed than taking chips: because according to the rules, he is not allowed to set foot in the casino at all, even if he finds the dark web to exchange chips, he will inevitably be targeted too many times.

Zhou Jin has been working like this for a few years, and has saved a fortune. Who knows that he will encounter a disaster today, and he doesn't know when he will be able to open his business again.

Maybe you can get into the two floors that are open to ordinary people. Although you can't gamble too much, and you can't make much money, you can maintain your appetite anyway.

The only thing to be careful is not to let that catastrophe hit you again.

When Yan Jun found Zhou Jin who was sleeping curled up in the garbage dump, he suspected at first glance that he had admitted the wrong person.

The boy tied back his head with hair that would cover his face, but it wasn't the elegant way he used to tie it in a casino.

He slept soundly in worn and thin clothes, and the rags under his head contained towels as black as dead mice, rags of various kinds, wooden boxes with torn corners, and scum The bricks have everything.

There was a pungent smell in the whole alley that made it hard to breathe. The boy seemed to be unable to smell it, and wandered through the dreamland contentedly.

Yan Jun found a protruding stone platform at the base of the wall and sat down, not at all stingy with the expensive suit he was wearing.

He patted Zhou Jin's arm to wake him up.

As soon as Zhou Jin opened his eyes, he saw the face that made him have nothing to eat tonight. His first reaction was that he was thinking about it every day and dreaming about it at night. He wished he could do whatever he wanted in his dream, and make this sharp-eyed person disgusting. Give me a beat up.

Immediately, the chaotic but familiar environment around him brought him back to his senses, realizing that seeing the mysterious man was not in a dream.

Zhou Jin got up, reached out to touch the dagger hidden in the old place, and placed it between himself and Yan Jun: this is an aggressive defensive posture.

Yan Jun lowered his eyes and took a look, pinched Zhou Jin's wrist and twisted it, as if he didn't make any effort at all, even with an understatement in his movements, Zhou Jin felt that the protruding wrist bone seemed to be stuck in a needle There was a stabbing pain, and instinctively dropped the knife.

Under the cold light cast by the lights on the other side of the wall, Zhou Jin saw that Yan Jun's eyes were shining with a threatening light.

His chest was suffocated, and he knew that he had provoked a tough opponent. No matter what Yan Jun planned to do, he would definitely not have the ability to parry.

In just two breaths, Zhou Jinping calmed down and looked at Yan Jun dormantly.

It looked like he was determined to let others slaughter him.

Yan Jun raised his eyebrows, handed the kraft paper bag in the other hand to Zhou Jin, and saw Zhou Jin subconsciously tense up as expected.

He gave a low chuckle, and raised his hand to throw the paper bag into Zhou Jin's arms. The latter caught it reflexively, only to find that it contained a thick piece of bread.

Gamblers who come here to enjoy a luxurious life seldom taste this kind of bread, but it is enough to fill you up, and it is made of "good wheat" without pebbles and gravel in it. On this side of the wall, there are homeless people The baby they couldn't ask for.

Zhou Jin was a little surprised that this man in fancy clothes knew this.

"When you were escaping, I scratched your clothes with a fluorescent agent, but unfortunately you didn't notice it," Yan Jun was very frank, and even took out the fluorescent agent in his jacket pocket to show Zhou Jin, "If you didn't take this A white shirt, I can't find you that quickly."

Zhou Jin was annoyed by the fact that he was being followed, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"I'll give you enough food, how about a few answers for you?" Zhou Jin's indifferent eyes climbed onto Yan Jun's face, he sneered briefly, and put the bread between the two of them, moving like a poker table Betting on the look: "You talk about the problem first."

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you," Yan Jun bent his lips in good faith, and used his appearance to show his affinity, "Today in the casino, did you help him win the game just by guessing?" Zhou Jin looked like He laughed out loud when he heard some ridiculous joke.

He squatted on the ground with his legs spread apart, and looked up at Yan Jun while smiling. It sounded like a hearty smile, but in fact it didn't stain his eyes at all.

His face was stained with dust and looked dirty, a pair of pupils were extraordinarily bright because of this, reminding Yan Jun of the blade under the incandescent lamp, also shining so brightly, dazzling and cruel, unreservedly Expose all malice.

"no."

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, he picked up the bread, took the dagger that fell on the ground just now, rubbed it carelessly on the pants that were not much cleaner than the ground, and then began to cut the bread.

"Tell me about how you won."

Yan Jun was not in a hurry, he looked at him leisurely and continued to be persuasive, as if he had a lot of time to deal with this young man.

As if he didn't hear it, Zhou Jin cut the bread evenly, then grabbed three pieces and put them in his mouth, spread his palms out in front of Yan Jun, and asked, "Is there any more?"