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Hearing this, Yan Jun raised his eyebrows quickly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked threateningly: "Are you making progress?" Zhou Jin lowered his head with a low smile, and fiddled with the remaining bread loaves with his fingers, the crumbs scattered , spilled on the kraft paper, and some fell to the ground.

He sat cross-legged, slightly hunched over, and seemed to be at ease, but in fact he was so nervous that he was ready to confront Yan Jun.

"I told you, I didn't guess," Zhou Jin paused meaningfully at this point, his tongue licked his back teeth one by one, and then he leaned forward, almost rubbing the tip of his nose against Yan Jun's expensive suit, "You're just using a broken thing to use my unique secret technique, doesn't it seem that you are not sincere enough?" This is a very aggressive gesture, Yan Jun does not dodge like ordinary people - not only did he not dodge, he In addition, he took the initiative to lean towards Zhou Jin, stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhou Jin's bony shoulder due to malnutrition, and pressed the wound with precision.

I could feel the boy's body trembling under his hands, obviously hurt.

But Zhou Jin didn't even make a sound, and almost completely concealed the real pain.

"Small to big, don't you think it's a bit stupid to bet too much at the beginning of the game?" Yan Jun's extremely soft voice mixed with his breathing, circling behind Zhou Jin's ears, with a slightly lazy tone , but I don’t know why it is full of unfathomable deterrence, "And you know, my principal, you can't get to the bottom of it."

Zhou Jin has held on until now, but he has actually weighed the seriousness. When he was in the casino, he had been very careful to cover up his injuries. Even so, he still let this man see it—no matter how he discovered it, it is enough to show that His dao marks are deeper than his own.

Yan Jun knew that Zhou Jin definitely had this kind of foresight, so he chose to stop at the end and give him a step down in a timely manner: "It's not worth selling your secret skills just for one or two breads, I know.

But I can give you more than that," he said, pulling out a note about half a finger wide from his front pocket, pressing it under the bread, and then let go of the young man's shoulders, "You can read, right?It's much better to find me in this place and lead you to do something big than to earn a living commission—Zhou, Jin. "

After finishing speaking, he got up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Zhou Jin also stood up, holding the knife in his hand: "My rules," he said frivolously, "If you don't cooperate with the people in the casino, you can follow your rules, right now, here, and stab me to death. "

Yan Jun turned his head to look at him, vaguely pleasantly surprised: he thought that even threats and temptations, at this level, such a little kid should obediently take the bait, but Zhou Jin remained awake.

Not only sober, but also bold.

——This is exactly what Yan Jun needs.

"Don't worry, I'm not from the casino, although my bodyguard is from the casino."

"Then who are you?" Zhou Jin frowned, trying not to look too impatient.

Yan Jun could see that he was losing his temper.

"You come to me, I'll tell you," he took a step forward, walked away without looking back, and finally said a few words to Zhou Jin, "The time limit is one week, if you don't come, you should know that I always have way to find you."

- On the outer edge of Mephisto City, separated from the road by a well-maintained artificial forest, there is a residential area called "Notos".

Maybe because it is located in the south of the city, it is named after the god of the south wind; maybe the people who live here remind people of the god who brought violent wind and rain to the world to some extent.

Anyone who has been in Notos can see the extraordinaryness of this place without anyone repeating it.

Aside from those well-designed architectural styles and fairytale-like exquisite and perfect garden layouts, the fact that such a quiet, open and stretched house can be built in this city where every inch of land is expensive is enough to show that this place The status of the occupants is prominent.

That night, when Zhou Jin saw the address written on the note, he knew it was the residence.

He didn't have the idea of ​​being reluctant, because Yan Jun actually didn't leave him any choice at all: this seemed to be an invitation to trade, but to put it bluntly, it was nothing more than forced buying and selling.

——But he really thought about it, with his face, slovenliness, and the stench that only low-class civilians have, he might not be able to enter the door of other people's residential areas at all.

But just think about it.

Zhou Jin hates being threatened by someone with a knife on his neck the most in his life. Being passive feels like falling into a swamp. You are bound by it everywhere, unable to move, but you can't get rid of it. Even survival and struggle are forced out by it Involuntary instinct.

So before going to Yan Jun, Zhou Jin felt as if his heart was torn apart: a part of him was thinking fiercely, he might as well die and refuse to submit, at most let this disaster star come to him again and kill himself directly, this is so bad The stinking life can be considered a clean and refreshing end; another part of him is thinking about the "big business" that Yan Jun talked about: if he can get a considerable amount of money, he can leave this place many years earlier than planned. Purgatory.

Although Yan Jun's words are groundless, Zhou Jin can't convince himself that he really has nothing to do with the casino, but what if - at the gambling table, winning a big bet, isn't it the same "what if" ?As a result of the two contradictions, he finally stood on the side of the wide avenue leading to "Notos", but dressed in rags, declaring his resistance in this extremely childish way.

The security guard looked at him strangely, and he stared back provocatively, with an indifferent sneer on his face.

"Who are you looking for?" "Looking for NO.13."

Zhou Jin said.

The security guard stopped talking, and looked around Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin felt agitated when he saw him, clicked his tongue, and said in a sharp and ironic tone: "You can either call them and ask if they want to receive me; or just drive me away, what can you tell by looking at me like this? What about it?——Or do you think my clothes will turn into high-end dresses after a few more glances?" The security guard was obviously reluctant to adopt his suggestion, but he saw with sharp eyes that the owner of NO.13 was not there. far away.

It was Yan Jun who came.

After getting closer, he nodded expressionlessly at the security guard who had already put on a polite smile, and turned around and said to Zhou Jin, "Welcome."

Before he finished speaking, he had already leisurely walked towards the residential area, Zhou Jin followed behind him without hesitation, he didn't even bother to look up all the way, as if walking on such a luxurious land boundary, following him In the desolate and dreary dark alleys of the town it was really no different.

NO.13 is a small four-story building with a high and narrow porch vault, and the entrance door is equipped with the oldest type of lock that needs to be opened and closed by a key.

Yan Jun went up to open the door himself.

The whole building, including the yard, was inhabited by no one other than him, no attendant, no steward, no family.

The building had the gray smell of an unpopular house.

Zhou Jin followed Yan Jun into the small reception room on the second floor. After he sat down, Yan Jun poured himself a glass of red wine without discrimination, and poured him the same glass.

The sofa is surrounded by a large thick mahogany coffee table on three sides.

He sat in the guest seat on one side, and Yan Jun sat in the adjacent host seat.

Looking from Zhou Jin's position, one could see lush vines covering the windowsill railings. The plants were well trimmed and the branches were thick and thick, but they grew in an orderly manner according to what the owner wanted.

Yan Jun lit a strange-looking cigarette, which was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger. He was the only one sitting on the exaggeratedly large couch. His posture was stretched and lazy, and the elbow on the side holding the wine rested on the On the edge of the backrest, he twisted the wine glass with four fingers from the mouth of the glass, swinging back and forth.

After waiting for a few minutes, Yan Jun didn't speak.

Zhou Jinbai took a sip of his wine boredly, and began to stare at the green plants outside the window in a daze.

His every move was seen by Yan Jun, but Yan Jun was not in a hurry, and boiled him like an eagle.

In less than 10 minutes, Zhou Jin couldn't sit still.

Yan Jun observed with great interest that even when Zhou Jin lost his patience, he would not move around like most people, and he had no intention of actively breaking the silence, but he would clenched his fists firmly, with arms on his arms. The muscles of his body were collapsed into sharp lines, and his eyes, which were like lifeless glass beads, would burst out with extremely aggressive light.

Reminiscent of a young cheetah a second before predation.

"You saw through the croupier's little trick that day," Yan Jun finally said, "She made cards very fast, but you memorized almost every move.

You can even capture the situation in the shuffler, which is not easy. "

Zhou Jin made a "cut", fell back, and leaned on the back of the sofa: "Since you already know, why are you looking for me?" Yan Jun twitched his lips slightly, and continued to state: "But you only look at You're underestimating her hand making ability by letting that man go all-in for a pair after beating her four hands.

If you watched two more games that day, you would know that you can't bet like that. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhou Jin leisurely, as if he knew that these few words would arouse the other party's interest.

Sure enough, Zhou Jin's expression changed, and he looked back at Yan Jun questioningly.

However, what made Zhou Jin's anger suddenly increase was that the conversation had just touched a critical point, which aroused his curiosity, but Yan Jun didn't realize it, and changed the subject in a disappointing way: "You were very lucky to win that day." of.

——In the gambling game, people who rely on luck alone do not win much, but if there is no luck, people with 52 cards*, 54 cards*, or even 430 cards* on a table, no matter how good they are, may not be able to count. Guaranteed to win the game. "

Zhou Jin gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Jun. His eyes with long and sharp upper lines suppressed all publicity at this moment, and looked back at him as calmly as a pool of deep water.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Zhou Jin asked sharply.

"I'm convincing you to join the game," Yan Jun turned his eyes away, pressed and pushed his hands, threw the wine glass on the table, took out a piece of paper from the side tray, and carefully wiped off the wine splashed on his fingertips. He then picked out two silver collectible coins from the plate, spread them out on the palm of his hand and handed them to Zhou Jin, "Pick one, let's play a game."

* Note: 52 cards: According to the rules of Texas Hold'em, a deck of cards must be picked out of the big king and the king 54 cards: the number of normal cards is 432 cards: some card gambling (Baccarat, etc.) can use up to eight decks of cards