Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

In October 2008, the autumn colors were thick, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the earth was bleak, the grass began to wither and yellow, the leaves were thinning, and the autumn wind gusts rolled up the fallen leaves and danced in the air.

Eastern suburbs of London.The Haidili clubhouse, an elegant large five-story manor, is surrounded by a golden jungle, and luxury cars come and go in and out of the forest road leading to the manor.This manor, which is registered as a clubhouse, is actually the largest underground casino in London. The people who come to gamble here are mainly celebrities from the European business, entertainment and political circles.

At 20:00 in the evening, a dark blue Mercedes-Benz SUV drove to the gate of the manor, and a strong security guard in uniform walked up to the car.

The driver handed over a card, and the security guard took it over, matched the person with the photo on the card, and said respectfully, "Mr. Victor, welcome!"

He swiped the card reader in his hand and returned the card to the driver. The gate of the manor opened automatically, and the Mercedes-Benz drove into the manor, followed the winding road, and entered the underground garage.

Two people got out of the car, one tall and one short, both about [-] years old, wearing the same style of black windbreaker, as soon as they landed, their alert eyes wandered around.

The tall one, named Victor Sheard, is the most famous detective in London today; the short one is Victor's old friend Fred Kohler, whom Victor met more than ten years ago when he was practicing shooting Because of the similar age and similar interests, the two became best friends.

Today, Victor came to participate in a pre-arranged gamble. The opponent was the CEO of the casino, the famous European gambling king, and the most cold-blooded murder intermediary Vincent Valentine in legend. Fred listened to Victor's speech Knowing that the bet was more or less auspicious, he insisted on asking to come with him.

At the elevator entrance of the garage, there were two burly men with dignified faces standing on the left and right, with earphones clipped to their ears and sensor sticks in their hands. They saw Victor Sheard coming and motioned for them to accept the inspection.

The two raised their arms, and the security guards searched them carefully separately, found pistols, mobile phones and other items, and put them into a black bag.

On Victor, the security found a small box with the words insulin written on the outside.The security guard opened the box, and there were two small bottles inside, one filled with a clear liquid and the other filled with a white powder, with a syringe next to it.

"I have diabetes and need regular injections." Victor explained proactively.

Fred looked at him in surprise.

The security showed a understanding smile and returned the small box to Victor.

After confirming that there were no other problems, the two security guards packed their belongings, printed out two receipts with code strips, one for Victor, and one for the item bag, turned around and swiped their cards, and the elevator door opened.

When they reached the top floor, there were already two security guards waiting for them, leading them to the entrance of a hall and pushing the door open.

"Gentlemen, please come in!"

In the hall, the luxurious crystal chandeliers, ceiling lamps and wall lamps are all turned on, making it bright.In the middle of the hall is a large long table surrounded by large leather seats. On the wall directly opposite is a 7-meter-wide imitation medieval oil painting, Raphael's "School of Athens", with the main seats on the left and right. There is an electronic screen on the back of the seat and the guest seat, occupying two-thirds of the wall area.

On both sides of the hall, against the walls, stood two rows of muscular men in black suits, with their hands clasped on their lower abdomen, with indifferent expressions.

In the middle of the long table, facing the door, sat three middle-aged men in brown suits and bow ties. The table sign in front of them was written as a dealer. When they saw Victor enter, they stood up together.

On the host's seat on the right side of the long table, a young and fashionable woman sat sideways, making gestures with a man standing beside her.

Victor and Fred entered the door, and the security guard informed her. The woman turned to them with a cold light in her eyes. After quickly scanning the two of them, a friendly smile appeared on the woman's face.

She stood up gracefully, stepped out of her seat and faced the two, followed by the man beside her.The woman's golden curly hair hangs down her shoulders, her skin is as thick as fat, and it will break instantly with a blow. Her smile makes the delicate and beautiful features vivid, and her crystal clear eyes are shining.She is slender and about the same height as the man next to her. A three-dimensional cut black casual top wraps around her slender and soft waist, and a beige knitted skirt with a leaf-shaped sparkling rhinestone reveals her exquisite round buttocks. Stepping on a pair of bright stiletto high heels, her straight and slender beautiful legs alternately step out from the knitted skirt with a split front left.The man behind her was strong and handsome, but she was not rendered soft and boneless. Instead, she exuded a strong aura, making the gorgeous hall dull.

"It turns out that Vincent is a woman, so beautiful!" Fred exclaimed in a low voice. He had heard of the gambling king, but he had never met him, let alone a woman.When I saw him today, the gambling king's beauty really shocked him.

"No, he's a man, just a transvestite." Victor replied.

"Ouch——" Fred let out a low cry of astonishment, his eyes moved to his chest, the small V-neck of the casual suit was open to his chest, his fair and long neck was not wearing any accessories, and his slightly protruding collarbone followed his chest. Walking around and disappearing under the collar, one can't help but feel that flat chest is the most fashionable and sexy in the world.

Walking in front of the two of them, Vincent stretched out his hand gracefully, and a faint fragrance came to his nostrils.Victor reached out and gently shook his woman's silky hand.

Vincent pointed to the guest seat next to him, and said, "Mr. Victor, Mr. Fred, I have heard about these two great names for a long time, and it is a great honor to meet you today. Please sit down!"

He spoke slowly, with a hoarse and neutral voice, which drilled into Fred's ears, making him feel a little out of place, and it was difficult to match this voice with the beautiful appearance of a woman.

"This is Henry Randy, the croupier." Vincent pointed to the man beside him, who smiled and bowed to them.

Victor stared at Vincent and the man beside him for a while, then sat down.Fred sat on his right.Vincent and Henry returned to the main seat and sat down.

The big screen lights up and broadcasts live events from the casino.

Two enchanting women in short skirts held two trays and placed coffee, tea and snacks beside them.

The two dealers sent a document and a pen to Victor and Vincent respectively, and the screen showed that the two were flipping through the documents. The two identical gambling agreements only needed to be signed.

Vincent gracefully signed his name.

Victor read the content of the agreement carefully, signed his name on Party B, and the two parties exchanged document signatures.

When Victor was reading the agreement, Fred was also watching. The betting clause in it shocked him a lot: Party A and Party B voluntarily agreed to each hold 1000 million betting chips, and the one who wins the other party’s 1000 million chips wins.The loser will break a hand and execute it on the spot in the casino.Both parties promise to play honestly. If there is any fraudulent behavior, the fraudster will bear all the consequences, including but not limited to never leaving the estate.

Fred's heart immediately hangs, is Victor crazy?The opponent is a well-known gambling king in Europe!