Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

After signing the agreement, the game officially started. Victor and Vincent became focused. The casino was extremely quiet, only the sound of cards being dealt and flopping.

Fred didn't know how to play cards. Seeing that the dealer dealt two hidden cards to each of them, the two wiped the cards in front of themselves, covered each other's sight with their hands, raised the corner of the cards with their thumbs, and peeked mysteriously. After a while, the dealer invents cards one by one, and each time a card is dealt, both of them can push a chip to the middle to bet.Before each round of betting, the two will think for a while, sometimes betting, sometimes folding.The dealer deals a total of five face cards. If the face cards are all dealt out and neither of them folds, they will turn over the bottom cards and compare the cards. The dealer will say that three of a kind wins two, and a flush wins a straight.After a few rounds, Vincent and Victor came and went, winning or losing.

Fred was not interested in playing poker. After watching a few games, he vaguely understood it, but he didn't quite understand it. However, he relaxed a little bit. He found that Victor's card skills against Vincent didn't seem to be the same. Don't get the upper hand.

As the number of games increased, Fred leaned back in his chair and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up and looked at his watch, it was already 6:00 in the morning. The two people who were betting against each other were still very focused, and the chips in front of them had not changed much.Looking around again, the security guards seem to have changed a group, still standing upright.

"Aren't gamblers tired?" Fred thought helplessly. He felt a sore neck, so he got up to move around. At this moment, his stomach growled.

"Sir, please come to the restaurant for dinner." A security guard said to Fred.

"What about them?" Fred asked.

The security guard shook his head.

"Then I won't go either." He took a sip of the hot coffee he put next to him, and picked up another piece of cake, but he couldn't swallow it.

The gamble went on for another four hours. Fred looked at the chips in front of the two of them. Vincent seemed to have a little more, but there was no obvious difference. He could only fix his eyes on the oil painting "School of Athens" on the wall. Slowly count the characters inside: Aristotle, Socrates, Plato, Pythagoras...

He was staring at the oil painting in a daze. Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw a security guard: "Mr. Kohler, take a look at Mr. Sheard, is he sick?"

Fred looked at Victor beside him, and saw that his face was pale, his forehead was sweating, his eyes were scattered, and his body was trembling. Could it be that he had a cold?

He reached out and probed his forehead. The temperature was normal, so he asked softly, "Victor, what's wrong?"

"Insulin!" Victor kept trembling, groping for the windbreaker pocket on the back of the chair.

All eyes were on Victor, and Fred immediately took out the box for him, opened it, and said, "When did you get diabetes..."

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately realized that three months ago, the Mirror had reported the news of Victor's drug use. As the most famous detective in London, this incident became a sensational topic in the streets and alleys.No wonder the security guards showed strange smiles when they found the drugs. It is estimated that many of the gamblers who came to gamble were carrying syringes!

Victor reached for the small bottle of white powder.

Although the newspapers have been speculating for a long time, Fred never believed that Victor would take drugs, and Victor also denied that he took drugs in front of him. At this time, seeing Victor holding a white powder bottle, the drug use turned out to be true of!Anger suddenly surged in his heart, he opened Victor's hand, grabbed the box to cover it, and stared at Victor fiercely.

Victor froze for a moment, staring at the box in Fred's hand with begging eyes, yawning again and again, tears streaming out, his body shaking.

After a stalemate for a while, seeing Victor's pitiful appearance, Fred couldn't bear it, and put the box back into Victor's hand.

Victor grabbed the box, leaned on the back of the chair, stood up tremblingly, and stumbled into the bathroom next to him.

After a while, Victor came back with a contented smirk on his face and sank into his chair.

Vincent kept frowning, staring intently at this scene.Seeing Victor paralyzed there and no longer awake, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Drag that addict out and cut off his hand!" After finishing speaking, he stood up easily, as if preparing to leave.

Two security guards stepped forward, grabbed Victor's arm, and were about to pull him away. Victor smiled at them smirking.

"Stop!" Fred yelled to stop them, then turned to Vincent: "Mr. Valentine, did he lose?"

"No, but if he doesn't continue to gamble, of course he has lost!" Vincent said indifferently.

"Does your agreement stipulate how long you have to place chips?" Fred continued to question.

Vincent gave Fred a charming look, smiled, and said, "Mr. Kohler, it's impolite for you to interrupt casually, isn't it? This is between me and him!" The two security guards pushed him away and continued to delay. Victor.

"Hahaha," Fred laughed loudly, "I didn't expect the famous gambling king Vincent to win the cards by such dishonest tricks!"

"Hahaha" Vincent also laughed, a woman's face smiling like a peach blossom.

After a while, he stopped laughing, looked at Fred coldly, and said, "If Mr. Kohler is willing to send him a hand first, I can continue to gamble after he wakes up."

"Okay, take it!" Fred stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Vincent made a few gestures to Henry, the manager beside him, waved his hand casually, and said calmly: "In this case, take Mr. Kohler out and comfort Klaus with his hand, maybe he is hungry now! After that junkie sobers up, continue to gamble!"

The dealer immediately covered the dealt cards with a transparent cover.

The two security guards let go of Victor and stood beside Fred. Fred looked at Victor and leaned on the chair in a daze, turning a blind eye to what happened around him, turning a deaf ear, feeling very sad in his heart, but he was outnumbered , had no choice but to say loudly: "Vincent, you keep your word. If you don't follow the rules, you won't be called a gambling king, but only a ladyboy!"

After hearing Fred's words, Vincent let out a disdainful cold snort, and gave a slight signal to Henry. Henry clenched his fists and rushed over quickly, aiming at Fred's temple hard.Fred's head buzzed, his eyes were full of stars, and he lost consciousness immediately.

A moment later, "bang", there was a gunshot from the room next to it, followed by the barking of a wolf dog, as if it was eating.

Henry and two security guards walked into the hall.A security guard said to Vincent: "Sir, it's fixed! Feed Klaus!"

Vincent smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

The lounge next to it opened, Henry accompanied Vincent in, and closed the door.