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"Hello." Skalevin looked innocently at the frightened croupier, "You've spilled your wine."

"Oh, shit." The old man lowered his head and wiped his clothes casually, feeling that if possible, he would like to put this piece of cloth in his mouth and suck it. "Boy, who are you? There is no mommy here to provide you with milk. How could that kid let you in?" The old man said fiercely to Skalevin.

It's really a pair of father and son, they all said the same thing, such a sentence flashed in Skalevin's mind.

"It's not written outside that minors can't come in?" Scarlett pretended to be stupid.

After all, the old man has a lot of experience, not to mention that he noticed that the thugs and bodyguards around him didn't seem to have seen this illegal behavior... You know, the rules of the casino are very strict, no matter what methods this kid uses, it is not him. A small charge of functional tube.

Thinking of this, the old man regained his original expression, took out the bottle and took a sip, and said, "I don't care who you are, but if you dare to make trouble in Old Brown's place, hehe..."

You're overthinking, said Scarlevin's eyes. "I'm here to make money." She took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket and waved them in front of the old man.

The old man glanced at it, closed his mouth, picked up the wine bottle and took another sip.

Standing on the wooden door like this, Skalevin seemed to stand out from the crowd, but who would care?Even if a few people were surprised by her, it was only for a moment, and soon they devoted themselves to the ring.Money, beauties, and blood are always the reasons that can drive men crazy.

The game was over quickly, and the crowd who bet here quickly flocked up.

"Number One, Number One!"

"Give me money quickly!"

"Ahahaha, I won, I won, give me the money!"

"Give the money!"

Everyone said the same thing to the old man behind the high platform.

Facing the crowd of crazy gamblers, the old man didn't panic. He was used to accepting receipts with one hand, and stuffing crumpled banknotes into dirty hands with the other, while talking loudly and familiarly. The gamblers scolded each other.

Scarlevin stepped on the hand of a man who wanted to touch her in troubled waters, silently exerting force, the man let out a muffled scream, and was quickly squeezed out by the others.Her indifferent expression and the ruthlessness of stepping on other people's fingers made more people with "thoughts" shrink back quietly, especially when they saw that the old man behind the high platform was not ready to meddle in other people's business.

The man lying on the ground in the ring has been dragged away, the host began to introduce the next pair of players, and a new round of betting began again.Scareven took advantage of the geographical advantage to see two burly men jumping into the ring, and chose one intuitively.

"I want to vote for that bald head." Scaleven threw a roll of money into the old man's arms, "Five hundred pounds."

The old man was taken aback, and he said angrily, "We have a small business here, but no one bets so big." Having said that, he didn't return the money to Skalevin, but directly stuffed to the drawer, then tore off a small ticket and handed it to Skalevin.

"Decided to leave." The old man said gloatingly.

Skalevin didn't care, the first one was just a familiarization with the gambling sense, she had confidence in her eyesight.Sure enough, after three rounds, the bald head that Scarleven had his eyes on won, although it was a miserable victory.

The second time... won.

The third time... won.

For the fourth time... won.

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The old man's face turned green.

Where did this brat come from? Could it be that the enemy sent him to play with him?

There are obviously four croupiers, why only entertain him with one?Don't you know that salary is linked to performance?

It's fine if you have money, but luck is so good... Do you want to go to heaven!

"Which one is it this time!" The old man asked angrily.At this time, there were two people in the ring, a short man with an arrogant attitude, showing his muscles around the stage from time to time; a tall man with a tired face, looking like a decadent tramp, wearing an old coat and an old shirt , he carefully put his coat on the chair outside the ring and was taking off his shirt.A lot of people beside him slobbered and laughed at him for being prudish and sissy...he ignored him.

"Whoever bet on the high one, I'll give you the money if you win." Scaleven threw two hundred pounds into the old man's arms, but jumped off the wooden door and squeezed towards the ring.

"Hey!" The old man blurted out and stuffed the money into his pocket calmly.

Skalevin squeezed over, and the fight was already on the field. She pretended to be curious and squeezed to the chair where the tall player put his clothes. When no one noticed, she secretly turned the two clothes upside down, and then I found a long, thin... wooden stick in a hidden pocket of the coat, but this wooden stick is different from other wooden sticks, of course not because of the pattern on it, but because this stick seems to have a faint magic.Scarlevan slipped the stick back into its place again.

At this time, it seemed that the winner was about to be decided in the arena.Although the short man was not tall, it was obvious that he had the upper hand at this time, and he defeated the fake gentleman.The tall man's face was covered in blood. He put his arm in front of his head and blocked the opponent's fist, as if he had no power to fight back. However, Skalevin was short, but he saw a calm expression on his face , there must be something behind.

Sure enough, the short man's punching style gradually slowed down, and the moment he changed his footsteps, the tall man moved, and he punched the short man with a left hook, which immediately knocked the short man into a daze.While the short man was dizzy, the tall man punched again.This time, everyone could see the difference. The short man punched the tall man dozens of times, and he still stood there undisturbed, but he was already dizzy and unable to support himself after being punched a few times by others. .

This tall man is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger~ so ruthless!I like it~ The gamblers suddenly burst into new enthusiasm, and they immediately called out the tall man's name loudly... pseudonym?who cares!

Seeing that the tall man who won took the money from the referee, Skalevin didn't hold up the banknotes to show off like other winners, but just rolled up the money and wiped the face Blood, put on clothes and go outside.Scarlett immediately followed quietly.

The man walking in front was very vigilant, and Skalevin could only wear a hood and wear it from a distance. Seeing him dodging and turning into an alleyway, Skalevin said badly in secret, and didn't care about being exposed. I caught up.

Sure enough, it was too late to chase after him. Although it was a dead end, the man had disappeared.Scarlett was heartbroken, finally saw an adult wizard, still alive, and let him run away just like that!If I had known, I would have stolen his little wooden stick just now, and it must be very precious if it was hidden so tightly. _(:3"∠)_

Scarlevin stomped her feet fiercely, and quickly adjusted her mentality.Forget it, if there is one, there will be two, she will concentrate on searching for a few years, can't she meet the second one?It's just that she didn't understand wizards and magic power enough before. She didn't know that there are other ways to use magic power. Wizards also have the ability to teleport, um...she is proud.

Thinking of this, Skalevin regained her indifference, and turned to face the half-sized boys who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.In fact, it can’t be said that it was sudden. These boys have been following Scarlevin since she left the casino. ... She happened to be full of anger and had nowhere to vent it.

"Boy, you came out of there just now, you must have earned a few? Take it all out, save me, and save your pain." The leading boy is not good-looking, but he can use the street behind the casino as a contract land Yes, there must be two brushes in hand... It's a pity that they met Skalevin this time.

Scarlevin threw back her hood, "Get it if you can." Simple and straightforward.

A few minutes later, five or six boys in their teens were lying on the ground panting. Skalevin squatted down, patted the face of the leading boy, and asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

The boy stared at Skalevin and said nothing. He couldn't believe that it was this skinny kid who threw him down. He didn't even know how he fell down. He only knew that he saw the blue sky for a moment, and then...then he It was already lying on the ground.

"Can you rob here, are you the boss of this area?" Skalewen didn't need anyone's answer, "Although I'm a little clever, and the Mingli world is not bad, but it's much more stupid than I imagined." She stood up, The boy also got up, and his subordinates also got up one after another when they saw this, but because Skalevin wanted to show his prestige before, he hit hard, and the boys stood a little reluctantly.

Skalevin didn't look at the others, but asked the boy in the lead, "Do you want to change?"

"Change?" The boy raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "Changing what? How? It's up to you?"

"Of course not. No one can change others. If you want to change, you can only rely on yourself." Skalevin said impatiently, "But I am willing to provide a little help. If you don't want it, just pretend I didn't say it." She pulled out a roll of money, five hundred pounds.

"What do you want us to do?" The boy licked his lips, knowing that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"I want to know who is in charge of this street, and all the information you can collect about him." Skalevin casually found a topic and threw the money over, "What's your name?"

"Belif." The boy licked his lips again. This is a lot of money, and it will take them a long time if they plan it well, but... "Aren't you afraid that I will take the money and run away?"

"If you really do this, just pretend that I threw the money into the Thames and listen to it." Scaleven quickly said, "But you will only be like this for the rest of your life, doesn't it matter?"

Belive hooked the corner of his mouth clearly, knowing what the kid in front of him meant, but... such a small kid came to this kind of place to find his subordinates, there must be a huge family behind him support it.Belif lowered his eyes, suppressing the slight jealousy in his heart, he has no right to be jealous now.

"Then how can I contact you?" Belif stuffed the money into his pocket and asked, "I don't know your name yet."

"You can call me... a wizard. When you have the result, post it on the blackboard of the found object at King's Cross Station. I saw that the contact time and location will be written on the back." Scaleven gestured with her fingers.

"..." Bellif said in embarrassment, "I can't write."

"Then write a w, you will always do that, right?" Skalevin didn't find it strange, "It doesn't matter if you can't write now, but if you want to go further, learn it. Don't tell me you can't understand time ... Oh, yes, the address, forget it, the place to meet is the 'Miracle' coffee shop opposite the station."

Belif nodded with a blue face, agreeing.

Just as Scareven left the alley, he heard the cheers of other boys inside.

"Belif, how much money do you have?"

"Great, Belif, we've got money."

"Quick, show me quickly, Belif... oh~~~~ That kid is too generous."

"...Get the hell out of here! Listen up..."

Scarleven didn't need to know the details of Belif's discipline of his subordinates. If he could succeed, he might be a help, but if not... she would only lose five hundred pounds.