Jiaohua

Chapter 277 Waiting there
The boss's worries are unnecessary.

The three of them finished eating quickly, put down the copper plate and left.

The few people at the next table were still talking loudly, talking all over the world. Although the voice was loud, it was easily swallowed by the noise of the street and disappeared soon.

Back at the inn, Lao Tong was the last one and closed the door.

Zhi Changle went to close the window sash, and the light in the room dimmed most of it in an instant.

"Ali's situation is very bad," Zhi Changle said, "What should I do?"

"I don't know," Old Tong frowned, "There must be ghosts in here."

"Shall we go back to Qingque Pavilion first and wait for news?"

"I don't know." Old Tong said the same way, looking at Pang Yi.

The swarthy man had no expression on his face, standing quietly with the knife in his hand.

"Pang Yi, what do you think?"

Pang Yi glanced at him and shook his head.

"I thought Ah Li would become a great hero." Zhi Changle sat down at the table and said, "She has made such great achievements in Peifeng, she should be rewarded with a lot of money, but why did she become a wanted criminal instead?" .”

Old Tong didn't speak any more.

The room fell silent, after a while, Old Tong said: "Go to Qingque Pavilion, just wait there."

He went to the cabinet and took out a small package, and there was a faint and crisp sound of pearls and jade pendants inside.

Old Tong walked towards the door: "Let's go."

It was still bright when we came out, and the smell of freshly steamed pastries wafted from the side of the road. A dozen or so children surrounded the peddler, holding one or two copper coins in each hand, looking eagerly at the plum cake in the peddler's hand.

"It seems delicious," Zhi Changle said, "How about we buy some too?"

"Well, buy it." Old Tong walked over without saying a word.

"It's my turn, it's my turn!" cried a little boy, lifting up the copper plate inside his hand.

"I came first, it's up to me!" Another child shouted.

Everyone scrambled to squeeze in, and a big hand pushed them away at once.

"Go aside," Lao Tong shouted, putting the copper coins in his hand on the stall, "give me five!"

"Who is it?" a little boy said in a low voice.

"That's right, Bai is getting older."

Old Tong's eyes swept away, and he stared at him fiercely, and the children suddenly fell silent.

The peddler didn't dare to offend the tall and burly man with scars on his face, so he quickly wrapped up the pastry and handed it over.

Old Tong took it, turned around and came back, stopped after a few steps, and looked across the street.

There is a gambling house over there, there are many people coming in and out, and the inside is full of shouting.

"What's wrong?" Zhi Changle asked, also looking over there.

Old Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "I saw those people again."

Pang Yi was taken aback, and then looked up.

"Go in," Old Tong said, "How about we go in and have a look?"

"I still can't do it," Zhi Changle murmured, "I'm going to you guys, I'm going to die anyway in my life and I won't be able to enter a gambling house."

"Forget it, it doesn't have much to do with us," Lao Tong put the wrapped pastry into his arms and said, "Let's go."

Pang Yi frowned: "I want to go and see."

"Are you going?" Zhi Changle looked at him.

"Well, I will look for you in half an hour. If you are not in Qingque Pavilion, I will go back to the inn."

After speaking, Pang Yi turned and left.

"Strange," Zhi Changle looked at his figure, and said, "Why is he so active towards these people?"

Lao Tong shook his head, looked at the door of the gambling house over there, and said in a low voice: "I also think these people are very strange."

The people they were talking about had bumped into each other at the Congyun market back then, and they had met them several times along the way, and they became familiar even if they were not familiar.

"Let's go," Zhi Changle said, "Let's go first."

Old Tong withdrew his gaze, said "um", and walked away.

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"Press big or small!"

"It's time to close! Speed, speed!"

"Zi Chou is not happy, play Xuhai today!"

"Abort! It's an abort!"

……

There are all kinds of yelling in the gambling house, and there are all kinds of weird games.

After Pang Yi came in, he stood at a gambling table casually. While betting, he looked around calmly and saw those people walking towards the hall on the other side.

The game ended quickly, and Pang Yi doubled his win. After collecting the money, he turned around and went to another gaming table.

Some of the men around me laughed, some scolded, and the noise made my ears uncomfortable.

After Pang Yi won another round, he walked towards another hall.

Those men stopped at a gambling table full of people, with a look of impatience on their faces.

The man in front who was playing a game of gambling seemed to be their companion.

Among the men standing behind, there were two Pang Yi who had pretended not to know each other when they met in Xiangjuan Mountain.

Pang Yi withdrew his gaze and continued to bet with no expression on his face.

That man is not very lucky, he keeps losing, the more he loses, the more he wants to get back his money, and his temper grows.

The companion behind him urged him several times, but he refused to leave, or let others go first.

Pang Yi remained silent and continued to bet. He was surprisingly lucky and almost never lost.

If it happened to other customers like this, the thugs from the casino would have been watching them long ago, but the big knife on Pang Yi's back frightened them.

After about two sticks of incense passed, the man's companion finally ran out of patience and stepped forward to pull.

This person had already lost his eyes, and shook off his companion's hand: "Leave me alone!"

This roar is louder, and it can be heard from here.

Pang Yi's fists were clenched slightly, and his brows were furrowed.

This accent, this is the accent!
Normally, he could pretend, but under such urgency, the accent came out in an instant.

Several companions were yelled at by him, and immediately became more annoyed, and went up to pull him.

The people around moved aside, but gamblers were the least afraid of big troubles, and many people came here in cliques, so many people booed from the sidelines.

Pang Yi didn't look over, trying to keep his eyes on the game.

The more they quarreled, the more fierce they became, but compared to the accent that blurted out before, the curses that followed were as round as possible with the accent of the capital city.

After dragging on for a long time, it too affected the business of the casino, and the thugs of the casino finally came out to maintain the situation, telling them to either leave or be quiet.

The gambler's arrogance gradually died down, and he was dragged away by his companions.

Pang Yi just started this game, and Pang Yi won again.

He confiscated the money this time. On the contrary, he took out half of the money he won today and put it on the table, saying: "If you lose, it's mine. If you win, it's for you. Those who see it will have a share."

All the people who had been looking at him in displeasure stopped for a while, and then they all laughed and shouted: "Brother, what a shame!"

"Big brother's hands are really red!"

"Are you going?"

"Should we invite some of our brothers to drink tonight?"

……

Pang Yi didn't reply and left directly.

"It's still a man who understands the rules." Someone behind him said.

"Come, come, let's gamble, bet! Hurry up!" the dealer shouted.

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(End of this chapter)