Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Neither of them spoke, but neither was willing to concede to the other.

Big B sat in the middle, caught in a dilemma.

I wanted to say a few words for Thirteen Sister, but I was afraid of offending Liang Kun, since Liang Kun is now on Mr. Jiang's side.

As you can see, when fighting camels, only Liang Kun is there.

Jiang Tiansheng asked, "Big B, contact Hao Nan as soon as possible. I need him back."

Big B nodded: "Understood."

"Go back, everyone, and be prepared. Dongxing won't let this go."

The crowd stood up and filed out.

Big B was walking at the back when Jiang Tiansheng called out to him, "Big B, stay behind for a moment."

Big B stopped and turned around: "Mr. Jiang, is there anything else?"

Jiang Tiansheng was silent for a moment before speaking, "How's Haonan doing lately?"

Big B was taken aback, wondering why Jiang Tiansheng suddenly asked this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Hao Nan's injuries haven't healed yet; he's still recovering."

"Your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Jiang Tiansheng frowned. "He killed seventy or eighty people and still survived. How long will it take for his injuries to heal?"

Big B sensed the doubt in Jiang Tiansheng's words and quickly explained, "Mr. Jiang, Haonan is really badly injured. He's covered in bandages and can't get out of bed."

Jiang Tiansheng stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay, tell him to take good care of his injuries. Once he's recovered, he can come see me again."

Big B breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Jiang Tiansheng watched his retreating figure, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke.

Chan Ho-nam, are you really seriously injured, or do you just not want to come out?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Regardless, Chan Ho-nam is a member of Hung Hing, and he is one of his men.

As long as he doesn't betray Hung Hing or himself, that's fine.

Andy Lau has been living in a daze lately.

Ever since that day on the mountaintop when that eight-year-old boy pointed an axe at his nose and taught him a lesson, he felt like his soul had been ripped out.

"Money, it's all about money, money, money, money. Without money, you are nothing."

He had thought about money before, but never to the point of madness.

After rescuing the man who rolled down the hillside, she carried him for miles along the mountain road and settled him in the dilapidated house she rented.

The man was unconscious for three days and three nights. When he woke up, his eyes were unfocused, and he was drooling, looking like a fool.

Andy Lau wiped his face, fed him water, and changed his dressing.

He didn't know why he was doing these things. Maybe it was because of the expensive suit, or maybe it was because of that vague dream of becoming a "noble person".

The man woke up, but his mind seemed to be damaged.

Andy Lau gave him the nickname "Brother Fat" because he believed that this person would definitely become rich in the future and bring him along to get rich.

But Chow Yun-fat loves chocolate, and he quickly ran out of money.

He can't go back to being a hoodlum anymore, and he doesn't want to go back to Seventh Brother's place either.

He needs to find a way to make money.

"I want to eat chocolate."

"Chocolate, chocolate, you should be called chocolate."

Andy Lau was angry at Chow Yun-fat for his lack of ambition, but seeing his foolish appearance, he couldn't bear it and silently touched the twenty dollars in his pocket.

"Come on, I'll take you to earn money to buy chocolate."

Upon hearing this, Chow Yun-fat was overjoyed and shouted, "Buy chocolate! Buy chocolate!"

Big Fool's casino was located deep in an alley. Two burly men with tattooed arms and cigarettes stood at the entrance, clearly not good guys.

Hua Zai had come here a few times before, but lost all the few dozen dollars he had left, and never dared to come again.

Today, he came again, with his last twenty yuan in his pocket.

He wanted to take a gamble.

Otherwise, we'll be eating dirt.

"Hey, Andy Lau?"

The burly man at the door recognized him. "Here to deliver money again?"

Andy Lau smiled, said nothing, and pulled Chow Yun-fat inside.

The burly man glanced at him and frowned. "Who's this?"

"My cousin."

Andy Lau said, "He has some mental issues, so I brought him out to see the world."

The big man didn't ask any questions and lifted the curtain to let them in.

The casino wasn't large, but it had everything you needed.

Several card tables were shrouded in smoke.

Andy Lau pulled Chow Yun-fat to a poker table and sat down.

The dealer's eyes were cold. He glanced at Andy Lau, then at Chow Yun-fat, and his lips twitched. "Andy Lau, did you bring an idiot to gamble?"

Andy Lau smiled and said, "He's not stupid, he's my cousin."

The scarred-faced dealer didn't say anything and started dealing the cards.

Andy Lau exchanged his 20 dollars for two 10-dollar chips.

He threw a card onto the table, and the dealer dealt him two cards.

He glanced at it; it was a pair of eights.

He bet ten dollars.

The dealer looked at his cards and called.

Deal the cards, flip the cards, and Andy Lau wins.

Twenty becomes forty.

He bet twenty again and won again.

From forty to eighty.

He kept betting and kept winning.

Eighty becomes one hundred and sixty, one hundred and sixty becomes three hundred and twenty.

Andy Lau's heart was beating faster and faster, and his hands began to tremble.

He didn't know if he was just lucky or if the dealer was deliberately letting him win.

But he dared not stop, because he needed money.

Chow Yun-fat, sitting next to him, suddenly reached out and took a card from the table. The dealer frowned: "What are you doing?"

Chow Yun-fat didn't say anything, but simply turned the card over; it was an Ace.

Andy Lau was stunned. He looked at Chow Yun-fat, then at the card.

Chow Yun-fat grinned foolishly.

"Your cousin has good luck."

A bald man next to him said with a smile.

Andy put the Ace back and continued playing.

He won over a thousand, then lost several hundred back.

Win two thousand, lose one thousand.

Win five thousand, lose three thousand.

His heart was like a rollercoaster, going up and down.

Chow Yun-fat is causing trouble again.

He reached out and moved Andy Lau's chips to the middle of the table, muttering something under his breath.

The dealer frowned, about to speak, when Andy Lau pressed his hand down: "Don't move, let him play."

Andy Lau figured it out: every time Chow Yun-fat caused trouble, he would win money.

Chow Yun-fat moved the chips to the middle, the dealer looked at Andy Lau, and Andy Lau nodded.

The dealer dealt the cards, and Andy Lau glanced at his own cards; they were a pair of Kings.

He glanced at Chow Yun-fat, who was grinning foolishly, his eyes fixed on the cards on the table.

Andy Lau didn't know why Chow Yun-fat did this, but he chose to believe him.

After the dealer deals the cards, he flips them over.

Andy Lau has a pair of Kings, while the dealer has a mixed set of cards.

Andy Lau won, he won over two thousand.

His eyes lit up as he looked at Chow Yun-fat, who still had that silly look on his face.

For the next two hours, Chow Yun-fat kept "stirring things up" by moving the chips to the middle of the table, and Andy Lau followed suit every time.

He won, he won a lot.

Fifty thousand, sixty thousand, seventy thousand.

The chips on the table were piled up like a small mountain.

The dealer's face grew increasingly grim, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

He glanced at the security guard standing next to him, who nodded and turned to leave.

Andy Lau noticed, but he didn't stop.

He needs money, he needs a lot of money.

"Wah Jai," the dealer said, "you're in luck today."

Andy Lau smiled and said, "It's not that I'm lucky, it's that my cousin is lucky."

Chow Yun-fat continued to grin foolishly.

Big Fool came out of the inner room, a cigar between his fingers, and glanced at the pile of chips on the table.

I glanced at Andy Lau, then at Chow Yun-fat.

……