Ancestral house.

"Xing Zai, the fifth brother was captured by Hussein, the third uncle is missing, and the master is recuperating in Brazil. I really don't know what to do?" Dao Zai squatted in the open space at the door, his head buried in his hands.

Between my legs, I kept scratching my head with my hands, feeling very anxious.

It is said that if you are frustrated in love, you will be successful in your career. How come you are here with him, everything is unsatisfactory, and it also affects other people around you.

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily.

Soon, Xingzi came out of the house. He was not in a good mood. The third uncle disappeared without saying a word. I wonder if something really happened or he went to find his girlfriends.

Seeing Dao Zai so depressed, he slowly walked over and squatted in front of him. He was thinking about his third uncle and said comforting words to Dao Zai: "It's okay. Third uncle might have gone out to play and didn't remember to return home."

He's gone the wrong way, he's been like this for the whole world, don't be angry with him, okay?"

"Xingzi, yesterday my ancestral home was attacked by someone. We came back late, but the signs in the house were obviously seeking revenge. The fifth brother was so easy to fight and was taken away. How could the third uncle be fine?"

Dao Zai's feet were a little numb. After moving a few steps, he added: "It's a good thing that Long Jiu had something to do and left a day early. Otherwise, Hussein would have another bargaining chip."

"That's what I said, but do you know it was Hussein who did it?" Xingzai took a few steps back. Squatting like this was too much of a test on his leg strength.

"He has someone else. It's been published in the newspapers. The gambler has returned to the world again. I'm still here. Doesn't he have someone else?"

"That's what I say, but..."

Dao Zai didn't say anything and threw a newspaper to Xing Zai.

"Hey, what are you doing here, hide and seek?" Zhou Xiaoxing held a lotus leaf and shouted loudly.

"It's so scary that I can't make a sound when I walk."

Xingzai was so frightened that he dropped the newspaper in his hand. He turned around to look at it and pretended to be angry and cursed.

"Hey, it's you. I wonder what I saw, but it's so surprising." Zhou Xiaoxing grabbed the newspaper and wanted to take a look. The information was so brilliant that the two bosses frowned.

As soon as Zhou Xiaoxing read the report, she knew that Hussein, a reckless villain, had come out to trick and kidnap her again. Before, he bullied the helpless Meng Luo, but now he was openly challenging his master.

It's just that the photo of the gambler is not meant to be funny, isn't it? Shouldn't the gambler be a knife boy? But if you look horizontally and vertically in the newspaper, you can see that Hussein is the loser.

It's good to have money. You can do whatever you want in newspapers that convey news from all walks of life. Like Hussein, who confuses right and wrong, Zhou Xiaoxing roughly estimates that it won't cost more than seven figures.

As the saying goes: Money can make ghosts grind mills. If ghosts don't just stay with King Yama, they will go to the human world to grind mills. It's not surprising that the news in newspapers may be true or false.

It's just that because they are so unhappy and have a black head and a black face, I'm afraid Hussein has done other bad things.

Hussein, relying on Master Qi as Chen Jincheng, can do no good deeds but all bad deeds. Needless to say, Zhou Xiaoxing also knew that Long Wu and his third uncle were arrested.

Because he had been here for a while, except for the two people squatting on the ground, no one else was there.

"Boss, Brother Dao, don't worry. Hussein is my defeated general. The important task of saving the fifth brother and the third uncle is left to me."

"What are you talking about? This time Hussein used his master's name to defraud wealthy people in Hong Kong and pretended to be me. He is now a gambler and I am not. We don't know whether Xing Zai's special powers are gone or not.

Is there any way you can do it?" Dao Zai said the most serious words, expressing his deepest worries.

You can't, but I can.

Zhou Xiaoxing rejected it quickly in her heart. It’s time now, let alone increase others’ ambition and destroy her own prestige.

Dao Zai analyzed the problems one by one and solved them one by one.

"Brother Dao, I understand, what do you think?"

"Tomorrow Hussein will open a gambling game on the God of Gamblers yacht. I plan to go. You guys, just wait for me at the house. If I haven't come back tomorrow night, you will contact the master and ask him to take action."

After careful consideration, this is the safest course of action.

"No."

Zhou Xiaoxing continued: "Brother Dao, don't be impulsive. Let's think of a solution. Hussein wanted money so he borrowed Master's name and took over your title. In fact, what does a title mean?"

"That's right, I'm still a gambling saint. I'm just following you here like a cat. As the younger brother said, it's just a false name. The key is that you are the only one in the world who can conjure up three boys, and you can't be with Master either.

It’s all in vain. Without the title of Gambler, wouldn’t you be able to gamble?”

Xingzi has always attached great importance to fame and fortune. There are many taboos about his special powers, which makes him full of awe for this talent. He deeply knows that anything is like a coin, neither is right, nor is it right.

They are all wrong, half and half, it depends on how you look at it. Daozi has always been very sensible, but now he is just over the top.

"Yes, Brother Dao, the boss is right. Tomorrow we will go to the God of Gambling together, start from scratch, and defeat Hussein with our strength."

"Well, I have a way with the boss's special abilities."

"Don't look at me like that, I really have a way."

Dao Zai didn't say anything, and got up and went back to the house. He understood what Xing Zai and the others said. There was not much time left for him before the gambling game started tomorrow. He had to review more intensively and sharpen his guns before the battle.

Outside the house, Zhou Xiaoxing took Xingzai and rushed to the bus stop. The key to restoring Xingzai's special functions was to see Qimeng, but Qimeng was far away in Canada and had to deal with Hussein tomorrow, so there was not enough time.

Zhou Xiaoxing also thought about calling Qimeng, but on second thought, Xingzai might have tried it but it didn’t work, so he was so frustrated.

To say that Xiangjiang's communication system is developed, it is still very advanced compared to places where letters are still written and pigeons are used to pass letters. But if we say it is advanced, it is not even a video call.

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Otherwise, Xingzai's special powers would be restored immediately, so why would they rush to the city to meet Meng Luo like they did?

After the last incident of taking money, Zhou Xiaoxing was unsure whether Meng Luo would still want to see him. However, in order to punish evil, punish evil and promote good, and bring peace to Xiangjiang, he guessed that Meng Luo would definitely help.

Time always flies very fast when thinking, and in the blink of an eye, they arrive at the door of Mengluo Bar.

"I seem to have seen this place before..."

"This method is too old-fashioned. I have stopped using it for a long time, little brother." Zhou Xiaoxing clicked his tongue and shook his head. His boss just returned to his ancestral home for a few days and fell behind in his behavior by several years.

"Really, brother, where have I seen this before? Yes, Hussein came here, and he was beaten to a black and blue face." Xingzai touched his head and recalled seriously.

People like Hussein will help anyone they see, so it’s nothing surprising. It’s not weird for him to go to Mengluo Bar.

As for what Xing Zai is talking about this time, it is not necessarily Zhou Xiaoxing who beat Hussein. Yes, he beat Hussein very badly, but he was a hero saving the beauty. Who told him that he didn't know how to be ugly and kept beating Meng Luo.

Beating a woman is bad enough, but also beating Mengluo.

No, Meng Luo couldn't have fallen in love with him that time. How unfair. He was just trying to save people, with no other thoughts at all.

He unintentionally stole a woman's heart. He didn't want it, he really didn't want it.

"Hey, what do you want?"

"No, did you see clearly what the man who beat Hussein looked like?" Zhou Xiaoxing wanted to make sure that Meng Luo was committed to everyone who saved her. It would be bad to get it wrong about this kind of thing.

"No, clairvoyance has certain drawbacks. I'll explain it to you..."
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