The next morning, the mixed-race man was having breakfast leisurely and contentment, while Uncle Zhong stood aside with a smile, feeling happy that the mixed-race man had a much better appetite than before.

A moment later, the mixed-race man picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. After Uncle Zhong asked someone to take the remaining breakfast away, he asked with a smile: "How is it? Is there any result?"

"Here." Uncle Zhong skillfully covered a thin blanket on the legs of a mixed-race man and said slowly: "According to the reports of the people living downstairs of Song, the feedback from the sound waves proved that the box was empty."

"To ensure that it wasn't his fault, we sent someone to pretend to be someone who cleaned the room and delivered the meals, and took the opportunity to go into the room and tried it. Although it was still exposed, it was confirmed that the box was indeed empty, and that the cash and gold bricks were not in the house."

The mixed-race man put his arm on the back of the chair, supported his cheeks diagonally, and his face was filled with interest when encountering interesting puzzles: "The dining cart is in and out fifty-three times, and it takes at least five times if it is transported in batches. You can take ten times more. If you have more, the exposure risk will be too great."

"Uncle Zhong, what about the analysis results of the surveillance?"

"From the current situation, it is impossible to determine who is his accomplice." Uncle Zhong remembered the surveillance video he collected and couldn't help but shake his head: "The backgrounds of those waiters have also been investigated. There are no suspicious people, but it is not ruled out that someone is being bribed."

"And there are still blind spots in the surveillance of this hotel, such as cleaning rooms, kitchens, fire passages and back doors, and so on. There are too many blind spots, not to mention the bathroom without surveillance at all."

"That is to say, there is enough space for his accomplices to complete the transfer." The mixed-race man thought for a while, his mouth slightly raised: "Check all the cars that went in and out of the hotel yesterday, so many things could not disappear out of thin air, and leaving the hotel also means leaving his control, which makes it more convenient for us to start!"

Uncle Zhong nodded in agreement, but wanted to check the massive amount of information, and couldn't help but feel sorry for his subordinates for a second.

Whether it was a mixed-race man or a Zhong uncle, they didn't know that their group had been taken to the ditch by Song He's trick, and they were getting worse and worse...

"You have transferred all the things, what are the boxes here for?"

The boring mixed-race man came to Song He's room again, and kicked the box that once contained a large number of gold bricks in disgust, almost kicking the box.

Song He smiled proudly: "This is a casino. If I carry all these big boxes back empty, I won't say whether I have lost money or not, and there is no place to put my face."

"I can't let you not be on the blacklist in the city, but I can't control Ao City." The mixed-race man advised Song He Jingshen, but his eyes flashed with a thrill of eagerness: "It's better to bring me with you. If you win too much, I can still send someone to protect you."

Song He's eyes rolled, and he seemed to be quite excited: "Do you collect money?"

"It depends on your performance." The mixed-race man laughed, looked at the boxes in the room, and said astonished: "If you are full, Aocheng will definitely restrict you from entering and leaving in the future."

"Do I seem to care about this?" Song He pointed to his disguised face, laughed indifferently, and then pointed to the box on the ground and asked, "Which one do you choose?"

"This!" The mixed-race man pointed at the largest box without hesitation: "I don't have high requirements, just fill it up."

Song He shrugged and said it was not important, then looked at Uncle Zhong and Daniel: "Uncle Zhong, should you choose one of Daniel?"

"Are you recruiting accomplices on the spot?" The mixed-race man happily looked at Uncle Zhong with a kind expression and Daniel with a shiny eyes, and pointed to the two boxes that were slightly smaller: "Just these two."

"By the way, although Daniel is not on the blacklist of Ao City, there are still people who know his name, so I don't want him to be exposed. Don't expect to use his thousand skills."

"I? Use Daniel's Thousand Arts?" Song He looked at the mixed-race man with a teasing smile in surprise, and suddenly said: "Are you mocking me? Uncle Zhong, he is definitely mocking me!"

The mixed-race man laughed at this. Uncle Zhong smiled happily, but Daniel, whose face was a little red, was slowing down half a beat because he had made the wrong person to ridicule the mixed-race man.

After a group of four agreed to the end, they joked a few more times and came to a casino.

Song He took the lead in, exchanged more than 10,000 yuan of chips, then made a round trip in the casino, and finally arrived at a Texas Hold'em gambling table.

After observing for two more times, Song He sat in an empty seat and signaled to the dealer to enter the game.

The other gamblers looked at Song He intentionally or unintentionally, but saw him dressed well, crossing his legs leisurely, with a relaxed expression, his eyes floating, as if he didn't care about the bet in front of him, which cost 1,000 yuan.

However, all the gamblers who looked at Song He noticed that although he looked very leisurely, the more than ten chips he was playing with were all at the thousand yuan level. Combined with his somewhat disordered breathing, the meaning of pretending to be a big-tailed wolf was extremely obvious.

After reaching a similar conclusion, the gamblers ignored Song He, who had been listed on the rookie list by them, and continued to focus on his own bets.

Song He, who knew this, continued to act, and occasionally took action from inconspicuous places. Between the loss and the winning and winning, he also had more chips in his hands.

Finally, after the two gamblers lost all the chips in their hands and left the gambling table, the chips in Song He's hands had turned into three colors, and each of the largest amounts represented 50,000 yuan.

Seeing that there were fewer gamblers, Song He decisively left the gambling table before attracting attention and chose another Texas gambling table to sit down.

At this gambling table were eight gamblers, with mixed-race men and Daniel among them. Looking at the few chips in the hands of the mixed-race men and the two chip boxes empty at Uncle Zhong’s feet, they obviously lost a lot.

Seeing this, Song He secretly complained in his heart: Are the cunning guys going to start playing with people again...

In fact, before entering the casino, he had discussed the arrangements for the gambling game with a mixed-race man, but the result was not as expected by Song He. The mixed-race man had unimaginable persistence in betting with others.

It’s just that he is willing to bet with others, rather than saying that he is willing to see others’ expressions after falling from the peak into the abyss.

When the mixed-race man saw Song He joining the gambling game, he couldn't help but feel a little more anticipated and bet all the chips in his hand on the gambling table!

The gamblers on the gambling table did not have any surprise expressions, and it was obvious that mixed-race men often did this.

here we go again……

Song He lamented in his heart, and while referring to the bet bit by bit, he had already figured out the style of all the gamblers and secretly gestured to the mixed-race man with everything in mind.

Daniel, who was standing beside him, naturally noticed Song He's signal, but he always looked steady and cautious, and would never raise bets without good cards, as if Song He had once pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

Soon, another game began. Since the mixed-race man lost all his chips, Uncle Zhong thoughtfully exchanged another box with him, which directly attracted the attention of several gamblers who had already won a large number of chips from the mixed-race man.

Seeing this, Song He lamented that while human greed caused his mind to be covered with dust, he also pretended to be greedy and eager, staring at the jealous chips at the mixed-race man's hand.
Chapter completed!