The three of them finished eating quickly, put down their coins and left.
The people at the next table were still shouting and talking all over the place. Although their voices were loud, they were easily swallowed up by the noise on the street and quickly disappeared.
Back at the inn, Lao Tong was the last one to leave and closed the door.
Zhi Changle went to close the window sash, and the light in the room instantly dimmed by half.
"Ah Li's situation is very bad," Zhi Changle said, "What should I do?"
"I don't know," Lao Tong frowned, "There must be a ghost here."
"How about we go back to Qingque Pavilion and wait for news?"
"I don't know." Lao Tong still said this while looking at Pang Yi.
The swarthy man had no big expression, holding the knife in his hand and standing quietly.
"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 said as he sat down at the table. "She has made such great contributions in Peifeng. She should be rewarded with a lot of money, but why did she become a wanted criminal instead?"
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Lao Tong said no more.
The room fell silent. After a while, Lao Tong said: "Go to Qingque Pavilion and wait there."
He went to the cabinet and took out a small package, and the crisp sound of jade and jade could be faintly heard from inside.
Lao Tong walked towards the door: "Let's go."
It was still bright when we came out, and there was the smell of freshly steamed cakes coming from the roadside. A dozen children gathered around the vendor, each holding one or two copper coins in their hands, looking eagerly at the plum blossom cake in the vendor's hand.
"It seems delicious," Zhi Changle said, "How about we buy some too?"
"Yes, buy it." Lao Tong walked over without saying a word.
"It's my turn, it's my turn!" a child shouted, raising the copper plate in his hand high.
"I came first, get to me!" another child shouted.
Everyone scrambled to squeeze in, and a big hand pushed them away at once.
"Go away," Lao Tong shouted, putting the coins in his hand on the stall, "Bring me five!"
"Who is he?" a child whispered.
"That's right, I've gained years in vain."
Old Tong glanced at him and glared at him fiercely, and the children suddenly fell silent.
The vendor didn't dare to offend the tall, tall man with scars on his face, so he hurriedly wrapped the cakes and handed them over.
Old Tong took it and turned back. After walking a few steps, he paused and looked across the street.
There is a gambling house over there. There are many people coming in and out, and there is a lot of shouting inside.
"What's wrong?" Zhi Changle asked, looking over there.
Old Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "I saw those people again."
Pang Yi was stunned and looked up.
"We're in," Lao Tong said, "How about we go in and have a look?"
"It's better," Zhi Changle muttered, "I have to go with you. I will never enter a gambling house in my life."
"Forget it, it doesn't have much to do with us," Lao Tong put the wrapped pastry into his arms and covered it, "Let's go."
Pang Yi frowned: "I want to take a look."
"You want to go?" Zhi Changle looked towards him.
"Well, I'll look for you in half an hour. If you're not at Qingque Pavilion, I'll go back to the inn."
After saying that, Pang Yi turned around and left.
"It's strange," Zhi Changle looked at him and said, "Why is he so positive towards these people?"
Old Tong shook his head, looked at the door of the gambling house over there, and whispered: "I also think these people are strange."
The people they were talking about were the people they had bumped into at the Congyun Market. Along the way, they had bumped into each other several times on the road, and the unfamiliar people had become familiar.
"Let's go," Zhi Changle said, "Let's go first."
Lao Tong looked away, said "Yeah" and walked away.
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"Suppress the big one or the small one!"
"It's about to close! Speed, speed!"
"I'm so ugly, let's play Xuhai today!"
"It's a waste of time! It's actually a waste of time!"
…
There were all kinds of shouts and shouts in the gambling room, and there were all kinds of weird and weird ways to play.
After Pang Yi came in, he stood at a gambling table casually. While placing bets, 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 gambling table.
Some of the men around me laughed, some cursed, and the noise made my ears feel uncomfortable.
After Pang Yi won another round, he walked towards another hall.
The men stopped at a gambling table filled with people, looking a little impatient on their faces.
There was a man playing gambling in front of them, who seemed to be their companion.
Among the men standing behind, there were two Pang Yi who 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 was not very lucky and kept losing. The more he lost, the more he wanted to get back his losses and his temper also grew.
Even after his companions urged him several times, he refused to leave and would let others go first.
Pang Yi remained silent and continued to place bets. His luck was surprisingly good and he almost never lost.
If other customers were like this, the thugs from the gambling shop would have been watching, but the big knife Pang Yi carried behind him frightened them.
After about two sticks of incense passed, the man's companion finally ran out of patience and stepped forward to pull him away.
This man was already disappointed and threw away his companion's hand: "Leave me alone!"
This roar was louder and could be heard from here.
Pang Yi clenched his fists slightly and frowned.
This accent is this accent!
Normally I can pretend, but when I'm so angry, my accent comes out instantly.
Several of his companions became even more annoyed when he yelled angrily, and they went up to pull him.
People on all sides stepped aside, but gamblers were the least afraid of trouble, and many of them were in cliques, so many people were making noises.
Pang Yi didn't look over and tried to keep his eyes on the gambling game.
The more they quarreled, the more fierce they became, but compared to the accent they blurted out before, the curses that followed were all in a Beijing accent with perfect accents.
After half a day of procrastination, the business of the gambling house was too much affected. The thugs from the gambling house finally came out to maintain the situation and told them to either leave or be quiet.
The gambler's arrogance gradually dimmed and he was pulled away by his companions.
Pang Yi happened to watch this game, and Pang Yi won again.
He didn't take the money this time. Instead, 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, I'll give it to you. Whoever sees it will get a share."
Everyone who had been looking at him in displeasure paused for a moment, and then they all laughed and shouted, "Brother, how funny is this!"
"Big brother's hands are really red!"
"Are you leaving?"
"How about inviting some of our brothers to drink tonight?"
…
Pang Yi didn't reply and left directly.
"He is still a well-behaved person." Someone behind him said.
"Come on, come on, the betting is on, bet, bet! Hurry up!" the dealer shouted.
