All the curses were accompanied by the action of slamming his head on the card table. The three-clawed crocodile felt that his head was buzzing and he couldn't say another word.
From the moment Ye Wan appeared last night, the three-clawed crocodile hadn't eaten or drank, and hadn't even been to the bathroom.
Even though he was staring at the cards, he was also paying attention to Ye Wan from the corner of his eye, fearing that he would miss any detail.
However, no.
There are no accomplices of hers in the casino.
Her overall state is that of a gambler.
Even so, the three-clawed crocodile still did not relax.
As long as you don't get out of the bar safely and don't return to your basement-like house, everything outside is unsafe.
Therefore, there is not a moment when the three-clawed crocodile is not tense.
He just relaxed for a moment.
However, Ye Wan caught him in the act.
After a whole night of high energy consumption, the three-clawed crocodile didn't realize anything was wrong until Ye Wan rushed in front of him. He tried to reach into his jacket pocket with one hand, but it was already too late.
I thought she was just a delicate and weak-looking girl, so I knocked her out with a few punches and then slowly dealt with her.
Anyway, it was another dark night, a long night, and he had plenty of time to torture and amuse her.
But the three-clawed crocodile didn't expect that he was wrong again.
A frail girl, but her body seems to have endless energy stored in her body.
After spending more than twenty hours at the card table with him, he was exhausted even as a strong man, but she punched and stabbed him, and the wind of her punches penetrated his thick flesh and hit his bones one by one.
When he was pressed on the card table with his hands tied behind his back, two guns were pointed at his head from both sides.
Only then did the three-clawed crocodile realize that at some point, two more people had appeared in the room.
No, more than two.
Behind the wall of Old Charlie's bar, there were more than a dozen gangsters armed with guns.
But so far, none of those people have shown up.
Or, old Charlie and this girl are in cahoots.
Or, the people brought by the girl have taken care of old Charlie's people.
But now, he has no chance to figure it out.
"Search! Be careful..."
With Ye Wan's words, one of the men put away his gun and started to search him.
The next moment, a shocking scream resounded throughout the casino.
The three-clawed crocodile has a ring of explosives tied to its body.
"Boss..."
The young man wearing a black sheepskin windbreaker whistled at Ye Wan, "Can you defuse bombs?"
"The detonator is in his pocket."
Ye Wan frowned and waited until he found nothing unusual after searching his body, then tied the three-clawed crocodile into a rice dumpling with a rope.
My mouth was blocked and I couldn't say a word.
The three-clawed crocodile stared at Ye Wan, his eyes were scarlet as if they were about to spit out fire.
It has been five years since he escaped from China.
In the first two years, the group of people behind him chased him closely. He would escape into the deep mountains and forests, and the group of people would come looking for him as if they could smell him.
In recent years, he has had fewer opportunities to show up, and his tail has become less and less.
If he didn't have to withdraw money regularly to support his life, he would even want to find a place to live anonymously.
In a few years, or ten or twenty years, maybe the tails will forget about him.
But the three-clawed crocodile didn't expect that someone would actually find him.
Still a woman!
"Have their people arrived?"
Walking all the way outside the bar, Ye Wan asked in a low voice.
The young man, who was hugging the three-clawed crocodile affectionately, but actually holding a dagger across the three-clawed crocodile's neck, glanced at his watch, "I said it would be ten o'clock, so it should be soon."
After stuffing the three-clawed crocodile into the trunk, the classic car drove quickly to the appointed location.
Behind him, two heavy-duty locomotives roared up.
The agreed place is not far from Monaco Airport.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the sound of propellers sounded from overhead. The wind picked up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and also ruffled the hair of several people.