The gambling official fell down with a sound, and Han Baihang picked up the cup in front of him and threw it into the sky. Except for the gambling official and Han Baihang, everyone's eyes lifted up in unison.
The sex cup fell suddenly and landed firmly in front of Han Baihang's eyes without any vibration. However, with the control of this hand, the gambler's heart tightened, and cold sweat broke out in his heart, and he secretly said: "I have met a master."
However, it would be too pussy to admit defeat at this moment, and Han Baihang is not guaranteed to win. The gambler put one hand on the cup, flicked his wrist, heard a soft sound, and stopped in the blink of an eye.
"I'm a guest from afar, why don't you invite me first?"
"It's up to the guest to do as he pleases. You'd better drive first." Han Baihang clasped his hands on his chest and stared at the gambling officer with two cold rays of light in his eyes.
The bookmaker was already a head shorter than Han Baihang. At this moment, his body couldn't help but shrink down, making him look even shorter. When he looked at Han Baihang, he was looking up at him, without any aura at all.
Even so, the gambler still refused to open the cup, one hand pressed on the cup and kept shaking, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of his chest was soaked.
Seeing that the gambler refused to open his cup, the onlookers suddenly started shouting, and the sound was like a hammer hitting the gambler's chest.
The bookmaker felt a tightness in his chest, his throat squirmed, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the table. His vision went dark and he fell back.
Everyone didn't expect that just a small bet would end up risking their lives. So they didn't dare to shout and could only stand quietly and tremble.
Han Baihang glanced at the fainted gambling official with a cold gaze, and snorted coldly, showing great disdain.
The word bet depends neither on your skills nor your luck. What you bet on is your mentality. Whether you can be indifferent to any situation and do nothing in all directions, only then will you be qualified to enter the house.
If your hands and feet tremble as soon as you get on the gambling table, you jump for joy when you get a good card, and you feel dejected when you get a bad card, then it’s better not to gamble in this life.
"It's really useless. If you don't open it, I'll open it for you."
The hand standing behind Han Baihang was small and he tried to open the cup carelessly. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone grabbed his wrist and made him unable to move.
"Brother, we admit defeat and we will leave you here to deal with it."
Han Baihang looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his early thirties, with a fair face and beardless hair, neatly styled hair, wearing a green gown, and he looked a bit like a scholar. However, his eyebrows were raised, and his lips were thin and pointed.
The cheeks are fleshless like a monkey, with a fierce look on his face.
As soon as the man finished speaking, a tied-up man behind him was pushed out, knocking over several gambling tables, and then landed in front of Han Baihang.
"Even... the eldest brother, he is the leader." The younger brother took back his hand, looked at the person lying on the ground and said viciously.
Han Baihang didn't even look at the man. He looked directly at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "I haven't asked you for your name yet."
The middle-aged man sneered and said: "A nickname is not worth mentioning, but everyone calls me A Mei."
As soon as he heard this, a lightning flashed in Han Baihang's head, and he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, shocked and speechless.
Piggy Ami's real name is Wang Qiming. He used to be a butcher butcher of pigs and was nicknamed "Zhuyang Ami". Later, he and Taibao Ashu gathered in Taihu Lake and became a gang of robbers, which can be regarded as a hero-like figure.
In Han Baihang's impression, he should have a fat belly and a fleshy face. Unexpectedly, he actually looks like a scholar. No wonder Han Baihang can always smell the smell of blood on his body.
Seeing Han Baihang froze in place, A Mei sneered and said, "If you don't want to do anything, I can help you."
As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed the man in the chest. Halfway through, he was stopped by Han Baihang.
A Mei turned her wrist and was about to cut Han Baihang's wrist. Unexpectedly, Han Baihang retracted his fingers and pecked A Mei's wrist. Suddenly, A Mei felt that her hand was pricked by needles, and she could no longer exert any strength.
The dagger inside also fell to the ground with a clang.
Han Baihang picked up the dagger from the ground, handed it to A Mei's hand respectfully, and said very politely: "It's just a misunderstanding. Just let it go."
This Ami would be the person who would carry the banner of "anti-Chiang" in the future. Han Baihang also had some respect for him in his heart, so naturally he did not want to antagonize him.
Amei took back the dagger, rubbed her numb wrist, looked at Han Baihang curiously and said, "This is not the place to talk. If you don't mind, please come inside."
"please."
Following Ami, the two passed through a courtyard gate. The noise stopped suddenly. They entered a clean courtyard with a stone table in the middle and four chairs around it. Outside, there were
A small garden, filled with red and green flowers, and several unique little flowers, gently stretching themselves in the breeze.
"Please take a seat."
Han Baihang was not polite and sat across from A Mei. As soon as he sat down, someone brought out a pot of tea and some exquisite snacks of fruits and melons.
"Have you not asked for your honorable name, sir?"
"My younger brother's surname is Han, Baihang."
Amei frowned, unable to suppress the surprise in her heart, and said in a voiceless voice: "Are you Han Baihang under Wu Shuai?"
Han Baihang chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that sir would actually know my name. I didn't expect that."
"It's not just what I heard, it's like thunder. Tuanhe Zhili, I really admire you very much." Amei picked up the tea cup in her hand and said with a very regretful tone: "There is no wine here today. It is really a pity, otherwise
I really want to come clean to my brother."
"Brother, you're welcome. We've got a long way to go."
The two drank tea instead of wine for a while, and Ami asked with doubt in her eyes: "Brother, if you don't stay well in Henan, why are you here in Shanghai?"
Han Baihang couldn't help but sigh again when he thought of Huang Huangrong's seizure of his tobacco. He originally planned to take advantage of the trouble to get in touch with Huang Huangrong's men so as to plan for the next step. Unexpectedly, he met Zhu Kuang Amei.
As a result, his next plan was not easy to implement.
After all, it would be hard for him to harm a man as loyal and affectionate as A Mei. He could only shake his head and sigh: "It's hard to explain in words."
Amei saw his difficulty, patted her chest and said: "Brother Han and I have been close friends for a long time, but we never had the chance to meet. Today God opened my eyes and allowed me to meet you. If you think highly of me, this world of Shanghai still has some points.
As long as you have the strength to help, just ask."
"It's not that I don't want to speak out, it's just that this matter is too complicated and I really don't dare to bother me."
"Just tell me and listen."
Even though A Mei looks like a scholar, her words and deeds are full of charlatanism, clean and neat. When Han Baihang saw this, he stopped hesitating and said directly: "Brother, this matter will fall on Huang Huangrong."
As soon as Huang Huangrong uttered the three words, Ami's face suddenly changed, and her tone softened a lot for a while. She frowned and said, "Brother, why did you mess with him?"
