Oleg frowned and looked at the several big men who suddenly broke in. But Nikita's face turned ugly.
Among these big men, one of them still had bandages on his arms and obvious bruises on his face.
"Oh, Nikita, I hope you still remember us." One of the injured men sneered: "I really thanked you for taking care of you a few days ago. We went to your house and found that you didn't even go back. There is nothing we can do.
, we will wait for you near here later. Look, isn’t this already waiting for you?”
"Nikita, who are these people?" Oleg frowned and glanced at Nikita.
Nikita squeaked: "They, they are the thugs of the Communist Party."
"Did you borrow money from them?" Almost instantly, Oleg guessed Nikita's situation and couldn't help but said angrily: "I told you many times to let you..."
Oleg took a deep breath and shook his head. It was useless to talk about these things now. He looked at these big men and said in a deep voice: "How much does he owe you?"
The man sneered and said: "Oh, sir, I'm afraid it's not just about money now. There is also a bigger problem. Our boss has told us to invite Mr. Nikita back."
When Nikita saw that something was wrong, he subconsciously took two steps back. However, several big men seemed to have anticipated this move, and several of them bullied him, and two of them caught Nikita more easily.
"Stop." Oleg frowned and suddenly shouted angrily.
"Are you going to help this bastard?"
"Please let go. This is a private house. If you mess around again, I will call the police." Oleg still said in a deep voice.
These big men suddenly laughed, as if they had heard the funniest joke. One of them even walked up to Oleg and looked at Oleg's body, which was stronger and taller than him.
He said with a smile: "I thought you would do something, but you said you called the police. Gee, this really made me think I was seeing an old woman! Haha!"
As he spoke, he reached out and patted Oleg's cheek gently.
Oleg subconsciously grabbed the big man's wrist, and suddenly with a twist, the big man screamed like a pig!
But Oleg did not stop. Instead, he raised his knee harshly and hit the opponent's stomach. The big man screamed again and fell to the ground.
The look in Oleg's eyes suddenly became sharp. The moment the big man fell to the ground, his fingers clenched into fists and he aimed at the big man's chest again.
But the fist stopped abruptly just when it was about to hit the opponent's chest. No one stopped him. It was just this extremely strong man who stopped and retracted his hand.
There was a look of struggle on his face.
"asshole!"
At this time, another big man picked up a hockey stick at the door and hit Oleg hard on the back. The stick broke hard under the violent impact, while Oleg was
Looking back, the fierce and lion-like gaze in his eyes made the sneak attack guy's heart suddenly thump.
Bang bang!
But at this moment, Oleg's head was hit hard by a huge vase. The vase was completely shattered, and a trace of blood flowed down Oleg's forehead.
He fell to the ground and fainted.
"Oleg! Oleg!" Nikita shouted in horror.
The big man who was knocked to the ground at first got up now. He spit out blood, pressed his abdomen, and said with an ugly face: "Let's go! Take these two guys away!"
…
When Anton returned to the apartment, it was Nikita's newly rented apartment. For the past few days, he had been living in this place with Uncle Nikita.
It’s great to live here!
Nikita also bought video games. Anton had never tried to avoid doing homework at night, so he played video games until he felt sleepy.
Just after returning with a large bag of food, Anton showed a strange look when he opened the door because the apartment was now in a mess, as if a wild beast had rushed in and destroyed it.
Anton called Nikita quickly, but his phone couldn't be connected... He suddenly didn't know how to deal with the problem here.
But he found a piece of paper with an address taped to the back of the door.
And there are also messages.
If you want to save your agent, come alone. In addition, you'd better not consider calling the police, otherwise you will receive your agent's body in advance as a Christmas gift this year.
"Uncle Nikita..."
Anton suddenly put down what he was holding, grabbed the paper stuck on the back of the door, rushed down the stairs, and ran to the eldest sister. He was very confused about the address, but he thought that he could still call a taxi.
…
…
The croupier was sweating profusely, but he had to continue to distribute the playing cards in his hand. On the contrary, opposite him, there was a man and a woman sitting quietly.
You have to believe that the attraction of beauty will always be greater than that of handsome men, especially in a place full of male hormones. But even so, many people gathered here are focusing more on
on this young man.
To be precise, the man with an oriental face even thought that he spoke with an unusually local Russian accent, so that the dealer had no way of telling which specific country in the east this man was from.
"Two, blackjack, leisure, player wins..."
When the playing cards that had just been handed out were opened, the dealer seemed even more powerless. He could only declare in a barely loud voice, swallowed his saliva, and pushed the chips in front of the gambler.
This is already the twenty-third hand of Xian Shengzhuang. Of course, it is not strange to win twenty or thirty hands, as long as the number of bets is large enough.
But what if it’s twenty-three wins in a row?
This is no longer a question that can be calculated using probability... This is an evil! An abnormal evil!
The dealer even swore in his heart that if this guy didn't cheat, he would chop off his fingers! Unless he was God! God sat in front of him!
Oh! God? Think about what a ridiculous idea this is... So, he must be cheating! But why didn't the manager give instructions all along?
The dealer is waiting anxiously and starts a new round of shuffling the cards. At the same time, he begins to figure out what the purpose of this guy who has won twenty-three hands in a row is. In fact, even if he has won twenty-three hands in a row, the opponent has won.
The money is not much, it can even be said to be pitiful!
Because, this guy always bets the minimum and never raises.
Is he kidding? Or mocking my strength? Or is he deliberately provoking this **?
After thinking about it, when he was dealt five cards, he had to face the same situation again, "Two, blackjack, player, player wins..."
Oh my God!
It's already the twenty-fourth hand... The dealer couldn't help but wail in his heart. The player has won twenty-four times in a row, and he still won at blackjack. The dealer really felt that he might be able to apply for the most unlucky dealer.
This world record.
I just don’t know if there is such a world record...
…
"Slow down a little, slow down a little!"
"No, manager, this is already the slowest. You can't see anything at all!"
"Where's the boss?"
"The boss is in the basement, isn't he interrogating that Nikita himself? When the boss is having fun, he doesn't like others to disturb him!"
"Then you tell him that there is a guy who has won twenty-four times in a row here... No, my God, is this person a magician? He has already won twenty-five times! Go! What are you still doing?
"
"Okay, okay..."
…
…
Maybe it's because luck ran out?
While vomiting bitter water, Kinita couldn't help but have this thought. His internal organs seemed to be stirred together, and he felt like he was about to die.
Suddenly, his hair was grabbed by the owner of this place, Andrew.
"Mr. Nikita, you can handle it better than I thought."
Nikita coughed painfully and said: "Mr. Andrew, I said that I can repay the loan you owe you right away... Why do you still torture me?"
What kind of person is Andrew?
He was almost as strong as Oleg. Unlike the bosses in Nikita's impression who had passed the test and enjoyed life, this guy was unusually strong.
"Mr. Nikita, maybe you don't know..." Andrew smiled and said: "Actually, few people know that in addition to being the boss of this casino, I also own the arena below No. 78 Nevsky Prospekt.
By."
"Wha, what!" Nikita's eyes widened.
Oh! God! Nikita felt that he already understood why Andrew caught him here this time!
That kind of arena is naturally not an open and aboveboard place. Such an arena is basically controlled by bookmakers. Although the slogan is that anyone who has the ability can go on stage to compete, it is obviously just a means to attract more gamblers.
Nikita never thought that keeping Anton in this ring would be a long-term solution. He just planned to use the shortest possible time to get enough benefits from this ring. Before he completely angered the dealer, he planned to
Close hand.
But he never thought that he would anger the other party so quickly.
"Mr. Andrew, I, I can give you back all the money I have won in the past few days..." Nikita immediately begged.
Andrew just sneered.
Nikita said quickly: "I also promise not to let Anton participate in your ring in the future! Don't worry, he won't show up again!"
Andrew said calmly: "Mr. Nikita, don't you think it's too late to let that guy leave the ring now? Anton is a very popular person now. If he suddenly disappears from the ring, I believe I
Your reputation will suffer a lot. And these losses are far countless times higher than what you win."
"You...what do you want..."
Andrew raised his brows and smiled: "You know? I was once a boxer, but I have never seen such a powerful guy... He should always stay in my ring and become the overlord!"
"Do you want Anton to serve you?" Nikita couldn't help but exclaimed.
Andrew said calmly: "He will be here soon."
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the basement room. Andrew immediately smiled and said: "Look, it seems to be here!"
Ignoring Nikita's ugly expression, Andrew opened the door, looked at his men, and first said: "Has our guest arrived yet?"
"Boss... there's a customer above, and he's won twenty-five games in a row!"
