Chapter 1733

"Let's do it now, try to get this done today." Yang Ming didn't want to stay here forever. There are still unfinished business at home.

"Okay..." Wang Mei nodded, and dialed the phone number left for her by the person from the previous casino.

Soon, someone over there listened to it, and Wang Mei carefully asked in English: "Hello, I am Zhang Jiefang's family, and our people have prepared money. What should we do now? The phone said A few words. After hearing this, Wang Mei hurriedly nodded and said yes. After a while, Wang Mei hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming: "Brother Yang. They let you play south-city casinos now. After going there, find Manager Smith of the Communist Party Protection Department.

"Okay, I see. You can wait for me here." Yang Ming wrote it down. Just get ready to go.

"Ah? I'm not going?" Wang Mei originally thought that Yang Ming would take her with her.

"It's dangerous if you go. I still have to take care of you, so you just wait here for news." Yang Ming also couldn't figure out what the south-city casino was up to. It is simply wanting money.

then what.

After listening to Yang Ming's words, Wang Mei knew that what Yang Ming said was true. It would be a burden to go by yourself. Yang Ming also had to take her safety into consideration.

out of the hotel. Yang Ming boarded a taxi waiting at the entrance of the hotel, and told the driver the name of the south-city casino. Although Yang Ming also saw the address of the south-city casino in the information, he is not familiar with the city of Las Vegas. Even if he told Yang Ming the name of the street, Yang Ming couldn't find it.

"Sir, are you here to play?" The taxi driver smiled slightly after hearing Yang Ming's reported address. The south-city casino has an unspoken rule. Every time the taxi delivers a customer, it can get a ten-dollar reward, so the taxi driver was very happy, so he started talking with Yang Ming.

In fact, many entertainment industries or hotels have similar rules, and taxis bring guests. You can get a reward.

"En." Yang Ming didn't want to say anything more to the taxi driver. He just responded lightly.

"Take it easy, don't play too much, enough is enough." The taxi driver also saw that Yang Ming didn't want to talk too much, so he just reminded him. He didn't think much about anything else, he just thought that Yang Ming was a foreigner. I don't really have long conversations in English, so I don't talk much.

"Thank you." Yang Ming thought in his heart that the character of this taxi driver is not bad. but. His reminder. For those serious gamblers, the usefulness is minimal.

South-city casinos are huge. Even surpassing the Douglas Hotel, Yang Ming paid the fare and got out of the car, looking at this magnificent building coldly.

Looking at the big characters "south-city" shining with neon blood.

south-city Southern city, southern city casino? Yang Ming frowned. This name seems a bit familiar, where did I hear it?

Into the casino. Yang Ming, a waiter who was enthusiastic, greeted Yang Ming: "Sir, do you need to exchange chips?" Yang Ming looked unfamiliar. The casino members and waiters basically know each other. Looking at Yang Ming's appearance, he looked like a temporary tourist, so he directly asked him if he wanted to exchange chips.

"Mr. Smith?" The waiter was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought that Mr. Smith, the manager of the security department, had already explained to all the receptionists at the front desk. If anyone comes looking for him, take him directly to the security manager's office. So the waiter smiled and said, "He is here. Please follow me."

Yang Ming didn't say anything, just nodded and followed the waiter into the casino. Passed through a long employee passage and came to an office door. The waiter knocked on the door, and a thick male voice came from inside: "Who?"

"Mr. Smith, a guest is looking for you." The waiter said, "Okay, bring him in." Smith said.

The waiter pushed open the door of the room and led Yang Ming into the office. Yang Ming saw a middle-aged black man with a somewhat vicious appearance sitting on an office chair. In the next compartment, there were also a few big men with big arms and round waists. All skin tones are available. Looks like it's Smith's men.

"Okay." The waiter nodded, turned and left, and then did not forget to close the door of the room.

"Smith?" Yang Ming glanced at the black man and asked, "Where's my friend?"

Yang Ming took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the sofa in front of Smith's desk.

but. Smith didn't speak. The big guys in the cubicle stood up. They gathered in front of the sofa where Yang Ming was sitting.

Yang Ming turned a blind eye to these people and still looked at Smith coldly.

"Your friend is very good." Smith didn't expect that this invisible pressure would be of no use to Yang Ming. I don't know if this kid is pretending or real.

"How much. Let's make a price." Yang Ming naturally knew that if Smith and the others had some schemes, they would not hurt Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang.

"A price?" Smith shook his head, "I don't care about that, let's ask Mr. Class to tell. Your friend bet with him."

Not long after Smith's words fell, the door of the security manager's room was pushed open again, and an Asian man walked in. Followed by four black people Baofa.

After the Asian man came in, Smith stood up respectfully: "Mr. Klass, you should talk to him."

talking. Smith gave up his position to the Asian man Klass. And Klass was not polite at all. Sitting directly on Smith's seat.

Yang Ming has been paying attention to Smith's demeanor. Judging from the degree of respect he has for Klass, Yang Ming knows that this Klass's identity is not simple. Either he is the presence of the casino, or he is a very distinguished person who the casino dare not offend, so that Smith respects him so much.

Yang Ming's original guess was that the casino teamed up with a certain gambler to cheat. Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang were cheated, and then the gamblers came forward to ask Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang's family members for money.

And only this is the case. The casino will risk being investigated by the regulatory authorities to help gamblers detain people here.

But now it seems that the security manager's attitude towards Klass. It's a bit too respectful. Could it be that my guess is wrong? It's really because Klaas's status is very honorable. The casino helped him get ahead?

"Are you a friend of Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang?" Yang Ming was surprised. Klaas actually spoke fluent Chinese, and did not use English in front of Yang Ming.

"Yes." Since he spoke Chinese, Yang Ming naturally also spoke Chinese: "How is my friend? What do you want?

"Your friends are very good. But are you sure. You want to find this matter for them?" Klass' tone was very flat.

"How much does it cost. Just tell me." Yang Ming frowned.

"Money?" Klass seemed to have heard something funny: "What do I need money for? Ask Smith, am I short of money?

Klaas' strange attitude made Yang Ming even more confused. Not short of money, what does that mean?

"Then what are you going to do?" Yang Ming didn't get angry, but waited for Klaas to continue saying, "The most important thing for me is money." Klaas shook his head as if talking to himself: "Money For me, it’s just a number, without any pleasure and excitement. I like excitement and adventure. I pursue the feeling of happiness at that moment. So. I like to bet my life with others,”

If it weren't for the fact that this incident revealed something strange from the beginning to the end, Yang Ming would have been vigilant.

Yang Ming would definitely think that Klass is a lunatic, but now Yang Ming doesn't feel that way.

Because Yang Ming felt that this Klass was not crazy, but what Klass said made Yang Ming confused.

"If you want to take on this matter, then you have to bet with me!" Klass pointed at Yang Ming with the thick cigar in his hand, and said.

"Bet with you?" Yang Ming asked back.

"That's right, bet your life with me. One life saves one life!" Klass laughed loudly: "You won." I pay you back. You win again. I'll pay you back, Klass says so much. Yang Ming finally understood what Klass meant. This guy means it. If he beat him once, he would return the life of Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang to himself.

"Then what if I lose?" Yang Ming asked back.

"If you lose, your life will naturally be mine." Klass shrugged: "It's fun, isn't it?"