The most common cheating method is to fill the dice with lead, which makes it easier to shake the desired points. However, you can know clearly when you weigh the dice. The cheating method of this pockmark is much more clever. The small points of the dice are dyed with iron, and the largest ones are cinnabar. If you wear a magnet on your wrist, you need to shake it with your left hand when you are young, and it doesn’t matter what you drive it with your right hand. No wonder he makes sure to make a profit in this gambling shop.

Later generations have exposed more gambling on TV. People cheat more and more high-tech than this. This is just an entry-level. Mao Jue has already seen some clues when he came to Wen Meng last time, but he is too lazy to cause trouble. But this time, Wen Meng cut off this mind, at least he has to have a concern, so he will not cause trouble.

However, this incident seemed to have caused a little big deal. Wen Meng's eyes were straightened. Not only him, but the gambler in the room had a scarlet color.

Even in later generations, in the era of rule of law, there were no one who stabbed his parents with a knife to sell his children in order to bet, let alone these professional gamblers nowadays, their eyes were red, selling their children, selling their property and land, and finally sold all the coffins of their father and mother. In the end, they were fooled by others. This hatred is really no less than that of killing parents.

"Ma Lao San!!!"

With a bang, the knife was pulled out. Wen Meng kicked the table that had been lying for many days. On the table, copper, land deeds, dice and so on were scattered all over the ground. Holding the knife, this guy roared gritting his teeth.

With a shout, the gamblers also fucked their arms and wheels. The slutty dealer was surrounded by the middle and was stunned. He was still the boss of the gambling house who was high and became the target of public criticism in a blink of an eye. He was stunned. This guy looked at Mao Jue who was still holding his magnet bracelet, and his eyes were so eager to swallow him alive.

However, Mr. Mao is also a "identified" person now. He is ignorant of such evil forces and loses his identity. He doesn't care about Ma San's fierce eyes. He hugged Su Yi's shoulders and leisurely retreated back to the back to look lively.

He kicked a stool in front of him and pressed the knife. Wen Meng's horse face looked ferocious as if it was a horse's face. His beards were twitching and he shouted with his shoulders tilted.

"Ma San, fish have a fish path, shrimp have a shrimp path. You should know what the consequences of our dice shop's lead trick. Just stretch out your claws and let me chop off one more time, and then get out of the Dongjiang River. Forget this matter, otherwise, hum!"

Sweat beads flowed out from the forehead, and the fat face covered in pockmarks twitched violently. However, after looking around the scarlet eyes of the murderous gamblers, the guy shook his head very barely, and rubbed the right wrist of the dice.

"Okay, I've decided to admit defeat now. Let's follow the rules of the world, okay!"

The small stool was flat and took a deep breath. The guy squatted down and faced the stool. Wen Meng grinned with a hideous and cruel mouth and held the knife flat, waiting to give him a knife and two cuts.

However, the biggest rule in the world is that there is no rule!

Just as Ma San'er put his arm on the bench, he suddenly whistled in a hurry. Listening to the whistle, it was an old military man who had been through the battlefield for a long time and had been crawling back and forth among the dead. While his back was cold, Wen Meng had turned around and chopped over the knife. With a crack, blood splattered. The shirtless gambling man was chopped to the ground. The sharp knives of the bull ears were stabbed straight on the back of the kicked gambling table.

Qin Hui has three gangs! What's more, those who run a gambling house and run around the world are so likely that there are not many idle men under his hands? A whistle is a signal of action. Several idle men are directly among the gamblers. They are very cruel and are ruthless. They stabbed the sharp knife into the waist. Several of them fell to the ground in the screams, and they cut down the one who was using the black hand behind them. Wen Meng's eyes were wide open for a moment and screamed in panic.

"Young Master! Be careful!"

Black Knife was really hard to defend. Mao Jue was still there and saw how to chop his hands to enhance his psychological defense. Su Yi suddenly hit a knife and stabbed him on his waist. She screamed in shock. Su Yi didn't want to knock Mao Jue away and blocked him. Looking at the black-faced man's murderous intent, Mao Jue's pupils seemed to have magnified a little.

Bang~

Once my head was blooming, half of it was sprayed red, and my black face disappeared. The only tongue left, and the corpse was swaying to the ground. This scene was too bloody, and the chaotic gamblers in the room were even stopped in shock.

Then it was simple. The knife was stabbed on the body. On weekdays, gambled together. The gamblers also had a sense of the most. They beat the other two and pulled their hair down on the spot. The small gambling house fought again, and blood spurted on the wall with the sound of banging fists, and the big yellow teeth were everywhere.

This article Meng Hun is pretty good to Mao Jue, his nephew. He doesn't care about the congestion inside, and rushed to Mao Jue, who is still a little stunned while holding the gun, and pulled him out with Su Yi.

Fortunately, I went out to sea for a trip. In the past ten days, the second revolver was also completed. Wen Meng sent it directly to Mao Jue's residence in the camp. Otherwise, even if Su Yi didn't die, she would have half her life in. It was different from the last time she killed Shen Qian. Mao Jue was already fainted that time, but this time she was scared to death. She lowered her head and held the gun. Outside, he was breathing heavily.

The laws of this era, especially in the towns here, were really rough and tight. A team of street patrol soldiers came over and surrounded the gambling houses. They didn't care about anyone inside, and they all smashed out with scabbards. Wen Meng, the "personal person", explained a few words. The hundreds of households patrol the street patrols directly tilted their heads, and four of them were killed and stabbed to death, and they buried them on the spot. The three street patrol soldiers who were beaten to look like they were locked up and put into the general army's yamen. They probably threw them to work as laborers on any island, and stayed wherever they were left.

As for the gamblers who were unlucky to be knives, they fled themselves!

However, the incident was so chaotic that the grandson had a little bit of slightness and ran away.

"Young Master, don't worry, I will tell our brothers when I look back. Pidao is just a little bigger than his butt, and he can't escape!"

Thinking about what happened today, Wen Meng was still spitting out of luck and slapped his chest and assured Mao Jue, but Mao Jue finally woke up, but he was angry and went up to slap him on the forehead.

"You are still fucking trouble! How old are you at work? You play dice and drink big wine every day. Are you fucking worthy of the ancestors of the Wen family?"

"Little one, little one is not idle, he has itchy hands, so he just plays a few tricks!"

It was really a cry. Wen Meng, the uncle, made Mao Jue, the nephew, scolded him like a grandson. He spread his hands and hung his head with his head sadly, and smiled. Mao Jue was even more furious and slapped him again.

"You will go with me today and serve me as a water and urinal pot. I will watch you personally! If he doesn't learn well, I will beat you to death for my grandfather!"

Although he was slapped again, Wen Meng couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted in surprise.

"Young Master, you, do you want to transfer the little one into Xidaying?"

"You can't be a householder, but I can still take down someone to sue after following the general flag. Do you want to go?"

"Go! Go! Of course, I'll go! Whoever doesn't go will be the mantis!"

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Although the officials are young, being a poor soldier in Nandaying and being a Qianzheng in the West camp in Dongjiang are two different concepts. Not to mention the treatment of being a personal soldier with Mao Jue, the oil and water on the ship patrolling the sea is much more affordable than receiving the military pay that was short of half a year in the land battle camp.

Mao Jue went to find Mao Youde to drink wine. On the same day, Wen Meng was transferred to the 13,000th House of the Xidaying. Not only him, but also eleven of his trusted soldiers came over. When he heard this opportunity, none of them was a joke.

In the evening, the courtyard of the Qianhu Institution of Xidaying.

"Look, this is your young master! Your Master Qian! From now on, Master Qian will chop whoever you say, and you will chop whoever you want to chop! Even if you are in a sea of ​​knives and fire, you will not be timid for you! Whoever dares to pee your pants and loses my face, I will chop him up with my own hands!"

"I haven't seen Mr. Qian!"

Wen Meng shouted, and eleven soldiers, wearing old cotton armor, knelt down and bowed neatly, in their arms from fifty to fifteen years old.

"Meet Mr. Qian!"

However, at such a meeting, Mao Jue felt that the corners of his mouth were twitching, and it was not like the army's visit to the general. Instead, he had the feeling of a little brother paying his elder brother's gangster. However, this is popular these days, and Mao Jue didn't say much, so he could only accept the strange expression of an ordinary person kowtowed three times, then he raised his palm up and coughed pretentiously.

"Okay, get up for me!"

"From the future, you all follow me. If I have a bite, I won't let you go hungry. If I have a piece of cloth, I won't let you get frozen. As long as I do whatever I say, you will be able to eat delicious food and drink spicy food! Do you understand!"

This is a bit more gangster, but these big-headed soldiers are just taking this trick. The old man who is fifty-two-three, and has no teeth, takes the lead. These soldiers and gangsters bow together again.

"After the swords and fires, let Mr. Qian send you a mission!"

This is the first team under his command. Looking at these people's obedient appearance, they were always being taken care of by others before. Mao Jue, who had never taken care of others, suddenly felt a strange sense of pride in his heart.

I have my own subordinates too!

There are two rows of shops on both sides of the courtyard, which happened to allow Wen Meng and the soldiers to live there. On the first day, Mao Jue didn't bother to show his goodwill. He spent money to match each person with a new set of clothes, changed into a new bed, and even bought a banquet to give these poor and scared guys a tooth sacrifice.

However, when a group of guys were chewing pig elbows in vain, the door of the Qianzong Yamen was suddenly knocked lightly twice. Mao Jue, who was drinking a little, came to the gate of the yard in a daze and opened the door by himself.

"That calf?"

"Oh, Mr. Qian, it's me!"
Chapter completed!