In Shanghai, many blatant assassinations are not only possible by one or two organized commands. Political assassination naturally led to the national salvation movement since the early 1930s. It led to the emergence of some artificial and spontaneous organizations and institutions among the small citizens in Shanghai who acted for patriotism and for their own interests. Sometimes, these individuals are combined with the Kuomintang’s military agent organization, and sometimes they act alone. Excerpted from the famous American sinologist Wei Feide's "Shanghai Detu"

"He Tianfeng and two bodyguards were killed, Chen Mingchu was seriously injured, is Lin Zhijiang..." Han Han deliberately paused and laughed.

"Lin Zhijiang is not dead?" Wu Ming frowned slightly and rolled his eyes. "It's reasonable to have a dim light and not stabbed the vital points, but my steel needle is poisoned. This guy is really lucky."

"Haha, that guy is very lucky." Han Han smiled wickedly, "But life is worse than death!"

"Tell me clearly." Wu Ming glared at Han Han with some dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with life and death? What's going on?"

"Don't you know the effect of the poison you applied?" Han Han asked strangely: "Lin Zhijiang is lying in the hospital now, just a corpse that can breathe. Isn't this called life worse than death?"

"Vegetative?" Wu Ming touched his chin and said, "These snake venoms were given by others, and I was just random. Could this trick actually damage the human nervous system?" "Anyway, the traitors in No. 76 suffered a big loss this time, and more than a dozen bodyguards could make you succeed." Han Han looked at Wu Ming admiringly, "I heard that No. 76 has now ordered the spy chiefs of his subordinates to not be allowed to go to entertainment venues at will, which scared them so much. If they encounter a chance next time, they have to think about taking me with me, and I will be almost suffocated."

"Let's talk about next time next time." Wu Ming waved his hand, took a dice cup on the table, and shook it vigorously. The three dice made a messy sound in the dice cup. His eyes narrowed slightly and listened intently.

Han Han couldn't figure out what Wu Ming was doing, so he stared at his actions blankly.

"Guess, it's big yes," Wu Ming asked with a smile on his hand.

"It's either big or small." Han Han said indifferently, and saw Wu Ming glaring at him, he quickly changed his words. "I'll put it too big."

Wu Ming shook his head, "You are confused and can't count. Come on, you shake, I'll guess."

"I guessed right?" Han Han was a little disbelief. He opened the cover and saw that it was indeed big.

"Hehe, my luck is really good!" Han Han picked up the dice cup and shook it hard.

After shaking a few moves, Wu Ming actually guessed very accurately. Han Han was a little puzzled and began to take it seriously. He shook left and right, shaking up and down, but Wu Ming could still maintain considerable accuracy.

"Let's take a break!" Wu Ming waved his hand and said, "It's about 70% to 80% success rate. It seems that I still have to practice!"

Han Han looked at Wu Ming incredibly, recalling Wu Ming's actions just now, and asked tentatively: "How did you guess it? Could it be that it depends on this?" He pointed his ears as he said.

"Very smart." Wu Ming nodded with a smile, "I also heard that someone could listen to dice. When I arrived in Shanghai, I bought a dice cup. I shook it while I was idle, and figured out the tricks."

"Your ears are very sensitive, so after practicing, you have mastered the tricks." Han Han added.

"Where are some tricks, they are all practiced." Wu Ming said proudly: "When the dice falls on the glass mat at the bottom of the cup, each side has a different tone. Of course, this difference is very subtle, but I can hear some changes now. Although it is not 100% yet, it is not far away."

Han Han gave Wu Ming a thumbs up, "Awesome, you can make a fortune with this move."

"Entertainment is purely entertainment in leisure." Wu Ming shook his head modestly, "I haven't thought about big fortune. Is this small fortune? It's so-called "fafa."

"Are you a little unemployed?" Han Han gently tapped the cup cover with his fingers and frowned.

"This is a side job, and I can still distinguish between the primary and secondary ones in my heart." Wu Ming opened the fan with a blink of an eye, "Besides, what's wrong with me using my spare time to learn new things? Maybe I will really make a living from this in the future?"

"I can't tell you." Han Han shook his head helplessly, "Anyway, in Shanghai, you should pay attention to your status like you and me."

"I understand this." Wu Ming gently shook the fan, "It's not about smashing the place and making some money. As long as you control it properly, no one will pay attention. Besides, the small ignites in the wild, the middle ignites in the city, and the big ignites in the morning. I think it's good to be a Zhongyin. It's a little problem to just seek low-key. Tonight, you'll accompany me to see if my technology can withstand the test of practice."

The Zhaofeng General Association is not an open casino, and it is not a member or cannot be introduced by members. Most of the members there are "upstarts" in the Wang Puppet regime, while others are rich people from Shanghai. The people who come here mainly for gambling. There are various gambling tables in the two halls on the ground floor. Some of them are gambling such as roulette, Paijiu, size, and fan stalls. They are gambling places between gamblers, while others such as mahjong, poker, sand crab, etc., gambling between gamblers, and the venue only takes the taps.

Wu Ming also had his own considerations when choosing this place. On the one hand, the environment here is good and quiet, and it is not easy to disturb his dice. On the other hand, it is strong here, and he will not attract attention if he wins some money. Moreover, the reputation here is good. At least he should not send some gangsters to chase him and chop people after he wins money. Wu Ming is wearing a suit, with his brows raised, his eyes slightly drooping, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He sat at the closest position to the dealer. Han Han dressed as a bodyguard, wearing an eyebrow and holding his arms. There are not many people playing this today, and there are only Wu Ming on this table.
Chapter completed!