Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty Three-One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty Four

1853 One life for another.

"Now, try to get this matter settled today." Yang Ming didn't want to stay here and had unfinished business at home.

"Okay..." Wang Mei nodded and dialed the number that the person at the casino left for her.

Soon, someone answered the phone over there. Wang Mei asked carefully in English: "Hello, I am Zhang Jiefang's family. Our people have prepared the money. What should we do now?" the other person said on the phone. After hearing a few words, Wang Mei nodded hurriedly. After a while, Wang Mei hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming: "Brother Yang, they asked you to go to the casino now and find Manager Smith of the Communist Party Protection Department.

"Okay, I understand, you can wait for me here." Yang Ming made a note of it and was ready to go.

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

"If you go, it will be dangerous. I have to take care of you. Just wait here for news." Yang Ming couldn't figure out what the casino was planning. It just wanted money.

then what.

After listening to Yang Ming's words, Wang Mei knew that what Yang Ming said was that the matter would take care of itself, but that she was a burden and that Yang Ming still had to take care of her safety.

After leaving the hotel, Yang Ming got into a taxi waiting for guests in front of the hotel and told the driver the name of the casino. Although Yang Ming also saw the address of the casino in the information, he was not familiar with the city of Las Vegas. Even if Yang Ming is told the name of the street, Yang Ming cannot find it.

"Sir, are you going to have fun?" The taxi driver smiled slightly after hearing the address reported by Yang Ming. There is an unspoken rule in the casino that taxis can get a reward of ten dollars for every guest they send to the casino, so the taxi driver was very happy. Chatted with Yang Ming.

In fact, many entertainment industries or hotels have similar rules. If a taxi brings a guest, you can receive a bonus.

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

"Keep it in check, don't play too much, just stop playing in moderation." The taxi driver also saw that Yang Ming didn't want to talk more, so he just reminded him. He didn't think much about anything else. He just thought that Yang Ming was a foreigner and didn't talk much in English, so he talked less.

"Thank you." Yang Ming thought to himself that the taxi driver was a pretty good character. However, his reminder is of little use to real gamblers.

-The size of the casino is even larger than the Douglas Hotel. Yang Ming paid the fare and got out of the car.

He looked at this magnificent building coldly.

Look - these big characters are shining with neon blood.

-South City, South City Casino? Yang Ming frowned. The name seemed familiar. Where had he heard it?

Entering the casino, the waiter greeted Yang Ming enthusiastically: "Sir, do you need to exchange chips?" Yang Ming was unfamiliar with the IP members of the casino. The waiters basically knew Yang Ming and looked at him, as if he was here to play temporarily. The same goes for tourists, so I asked him directly if he wanted to exchange chips.

"Mr. Smith?" The waiter was stunned, and then thought that Mr. Smith, the manager of the security department, had already told all the receptionists at the front desk that if anyone came to see him, he would be taken directly to the security manager's office. So the waiter smiled and said: "If he is here, please come with me."

Yang Ming didn't say anything, just nodded and followed the waiter. He entered the casino, passed through a long employee passage, and came to an office door. The waiter knocked on the door, and then there was a call from inside. A rich male voice: "Who?"

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

The waiter opened the door and took Yang Ming into the office. Yang Ming saw a middle-aged black man with a somewhat ferocious appearance sitting on an office chair. In the cubicle next to him, there were also several tall and round men sitting. The big men of all skin colors looked like they were under Smith's command.

"Okay." The waiter nodded and turned around to leave, not forgetting to close the door to the room.

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

Yang Ming took the opportunity to sit on the sofa in front of Smith's desk.

But Smith didn't say anything. The big men in the cubicle stood up and gathered around the sofa where Yang Ming was sitting.

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

"Your friends are very good." Smith didn't expect that this invisible pressure would be of no use to Yang Ming, and he didn't know whether this kid was pretending or real.

"Let's make a price." Yang Ming naturally knew that if Smith and the others had plans, they would not harm Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang.

"A price?" Smith shook his head: "I'm not talking about this. Let's ask Mr. Klass to tell you. Your friend bet with him."

Not long after Smith finished speaking, the door to the security manager's room was pushed open again and an Asian man walked in, followed by four black men.

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

With that said, Smith gave up his position to the Asian man Klass. And Klass sat down in Smith's seat without any courtesy at all.

Yang Ming had been paying attention to Smith's demeanor. Judging from his respect for Klass, Yang Ming knew that Klass's identity was not simple. Either he was from the casino, or he had a very distinguished status, and the casino did not dare to offend him. Only people can make Smith respect him so much.

Yang Ming's original guess was that the casino and a certain gambler teamed up to trick Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang, and then the gambler came forward to ask for money from Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang's family members.

Only in this case will the casino risk being investigated by the regulatory authorities to help gamblers deduct people here.

But now it seems that the security manager's attitude towards Klass is a bit too respectful. Could it be that his guess was wrong, and it was really because Klass's status was very high that the casino helped him?

"Are you a friend of Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang?" What surprised Yang Ming was that Klass actually spoke fluent Chinese and did not use English in front of Yang Ming.

"Yes." Since he spoke in Chinese, Yang Ming naturally also spoke in 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's tone was very calm.

"Just tell me how much you want." Yang Ming frowned.

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

Klas's strange attitude made Yang Ming more and more confused. What did that mean if he was not short of money?

"Then what are you going to do?" Yang Ming did not get angry, but waited for Klass to continue, "What I am most indispensable for is money." Klass shook his head as if talking to himself: "Money To me, it’s just a number without any pleasure or excitement. I like excitement, I like taking risks, and I pursue that moment of happiness, so I like to bet my life with others,”

If this matter hadn't revealed something fishy from beginning to end, Yang Ming would have been wary.

Yang Ming would definitely think that Klaas was a lunatic, but Yang Ming didn't feel that way now.

Because Yang Ming felt that Klass was not crazy, but Klass's words made Yang Ming confused.

"If you want to take over this matter, then you have to bet with me!" Klaas 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 to save another! Claes laughed: "If you win, I will give you a life. If you win again, I will give you a life again. Clas said that Yang Ming finally understood Clas. What Si means is that if he beats him once, he will give back the life of one of Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang.

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

"If you lose, your life will naturally be mine." Klass shrugged: "It's fun, right?"

1854, suspicion arose.

"Fun?" Yang Ming raised his eyelids lightly: "You think this is fun?"

"Yes, I have already said that I want to pursue excitement. Ordinary games can no longer bring me any feelings. Only controlling other people's life and death will excite me!" Claes said seriously: "Of course You can choose not to gamble, I will not force others to do anything, you can leave now."

"Where are my friends that I left?" Yang Ming curled his lips. What Klas said was simply nonsense. Knowing that now that he is here, he cannot leave alone.

"They are sorry that they lost their lives. I will be responsible for harvesting." Klass said as if it was a common thing: "Unless someone bets their lives with me for them."

When Yang Ming said he was going to survive, he began to think about countermeasures in his heart. Of course, Yang Ming is sure to kill everyone in the room directly. He can also kill these people while leaving Claes alive and find Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang through him.

Since Klaas can talk to him here with confidence, Yang Ming also believes that he is not a fool. Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang have probably been moved to other places and will not be in the casino anymore.

Of course, although Yang Ming was sure to subdue Klaas and make him tell the truth, what Yang Ming was afraid of was that Klaas was also a pawn who was pushed to the front and controlled him by himself. What if he didn't know anything? , or the person behind him doesn't care about him at all, which is self-defeating.

The reason why Yang Ming was so cautious was because he felt that this matter was weird and not ordinary weird from the beginning. Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang met a life-betting lunatic just once in a casino?

If he is as rich as Klass said and Smith respects him so much, he must be a VIP person in this casino. How could he have any intersection with Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang? These big gamblers are all in For those who gamble in the upstairs room, tourists like Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang can only play in the lobby on the first floor until they die. I can't hang out with Claes, so it's obvious that something is wrong.

After figuring out the key points of the matter and the pros and cons, Yang Ming was not ready to attack directly. He was ready to wait and see what other tricks Klaas could come up with in the future.

"Oh, gambling on life, I guess what I'm good at is gambling on life." Yang Ming's shocking words startled Klaas.

He originally thought that Yang Ming would back down, and even if he agreed, he reluctantly agreed. He was so scared, but he didn't expect that Yang Ming said that gambling on life is good, and what he is best at is gambling on life...

Is this guy also a lunatic? Claes hesitated for a moment but thought to himself

This kid is not pretending to be Huai'er. What are you afraid of him for? So he said: "That's great. If that's the case, you have no objection. We will meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. We will not wait until the deadline. Of course, you don't have to come."

"Nine o'clock tomorrow, right? Okay." Yang Ming responded directly.

Play gambling? Yang Ming has never been afraid of anyone... If he were playing with someone else, Yang Ming would be even less afraid.

After Yang Ming finished speaking, he ignored Klass and stood up directly, preparing to go out. Klass didn't say anything, but Smith's face was a little ugly. He had called his men to surround Yang Ming before, just to give him a blow. He was very unhappy with Yang Ming's calm expression. Who wouldn't be cautious when it came to him?

"Ahem!" Smith coughed twice, hinting to his men to show Yang Ming's color.

"Are you just leaving like this?" A big black man blocked Yang Ming.

"Is there anything else?" Yang Ming asked calmly. He naturally heard Smith's cough and knew it was Smith's hint.

"The matter between you and Mr. Klass has been settled, but the commission your friend owes the casino has not yet been settled!" Smith said very unhappily. He felt very humiliated by Yang Ming's attitude.

"Rake?" Yang Ming turned around and looked at Smith coldly: "Isn't the casino's rake taken from the winner? It's up to Klass."

After speaking, Yang Ming walked forward. The big black man couldn't let Yang Ming go without Smith's permission, so he blocked Yang Ming like an iron barricade.

"Get out." Yang Ming frowned, casually grabbed the collar of the black man and gently swung the black man to the side. Gu Da's body was thrown out like a ground bomb, landing directly three meters away. There was a loud noise on the wall, and the black man immediately collapsed to the ground and fainted as his head hit the wall.

After doing this, Yang Ming opened the door and went out without looking at Smith's reaction.

Smith's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Yang Ming was so awesome and could throw a 200-pound man out with a seemingly casual push. Was he still a human?

You know, black people are naturally big and strong, but Yang looked a lot smaller than him. As a result, Yang Ming was able to lift him up with one hand. What a strength!

"Damn it!" Smith wanted to give Yang Ming a slap in the face, but he didn't expect that Yang Ming gave him a blow and made a big fool of himself. Smith was a little unwilling: "I have to find someone to deal with this kid!"

As he spoke, Smith wanted to give instructions to his men, but was interrupted by Klass on the side: "Smith, don't mess around and miss our important business, let alone you, even the owner of your casino can't afford it! "

"Yes...yes...Mr. Klass, I just said it casually. Don't be angry..." Smith was startled and suddenly woke up. He was cooperating with Mr. Klass, but he couldn't act on impulse. If something big goes wrong, you'll be doomed!

Smith also vaguely knew that Klass's background was not simple. Even the big boss of his own casino was wary of three points. Otherwise, he could not risk being investigated by the management department and help Klass deduct people.

Although the hostages have been moved to other places, the casino still has an unshirkable responsibility. But the fact that the boss can actually risk damaging the reputation of the casino and help the people behind Claes shows the problem.

"Don't worry, I won't let him leave here alive tomorrow." Klass said with a sneer.

"That's because Mr. Klass's gambling skills are unrivaled in the world and even our casino consultant is no match for him!" Smith said flatteringly.

After Yang Ming left the room, although he kept walking toward the entrance of the casino, he was not idle. Now that he had noticed something was wrong, Yang Ming directly used his powers to lock the situation in the security manager's room.

After seeing the conversation between Smith and Klass, Yang Ming felt a chill in his heart. He secretly thought that it was a fluke and thanks to the analysis he had just undergone, he did not act rashly. As expected, there was someone behind Klass. If he had taken him down today, maybe Er couldn't ask anything but even harmed Zhang Bin.

But, what is the purpose of these people doing this? Is it just for excitement? Yang Ming didn't believe his words at all. Although this matter appears to be caused by Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang, these people seem to be targeting the two of them.

But Yang Ming felt that this matter was not that simple. If his intuition was not wrong, Klass seemed to be targeting himself, especially his last sentence - "Don't worry, I won't let him leave alive tomorrow." here."