Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

After going down the stairs, there is a heavy security door. There are two strong men guarding it. Their waists are bulging, so they should be left alone.

Seeing Mr. Liu coming, they all saluted and then opened the security door.

Behind the security door is a three-meter corridor. At the end of the corridor is another security door. Two strong men are guarding the door. They wait until the outside security door is closed before the one inside is opened.

Hei Xiong joked: "Sister Liu, why do you make it look like a bank?"

Mr. Liu smiled: "Safety first."

Exiting the door is the lobby, and the decoration is more than one level higher than that of the small casino outside.

High-grade wool carpets, polished shiny gambling equipment, surrounded by men in suits or jeweled ladies, bunny girls carrying trays shuttled among the crowd, huge crystal lamps above their heads, and melodious music floating in the air.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Heixiong couldn't help but smacked his lips. He had long heard that the Dream Paris Underground Casino was comparable to the Grand Lisboa, but he had never been in it. When he saw it today, it was indeed well-deserved.

These people who participate in gambling are much more well-educated than the gamblers outside. They have cigars in their left hands and goblets in their right hands. They speak politely and look like the upper class.

Mr. Liu smiled and said: "Little brother, this is a high-end gambling establishment. The minimum bet is ten thousand. Do you like it?"

Ye Feng did not pick up on Mr. Liu and patted Hei Xiong on the shoulder: "I'll leave the money to you!"

"Ah?" Hei Xiong was startled and said hurriedly: "Brother Ye Feng, don't be kidding me. With the money in my hands, I can make it for you in less than an hour!"

After losing 100,000 in gambling outside, Hei Xiong fully understood how bad his hands were. Ye Feng could not let himself lose the money he had worked so hard to win.

Ye Feng took out the 100,000-dollar chip from his pocket and winked at him: "Brother Xiong, whatever you play with confidence will be mine!"

The purpose of coming here was to find money for Xiao Hao. Now that his purpose was achieved, Ye Feng knew that if he won so much money, the casino would definitely not let him leave easily.

Ye Feng is not afraid of the other party's retaliation, but because the one million will cause a lot of trouble, it is not worth it, and it may cause complications and delay the main business.

Liu Ye just doesn't want him to take away the money. It doesn't matter whether he loses or Heixiong loses.

"Please!" Mr. Liu smiled and extended his hand.

"Why are you urging me?" Heixiong glared at him, threw a bag of chips to his younger brother, lit a cigarette, and sat down at the gaming table with his stomach down.

Ye Feng was playing with the 100,000-dollar chip in his hand and wandering around the casino leisurely.

In fact, after Ye Feng came in, he released the millimeter-level reconnaissance plane, and soon found Qian Xiaohao fighting hard in front of a gambling table.

Qian Xiaohao was dressed in cheap street clothes, with a pair of dirty cloth shoes on his feet and no socks. His hair was so greasy that he could hold out a handful of oil. He had been gambling here for three days and nights without rest, and his face was pale and his lips were blue.

The eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot.

The dealer dealt the cards, Qian Xiaohao lifted up a corner with two fingers, his eyes suddenly burst into light.

The man in a suit opposite him also gently opened the buttoned card and took a look, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"I will definitely win this one!"

Qian Xiaohao pushed out the few remaining chips in front of him, and the man in the suit also threw a few randomly.

"I'm following!"

Qian Xiaohao laughed loudly and slammed the cards on the gambling table: "Two kings! I will definitely win this time..."

Before Qian Xiaohao finished speaking, the man in the suit turned over the cards he was holding.

"Two guns!"

Qian Xiaohao's eyes almost bulged out, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning, and then turned into a frost-beaten eggplant and fell on the seat.

"How could this happen? How could I lose? I can obviously win! I will definitely win next time! Yes, next time!"

The dealer held a stick like a hockey stick and moved the chips on the table towards the man in the suit.

"Wait a moment!"

Qian Xiaohao threw himself on the gambling table, staring at the man in the suit with bloodshot eyes: "Come on! I will definitely win!"

The man in a suit slowly took out a cigarette, and a voluptuous and sexy woman next to him immediately lit it for him.

"But you've run out of bets!"

"Can you lend it to me? One million... no, one hundred thousand! Lend me one hundred thousand and I can turn over the money!"

The man in suit sneered.

The beautiful croupier said indifferently: "Sir, please leave the gaming table!"

Qian Xiaohao clenched his fists, his joints crackling, and finally stood up from the gaming table, looking at the croupier crossing the chips with a look of reluctance.

"No! I must turn over my book!"

Qian Xiaohao jumped up from his chair and said shamelessly to a beautiful woman next to him: "Sister, please do me a favor and lend me 100,000 yuan. I will give you half of the money you win!"

The beautiful woman glanced at him arrogantly and turned her head.

When Qian Xiaohao saw that the other party ignored him, he turned around and begged a young man in a suit: "Brother, please lend me one hundred thousand... No! Ten thousand! Please lend me ten thousand to turn over the original!"

The young man in a suit turned his head indifferently.

Qian Xiaohao gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of the young man, grabbing his trouser legs with both hands: "I beg you, lend me ten thousand!"

"roll!"

The young man in a suit kicked Qian Xiaohao to the ground and spat at him.

Qian Xiaohao lay on the ground and cried loudly, with a lot of snot and tears: "Who lends me 10,000 yuan! He is my biological father!"

Qian Xiaohao's cry came from the quiet casino, and the gamblers looked sideways with disdain on their faces.

"Clang!"

A chip fell in front of him, rolled a certain distance on the wool carpet, and fell in front of Qian Xiaohao.

Qian Xiaohao stopped crying instantly, looked up and saw a handsome young man looking at him with a smile.

Qian Xiaohao held the chips in his hand and wiped the snot and tears from his face.

"Thank you! Thank you, dad! When I turn over the copy, I will return it to you with interest!"

In order to borrow money for gambling, Qian Xiaohao called a man younger than himself dad, which was really shameless!

Ye Feng was extremely disgusted with this kind of people, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said, "You don't have to pay back the money. I just want to ask you a question."

"Don't ask one question, I'll tell you a hundred!"

Qian Xiaohao's mind was now filled with copying, and he didn't think about why Ye Feng asked him questions or what questions he asked.

Holding the 100,000-dollar chip, Qian Xiaohao returned to the gambling table in high spirits, arranged the chips on the table boldly, and shouted to the dealer: "Deal!"

Ye Feng did not follow Qian Xiaohao, but found a place to sit down and rest.

A few minutes later, frustrated Qian Xiaohao stood in front of Ye Feng.

"dad……"

Ye Feng raised his eyelids and asked with a faint expression on his face: "Lost?"

Qian Xiaohao nodded and then said: "It's not my fault this time, it was the woman next to me who touched me and took away my luck!"

Qian Xiaohao approached Ye Feng with a shy face: "Dad! Are you rewarding me with a hundred thousand yuan to make up for my loss? I swear, I will definitely win back my loss with interest this time... Hey! Dad! Don't leave! Slow down.

"Come on, don't fall, I'll hold you up!"

Ye Feng stopped and looked sideways at Qian Xiaohao: "Do you know who I am?"

Qian Xiaohao was startled, then grinned and said, "You are my dad!"

Ye Feng sneered: "I am Liu Ru's boyfriend!"

The smile on Qian Xiaohao's face froze instantly. He remembered that Ye Feng had given him money just now and said he wanted to ask a question.

"What's the matter? Qian Xiaohao immediately changed his face and said coldly and cautiously."

Ye Feng said: "Mengmeng is missing, I want to ask you if you know?"

A strange look flashed in Qian Xiaohao's eyes, and then he said with an indifferent expression: "Do you have anything to do with me? That bitch has been messing around outside all day long. It's hard to say whether the child is mine, just throw it away!"

Ye Feng frowned slightly and reached out to pat his shoulder: "If you know the news about Mengmeng, tell me and I will give you one hundred thousand yuan. If you can bring Mengmeng back, I will give you one million!"

Ye Feng stuffed a piece of paper with a phone number into his pocket.

"If you have any news, please call me!"

Ye Feng left with Hei Xiong who had lost all his chips.

Outside "Dream Paris", Hei Xiong smoked a cigarette and asked: "Brother Ye Feng, why didn't you get that kid out? This kind of person is a bitch, and he will say anything after a beating!"

Ye Feng smiled: "This kind of thing cannot be rushed. Thank you Brother Xiong for your help. I will handle the rest of the matter myself. You can go ahead!"

Heixiong nodded, turned on the loudspeaker of the Porsche and left.

Ye Feng also got into his car, but did not leave. Instead, he monitored Qian Xiaohao through the millimeter-level reconnaissance aircraft left in the casino.

Qian Xiaohao threw the note Ye Feng gave him on the ground, spat on it and stepped on it, but then thought about it, bent down to pick it up, wiped off the dirt on it, and carefully put it into his pocket.

Qian Xiaohao had a bad reputation in the casino. No one lent him money, and his pocket was cleaner than his face. He could only leave "Dream Paris" dejectedly.

He hailed a taxi on the side of the road, reported his address, and returned to his residence.

This is a shantytown, full of privately built iron houses. Qian Xiaohao stopped the taxi at an intersection and ran into a convenience store on the pretext of buying a pack of cigarettes.

But ten minutes passed and the taxi driver didn't see anyone.

Qian Xiaohao bought a pack of cigarettes at the convenience store, left through the back door, climbed over the wall to the opposite road, and walked into a small door with a red light on the two-story dilapidated building.

A bald, greasy man walked out with his belt in his hands. Qian Xiaohao passed him by, pushed the door open and entered the small private room.

The room was lit by an orange night light, posters of popular celebrities from the last century were posted on the walls, and the trash can on the floor was filled with used toilet paper and condoms.

A woman in her forties was getting dressed and cleaning up the messy bed. There was two hundred dollars on the bedside table. Qian Xiaohao went up and grabbed it.

"Save some for me!"

The woman rushed to grab her, but Qian Xiaohao slapped her and knocked her down on the bed, her hair disheveled and in a miserable state.

"Go! Get me something to eat!"

Qian Xiaohao sat by the bed, took out the shriveled cigarette case from the table, crushed it and threw it on the ground.

The woman cursed and went out, and soon came back with a bucket of instant noodles.

Qian Xiaohao didn't sleep for three days and three nights. After eating instant noodles, he fell asleep. However, not long after sleeping, he was woken up by a woman's slap.

"Get out of here quickly, there are guests!"

Qian Xiaohao rubbed his sleepy eyes and left the room, and an old man came in immediately.

I stood outside and reached into my pocket. I didn't take out the two hundred yuan, but I took out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Spicy next door!”

Qian Xiaohao wanted to go back to get the money, but the door was locked from the inside, and there was a violent banging sound and a woman's cry of feigned pain from behind the door.

Looking at the note Ye Feng left for him, Qian Xiaohao scratched his scalp, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.