Trafford’s Trading Club

He hurriedly rushed to the room that served as the monitoring room. Andrew had always exuded the aura of a beast.

In this huge city, after working hard to reach his current status, Andrew naturally has his own extraordinary features and extraordinary methods.

Money is a good thing because it can buy a lot of the services of politicians, because it... Andrew is able to do a lot of things outside the limits.

His body may have the smell of blood that even cologne can't cover up.

"Is this this guy?" Andrew's eyes were like a falcon.

"Yes, boss, now he has won the 31st time. And the strange thing is that he always puts in the minimum amount of money and never raises the bet." The manager's face was naturally ugly, "We have to feel Fortunately, he was not playing baccarat... Otherwise, even if he made the minimum bet every time, we would probably lose to other gamblers and go bankrupt."

"Please invite this gentleman to the VIP room." Andrew said calmly.

…

This is mentioned in the movie. It seems that there are more plots in the novel, but it seems that this kind of situation really exists.

It was said to be a VIP room, but it was actually a quieter environment than outside. The only people sitting opposite were the owner of the casino and one of his followers.

Of course, there are only Luo Qiu and You Ye on the other side.

"What should I call this gentleman?" Andrew asked rather politely.

He is not someone who believes in luck, he believes in his own hard work. Therefore, he does not believe that anyone can achieve such a winning streak due to luck.

For this reason, Andrew sighed even more. To be able to do this is to have extraordinary skills, and to dare to do these things in a casino is to have extraordinary courage.

So Andrew was suddenly very interested in this young oriental man, no matter what his plans were.

"Call me...k."

Boss Luo, who felt that he could be more casual in this place that was extremely far away from his hometown, said softly.

This style of painting is actually pretty good, right?

Maybe it will be a bit earthy. But if it’s personal taste, it doesn’t seem to matter whether it’s soil or not, right?

"Mr. K?" Andrew nodded.

Obviously, this guy has no intention of revealing his true identity.

While his suspicion increased, the smile on Andrew's face became more sincere, "Oh, Mr. K, your skills really amaze me! I think it will be difficult to find someone as powerful as you... No Do you know what Mr. K wants from me?"

"Why does Mr. Andrew think I am looking for you?"

Andrew smiled and said: "Mr. K is joking. Every time you bet with the lowest chips, even if you win an astonishing number of times in a row, you actually win very little. Isn't this the message you gave me? ?”

Luo Qiu played with a chip he had been holding from the gambling table outside, and suddenly tapped the table twice and said, "Mr. Andrew, have you ever heard of the [Gold] Competition?"

Andrew was startled.

After being startled for a moment, his expression became unusually solemn. But he quickly regained his relaxed expression and smiled: "This is the largest and safest competition in the underground world. I want to know a lot of people, right?"

Luo Qiu said: "If Mr. Andrew knows, that would be great."

As he said that, Luo Qiu glanced at the man in a suit and tie behind Andrew.

Andrew said calmly: "This is my assistant."

Luo Qiu also said calmly: "Currently, I have an admission ticket for [Gold]. I wonder if Mr. Andrew is interested?"

Even though Andrew was extremely calm on the surface at this time, his slightly moving eyes betrayed his inner peace. For him who knew what the [Gold] game was, it was indeed difficult to maintain inner peace at this moment.

[Gold]’s admission ticket? That is not something that can be obtained with ordinary wealth!

Wealth, reputation, status...even power, these things are all indispensable.

But Andrew is clearly a very suspicious man. Under the service of his assistant, he lit a cigar, took two puffs slowly, and suddenly said with a smile: "Is the admission ticket in Mr. K's hand a fake?"

"In the last competition, I was really unhappy about losing." Luo Qiu acted as if he didn't hear anything, and kept talking without any fluctuation in his heart, "Therefore, I have to give up those things in my name." I have disposed of all the waste, and then I plan to buy some new ones. There are many ring owners in Moscow, but I heard that Mr. Andrew’s ring is very good, so I thought about it and came to you first."

"Do you want to buy a boxer from me and then go to [Gold]?" Andrew couldn't help but frowned.

In the underground world, the trading between black market boxers is not a strange thing. This is like the world of football or basketball, the business between licensed clubs living under the sun.

But since we were buying a boxer, why would the other party mention [Gold] specifically?

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Why did you deliberately reveal the [Gold] competition to Mr. Andrew, right?"

Andrew was shocked at this moment... This young guy could actually see through his thoughts at a glance. But he smiled calmly and said: "Isn't this normal? It's just a boxer business, why does Mr. K need to mention that competition?"

"If it's a pure boxer trade..." Luo Qiu blinked and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to buy the most powerful boxer from Mr. Andrew. Mr. Andrew is a sensible person and should know the difference between a first-rate boxer and a second-rate boxer. The gap. Well, let’s put it this way? It’s not like buying a second-rate or even third-rate boxer for the price of a first-rate boxer… I don’t care about the price of the boxer, but all I want is a clean boxer. "

Andrew said calmly: "Mr. K, don't worry, the boxers here are absolutely 'clean' and have never used any drugs or hormones. They are not the kind of paper people who can only serve as models and wither away all of a sudden."

Speaking of this, it seems that we should continue to talk.

But under Andrew's surprised gaze, the guy who called himself Mr. K suddenly stood up... Well, the really beautiful woman he brought arranged his clothes carefully for him.

Although there were only two of them, their grandeur was strangely displayed.

"Mr. Andrew, think about it." Luo Qiu said calmly: "I will come again in two days, hoping that I can see your best boxer then... Of course, Mr. Andrew is not the only ring master in Moscow, right? By the way, I’ll give this back to you, I had a lot of fun today.”

Boss Luo suddenly flicked his thumb, and the chips he had been playing with were flicked into the air, and then landed on the table in the VIP room.

The moment it fell, Luo Qiu had already opened the door and left.

Andrew kept watching the two people leave until the door was closed, but he remained motionless, his eyes narrowed slightly in the smoke released by the burning cigar.

"Boss, this guy's origin is unknown. How about we call some brothers..."

Andrew suddenly waved his hand, sighed slowly, and then pointed at the chips on the table. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the way the chips fell. He only regarded it as an assistant to Mr. K's handsome behavior and frowned. .

He suddenly felt something was wrong, so he couldn't help but walked into the middle of the table, took a closer look, and then opened his mouth in surprise.

"Chips..."

The chip with the smallest denomination in the casino was indeed lying on the gaming table at this time. But it sank!

What should I say?

For example, if a stone falls on muddy ground, even if it sinks, so will the chips!

The assistant took the chip out of the gambling table with great difficulty, weighed the weight of the chip, and said incredulously: "Boss, how did this guy do it?"

Andrew took a deep breath and said: "I don't care how this guy does it... What I care about is whether he really has the ticket for [Gold]!"

"Boss, what exactly is this [Gold]?"

"This is..." Just when Andrew was about to speak, the door of the VIP room was opened again.

The subordinate who came in saw that there was only the boss and his assistant, so he said directly: "Boss, that Anton is here, and he is alone."

Andrew murmured to himself: "If it is true...it seems that I need to let this Anton truly become my boxer." (To be continued.)