landscape.

This place in Yanjing cannot be said to be the best, but it is rare to see a club with guests worth less than nine figures.

Under the guise of a leisure club, it is actually a gold-selling cave.

A gold-selling cave that sells gambling.

Winning or losing hundreds of thousands in a game is a low-level gambling game. It is not uncommon for rich people to make millions in and out of money at every turn.

Those who are lucky can enjoy the highest-end services and entertainment here without having to pay any money. Those who are unlucky will lose everything and their families will be ruined.

Shanshui Eighth Floor is closed tonight. Because of one person.

He is a regular customer here and a special guest.

He has no substantial financial resources, except for an old house of less than 100 square meters allocated in the Third Ring Road 26 years ago. He has no other fixed assets. As for fixed income - he has not worked a day in the past 26 years.

This is a down-and-out old man in a suit and leather shoes, with a slicked back hair and a bruised nose and face.

He is fifty-three years old. According to the standards of men, he is still middle-aged. But most of his hair is gray. He looks like a hard worker who has been bent by life.

On the first night of the Lunar New Year, he stayed up all night and lost 1.8 million to welcome the New Year.

In the next few big gambling games, he lost an average of five million per game.

Until last month, the more he played, the more he played, and the more he lost.

Today, he lost 10 million in one breath.

He has no money.

Anyone who knows him knows that according to this way of playing, all his wealth is not enough to play for the first half of the night.

But he is a frequent visitor here. The club never turns him away because there is always someone to repay what he owes to the club.

In fact, no profit-making establishment would dare to offend a guest like this. But he was beaten because one of the shareholders of the club was his mortal enemy.

The man with a bruised nose and face took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned up the nosebleeds in his nose, and straightened his slightly messy head. He sat at the round table and lit a cigarette, as if his whole body was missing bones, and slumped limply on the chair.

Go up. Look at the man opposite with a smile.

Sitting opposite him was a man in a wheelchair.

Behind the man in the wheelchair stood eight powerful and burly men. Two of them had just beaten the old man in a straight suit for five minutes. If he hadn't been so strong and strong, he would have been sent to the hospital until they were tired.

The old man stood up slowly, dusted off his body, and sat on the chair smoking and drinking with peace of mind like the most popular guest.

The man in the wheelchair stared hard at the old guy who couldn't be beaten. With a slight push, the wheelchair slid forward a few meters and said gloomily: "Chu Lin. If I were you, I would have hit him head-on and died."

"Life is precious." The old man Chu Lin puffed out a puff of smoke and said leisurely.

"You have lost 90 million here before and after. Counting this time, the total is 100 million." The man in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes slightly. "But do you know? Just this afternoon, Zhuge Hongyu drove away your son who had just returned to China in public.

After leaving home, Zhuge Hongyu has nothing to do with you anymore."

Chu Lin's smoking movement paused for a moment, then he quickly laughed: "That's her loss."

"I just want to ask you. You owe 90 million to a woman with whom you have nothing to do. How do you spend your lower body?" The man in the wheelchair slid forward a few meters again, his eyes flashing coldly. "You owe 10 million to the club, and what are your plans?

How to pay it back?"

"You know. The club's accounts have been unclear for three days, so I'm chopping my hands and stamping my feet!" The man in the wheelchair seemed to be in a state of madness. He said with hatred. "For the sake of our old acquaintance, I will change this rule for you - no tonight

Pay off the arrears. I will destroy you!"

…

Whoosh!

The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of Shanshui Gate. Chu He got out of the car with a serious expression and walked towards the club.

"Mr. Chu, wait a moment." The driver got out of the car and called to Chu He.

"Is something wrong?" Chu He asked.

The driver didn't answer. He went to the trunk and took out two travel bags. He walked to Chu He, handed them over and said, "Here are 10 million. This is the amount your father owes."

Chu He's face changed slightly, then he shook his head and said with a smile: "I have money."

"Thank her for me."

Chu He strode into the club. As soon as the hall manager saw this impressive young man walking in, he quickly greeted him and said respectfully: "Does this gentleman need special service?"

The special services of Shanshui are gambling. The special services of ordinary clubs are just the benefits after recreation. There is no need to spend money, and you can choose women from all over the world.

Chu He smiled and nodded: "The biggest kind."

Before the lobby manager could tell someone to make arrangements, Chu He continued: "Bring Chu Lin here. And your boss."

After that, he entered the elevator with ease.

He has been to the mountains and rivers. He was brought here by Chu Lin. Now that he is revisiting his old place, Chu He feels an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He waited in a deluxe room for less than three minutes before the heavy door was pushed open.

The first person to enter was a short man in a wheelchair. When he saw Chu He, he had a faint smile on his face and said, "Xiao Chu, are you here to redeem someone?"

"Yeah." Chu He slowly stood up and said, "Just for fun."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chu Lin's face behind the wheelchair man.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was completely different from before he joined the army. His hair was white. He was far less energetic than before. Not to mention the decadent energy in his body.

This is Chu He's father, a military king who was once famous all over the world.

Chu Lin just smiled and stared at his son, whom he had not seen for eight years, without interrupting the conversation between the two. There was a touch of tenderness and kindness in his cloudy eyes that could not be concealed.

"Just for fun?" the man in the wheelchair joked. "Chu Lin still owes 10 million. Are you going to give it a try?"

Whoosh.

Chu He threw out a card. He lit a cigarette with unfamiliar techniques and said calmly: "If you're not worried, go check it out."

As a businessman, of course the man in the wheelchair would not act impulsively. He handed the card to the man in the suit behind him.

After a few minutes of waiting, the man in a suit holding the card trotted back and whispered in the wheelchair man's ear.

"I'm a loser, but my son is really good." The man in the wheelchair joked. "One hundred and eighty million. Are you selling your ass in Africa?"

Chu He was not angry either. He rubbed his palms and said with a grin: "I forgive you for your insane low self-esteem because of your disability. Don't waste your saliva. Let's have some fun."

"How to play?" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in the wheelchair. Ever since he became lame, he was most afraid of mentioning the word disability. Now that Chu He was arousing his anger, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"The simplest thing is to compare the size." Chu He said.

"Where's the bet?" the man in the wheelchair asked.

"Ten million per round." Chu He puffed out a puff of smoke.

"Is it such a big deal?" The man in the wheelchair raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Don't you dare?" Chu He asked back.

"I'm afraid you don't have enough money!"

"Let's get started."

Chu He grabbed a black box, shook it quickly a few times, slammed it on the table, and said expressionlessly: "Let me find out the deceit. You won't even be able to use a wheelchair in your next life."

The man in the wheelchair was very angry.

Grab the box and shake it vigorously.

Bang!

Snap the box. Open it. Ten o'clock.

The maximum value is twelve points. The wheelchair man shakes ten points. The chance of winning is very high.

Chu He smiled and pushed open the box: twelve o'clock.

"The debt has been cleared." Chu He stood up and said. "Can we leave?"

Walk?

You hold back so much energy that you want to leave right away?

The man in the wheelchair slammed his palm on the table and leaned his face forward: "Xiao Chu, we haven't seen each other for so many years. Why don't we play a few more games?"

"Not interested." Chu He walked around the round table, walked slowly to the man in the wheelchair, and said calmly. "Believe me. No matter how many times I play, you can't win."

The man in the wheelchair was furious.

Ten million per round.

But he only plays one game?

Chu He's behavior just right ignited the wheelchair man's anger. What's wrong with him? No, there's no point in using his energy!

The man in the wheelchair slammed the wheelchair, turned to Chu Lin and said: "My legs have been disabled for more than 20 years. Do you think I can survive tonight?"

Chu Lin smiled brightly. Chu He took action.

His methods were more ruthless and more vicious than Chu Lin's back then. Within ten seconds, all eight bodyguards in the room fell to the ground. Three were unable to get up, and five were in shock.
To be continued...