Green stared at the robber opposite with a very innocent expression. He was good at this expression when he was a player and could easily distract the people from the other side. Sure enough, after only a short while, the young man who was guarding him turned his eyes away while looking at each other and aimlessly in the room.

There is nothing to see in this room, it is just a basement without ventilation windows, used to store debris. Since the house became rentable, the original debris have been emptied, leaving only the indentations that were piled in the cabinets and some remaining wooden strips of broken boxes in the corners of the wall. Green twisted his wrist, hooked and pulled his slender fingers, and the rope that tied him began to shift, and the knot slowly reached his control.

He still had a smile and stare on his face, and ten dexterous fingers were busy. After figuring out the tie method used by the other party, Green quietly untied the rope buckle and quickly tied it into a buckle he could master. If he encountered a dangerous situation, he only needed to shake his wrist to get rid of the constraints.

Mike's stuff was stolen, which put him in a very embarrassing situation, especially two days ago, Mike asked if there was a way to "shipplate". The reputation and credibility he had finally established in the town, and he was finally able to get rid of his past identity as a "gambler" and start his life again. Will he be destroyed by these stupid thieves?

It is good to say that they are stupid thieves at all. From their conversation, Green pieced together the whole story. The group of people wanted to find a window to monitor a target, but went to the wrong room. The stupid thief - although he didn't know what he looked like, from the feeling of the sound, he should be a small man - directly broke the lock of Mike's room and swaggered in.

The tools the middle-aged man put in the right room naturally would not fly to Mike's room by himself, so several thieves searched everywhere and found a bag of salt. They seemed to understand that they had walked into the wrong room, so they hurriedly left.

As for what goals they want to monitor and achieve, Green didn't care. He only cared about the bag of salt. Since he had figured out the number of people and equipment of the other party, he could consider taking action now.

There were footsteps outside the wooden door, and two more people came. Green still maintained his original expression, speeding up his heartbeat through breathing, and making his body excited. Especially his hands, this is his unique skill.

With a creaking sound, the other party walked in. In this way, there was a crossbow, two short swords, a spear, a whip and an unknown number of flying knives in the basement.

"Green, our head has an offer." The short man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks straightened his body and seemed to be majestic: "You forgot to see us all this, shut up and leave the town for a while. If you agree, you can get out."

"Can you return what you took back?" Green said: "You are doing big things, and these small profits should not be taken into consideration in your eyes, right?"

"Well..." The short man thought for a while, thinking that he had a good idea, so he said, "If you don't say anything within a week, this matter is not unrelated. But it is basically impossible to get it all back."

"Oh, that's great. I'll definitely not say anything. Come and find you in a week."

The short man's mouth curled up slightly, mocking the person who didn't know the importance of it. Not to mention a week, they will be no longer in this place in an hour.

"Since that's the case, we'll make up. Now you can leave."

"No, wait a moment, I need to keep him for a few minutes." Another thief licked his lips and looked at Green with a weird, creepy look. He unbuttoned the buttons of his top to reveal his hairy and strong chest muscles. "I want to talk to this famous gambler of the past for a while."

"You know who I am?" Green blinked.

Several thieves looked at each other and laughed. "Some of us have seen you at the gambling table, which was really enviable at the time. If it weren't for the fact that you were a thief, how could we give you this opportunity? The Iron Claw Union really hopes that you can join and re-engage in your old business. You don't need to take risks. You just need to watch one or two places and ensure that no other card customers cheat."

"I...I'll think about it. I just hope you can keep your promises. I... don't have any plans for this at the moment."

"Haha, you will change your mind." The thief with hairy pectoral muscles laughed twice, and his companion left with impatient play. Then he closed the wooden door and his eyes kept wandering between Green's legs. "I don't know how long you can hold on. I'm looking forward to you giving me a surprise."

"Uh, I don't think this is a good idea." Green pulled the rope behind his back and wrapped the rope around his hand calmly. His eyes were full of panic, mixed with surprise and fear.

"I like your expression now." The thief with her hairy pectoral muscles squatted down and touched her hands up from Green's knee: "In a few minutes, you will definitely turn from straight to curve."

Green would not let those hands touch his key parts, which is not in line with the mainstream aesthetic views of readers. His arms rotated from back to front like a windmill, wrapping the rope around his opponent's neck, and also tied a rope clamp to hold the throat of his hairy pectoral muscles.

The sudden change was completely beyond the expectations of the hairy pectoral muscles. The last trace of air in his throat could only turn into a hoarse and low voice, "Uh..." He reached out to try to grab Green, but the "Mad Rat" had already prevented this move, and turned over and flipped over the opponent's shoulder and hid behind him.

He pressed his knee against the center of his opponent's back and then pulled the rope hard. The hairy pectoral muscles pushed down the chair in panic, losing the opportunity to use it as a weapon, which was also the only possibility for him to save himself. The rope was pulled very tightly, which made the neck bones overwhelmed. Green did not relax at all. His dexterous hands have now turned into vise, and even the steel bars could be squeezed.

He was very angry, and used his hands to swear, cursing in his heart: If you know my identity, you can't leave. I don't allow anyone to destroy my current life. What's more, you, a disgusting guy, want to do that kind of thing to me. If you succeed, how can I do it in the future?

However, a sound that was enough to make people get goose bumps came from his mouth. Half was soul-absorbing and the other half was fear: "Oh... this is impossible... how could this happen...you...stop..."
Chapter completed!