Strongest Guard

The three tags were also called tractors, and were easy to understand. They were extremely popular both in the north and south, suitable for both old and young people.    

The drivers played with a bottom price of 5 yuan and a top price of 200 yuan. It was very easy for them to win 3000 to 2000 yuan in one morning. Similarly, if their luck wasn't good, they could lose 800 yuan in a single big card.    

"Count me in!"    

Lee Nanfang squeezed through the crowd and slammed a hundred-dollar bill onto the table.    

It was obvious that he had won the bet. Although he didn't know Lee Nanfang, who suddenly joined in, no one would chase the person who gave the money out and give him the card first.    

Seven people playing, several spectators, and one who looked like he lost.    

"The servants have spoken. Black Two, Ming Five, Black Four, Ming Ten, two hundred crowns!"    

After the bearded man dealt the cards, he urged Lee Nanfang to speak. Hei Er, Ming Wu's intention was to bet 20 dollars without looking at the cards. Other people would have to bet at least 50 dollars after seeing the cards.    

Lee Nanfang shouted without even looking, "Black Twenty."    

"Follow!"    

The next family immediately followed.    

Some were black and some were clear. In the blink of an eye, Lee Nanfang became familiar with the big guy and shouted at the top of his lungs.    

As the common saying goes, a man is not a man when he is at a table, but money is not money when he is at a table.    

There were no father and son on the gambling table. Even the men who loved him had to settle the score.    

Similarly, the money that he had worked so hard to earn was now being thrown down like leaves from a tree, as if it were not money.    

Before Lee Nanfang came, Big Beard was definitely a big winner. Six out of ten cards were for him to accept money.    

Tens of minutes later, the stack of bills in the mustache man's hand clearly became thinner. However, Lee Nanfang, who originally only took out 100 yuan, had his pants bulging up.    

"Come on, come on. Let's go down."    

Lee Nanfang quickly inserted the card and shouted.    

"F * ck, I don't want to play anymore. My hands are smelly today!"    

A security guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left the battlefield.    

The others were also cursing, saying that they wouldn't play anymore.    

"Yo, it's just the two of us, are we still playing?"    

Lee Nanfang asked the bearded man.    

"Play, why don't you play?"    

The bearded man looked at him gloomily and cut a card: "I'll do it."    

He started to suspect that Lee Nanfang had cheated.    

Lee Nanfang didn't care at all. He handed the card over to Ye Zichen with a smile, "Say something."    

"A bet of winning or losing, all of your money."    

The man with the mustache pushed all the money he had in his hands up. It looked like it was around two thousand yuan.    

Lee Nanfang was stunned for a moment: "Bro, didn't we say that the top would be 200? Isn't that against the rules?"    

The small mustached man sneered, "Now that the rules have been changed, the victor is decided."    

"Then I won't play. I don't like playing with people who don't follow the rules."    

Lee Nanfang started to collect the money, but was held back by the mustache man: "What, you want to leave after winning?"    

"I'm not planning to leave. I just feel like you don't follow the rules …"    

"Here, what I say is the rules, so you have to follow them!"    

The small mustached man interrupted Lee Nanfang with a domineering expression.    

"Alright, then let's decide the victor in one go."    

Lee Nanfang seemed to be a bit afraid of the mustache man. He thought for a while, then took out the money and threw it on the table.    

"Open your cards first."    

The mustache man became obedient and let Lee Nanfang play first.    

Lee Nanfang did not waste time talking and directly turned the card over — it was a rotten card, the biggest one was a Peach Blossom. The onlookers immediately booed and gloated.    

People are always looking forward to the winner losing, as long as they are not the winner themselves.    

The bearded man also smiled. After a desperate bet, he finally turned the tables. He didn't need to play his cards too well. All he needed was one card that was bigger than 8 points. Lee Nanfang's pile of money was all his.    

He began to turn the cards slowly one by one. It seemed that he was enjoying the taste of victory.    

The first card was the Seven of Clubs. It didn't matter, there were still two cards left. However, after the second card was the Four of Hearts, the hand of the man with the mustache began to shake, not daring to flip the last card.    

"Zhang Ban, hurry up." Zhang Ban, hurry up.    

Some of the onlookers lost their patience and urged the small mustached man to turn the tables.    

The man with the moustache glared at him, then abruptly flipped open the last card — — Square Six.    

Three cards, three different colors, the biggest point was seven, yet none of them could surpass eight o'clock.    

He booed even louder, "What the f * ck? It can't be. Why is it so unlucky?"    

"Phew    

Lee Nanfang let out a long sigh of relief, then he reached out his hand to pay the bill politely: "I'm treating you to lunch today, don't be so polite, big guy. Anyone who is polite will look down on me."    

"Wait!"    

The bearded man shouted and grabbed Lee Nanfang's wrist.    

"Friend, what do you mean by this?"    

Lee Nanfang looked up in confusion and asked.    

The small mustached man fiercely glared at him, gritting his teeth as he said, "Brat, you're fooling around!"    

"Hur hur, your words are meaningless."    

The smile on Lee Nanfang's face vanished: "You saw me cheating?"    

How could the mustache man see that Lee Nanfang was up to no good? He just insisted that Lee Nanfang was just messing with him.    

Lee Nanfang asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"    

"Put down our money and take away your 100 yuan, I'll pretend that this never happened!"    

The small mustached man began to act shamelessly, but he was praised unanimously by the others.    

"Idiot."    

Lee Nanfang cursed in disdain and started to charge.    

"Holy shit, didn't you hear what happened?"    

The mustache man was worried. He reached out his hand to grab Lee Nanfang's collar, but before he could touch Lee Nanfang, he felt as if his chin was hit by a sledgehammer.    

"Wretched guy, you dare hit me?"    

The small mustached man howled, "Go, all of you f * cking fight each other. If you kill this brat, it's mine. Divide the money, but I don't want my share!"    

No one responded when he said that killing Lee Nanfang was his. They knew it was a fart, but his words were too provocative. The drivers who were already envious of Lee Nanfang for winning looked at each other and shouted in unison, raising their fists and throwing themselves at him.    

Lee Nanfang Te looks down on people who can't afford to lose. Who told you not to mess around, plus he was beaten up by Brother Hu's group last night and has nowhere to vent his anger. Now that someone is charging up to be the fist holder, that's what he wants, of course he won't be polite.    

Fizz, crackle, crackle. Lee Nanfang displayed his skills and really beat up the Beishan Home for the Elderly. He kicked the South China Sea kindergarten and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were thrown onto the ground.    

Finally, he stepped on the chair and ripped open his shirt, revealing a full body of blue tattoos. The standard left green dragon, right white tiger, Black Turtle was in the middle and there was even a naked beauty tattooed on the chest area.    

These tattoos were left behind by Lee Nanfang using tattooed paper, and along with his green hollow bald head, it was all to suit his image of a strong, evil criminal.    

After all, if a person who had been in prison before was not tattooed, would he still be called a criminal?    

Lee Nanfang patted the beautiful tattoo on his chest and asked with a grin, "Fuck, who's still not convinced? Get up and continue working. I'll keep you company until the end." "You guys are f * cking too inexperienced for playing against me."    

"Who, who are you?"    

At this moment, the mustache man with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth finally remembered to ask Lee Nanfang who he was.    

"Jack, Murin Lee, Nanfang of North Swallow."    

Lee Nanfang said his name in a straightforward manner, then he started to play with the money. Every time he saw a new ticket, he would kiss his own mouth and his eyes would shine, as if he was looking at an old lover that he hadn't seen for eighty years.    

This time, it was four or five thousand RMB. Everyone said that gambling was the best way to get rich.    

The man with the mustache continued, "What do you do?"    

"New cabbie."    

Lee Nanfang spoke of his work and spat on his fingers before he started counting the money.    

If a little money was also a form of sports, it would definitely be Lee Nanfang's favorite thing to do. Although he had earned tens of millions of yuan so far, the money was still in the old man's hands, and he said that he would keep it to find a wife for him.    

When he came to the Qingshan City this time, the old man had actually given him thirty thousand yuan. However, he was transferred away yesterday.    

Wiping the mustache man's beard, his face was filled with disbelief, "What? Are you the chauffeur who just arrived from the car park? "    

The other drivers were also stunned. Damn, this guy is a new driver? Not only did he win our money, he even beat us. This was the prelude to us dying.    

Lee Nanfang quickly counted: "Yea, it's the new driver of the car class... 5180 yuan. I want to post it. It's a very lucky number."    

This was how humans were. Once they confirmed that someone was a subordinate of theirs, even though they had just been beaten into a dog, they would immediately become full of energy and shout, "F * ck, do you know who I am?"    

Lee Nanfang raised his foot and kicked the bearded man to the ground, then he stomped on his chest and sneered: "Fuck, you think laozi doesn't care and didn't hear anyone call you Zhang Ben? Do you really think that you're the emperor of the world, a little crappy class rep trying to put on an official show with this old man? "If you dare to scold me again, do you believe that I will kick out your mouth full of teeth?"    

The small mustached man immediately withered.    

The smartest way to do it was to endure. Anyway, the way to hit someone was not by relying on your fists alone.    

"Willing to admit defeat is the basic virtue that all gamblers should possess. Don't make me look down on you. Of course, anyone who wanted to do something was fine. "Anyway, laozi just came out of prison a few days ago, it's not like there's anything special about entering again."    

Lee Nanfang took back his feet and yawned towards the sky. He walked to the sofa and lay down, covering his eyes with his arms and said, "Stop whining blindly. Let us sleep for a while, call me when we have dinner."    

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Oh, so he was the person who had completed his sentence. Those who came out of the prison were indeed crazy.    

But even if he was arrogant, so what? He would be expelled very soon. Didn't he see that Zhang Ben had already started making calls?    

Zhang Ban was Deputy Director Qi's brother-in-law.