As night fell, a bright moon shone on Stanley Prison. It shone through the windows of many prisons, illuminating the prison with a mysterious light.
In the north wing of Stanley Prison.
The God of Gamblers, Long Si, had reached the end of his life with the passage of time.
That night, it was very dark and cold in the specialized warehouse.
However, the bright moon still gave Long Si warmth, allowing him to take one last look at the hazy night sky before he died.
"God, you've treated me well. In this life, you've only let me lose once. The price this time is indeed high. My hands and feet are all crippled, but I have to tell you that I, Long Si, can afford it.”
"I've lived for so many years and survived all my enemies. How is it? Are you angry? But what can you do to me?”
"I've already taken in my last disciple. Although his talent in gambling isn't good, he has more thoughts than anyone else and is naturally vicious. If I die, he can still fight with you!”
"You want to take my life tonight. This is the will of the heavens. I, Long Si, will accompany you to the end. I'll play with you when we get down…"
"Disciple, you must not disappoint me and let the heavens play you. Lose…not even once. Win, you must win…"
Dragon Four was paralyzed in prison, lonely and helpless. His consciousness had long been blurred.
But even at the last moment, he was still like a warrior, constantly muttering, muttering the word "gamble" that he had never let go of in his life.
…………
At the same time, inside the fourth and eleventh warehouses in Stanley.
All the bosses of the fourth warehouse were gathered here.
These guys were all wearing the same prison uniform, which made four of them look particularly eye-catching in their prison uniform and police cap.
Without a doubt, Dragon Four was in danger. Jiang Zhen also called a meeting with all the bosses and decided on the rules of the fourth warehouse.
The people who attended the meeting on both sides were simple enough. On the prisoner side, there were more than 30 bosses in the fourth warehouse.
On the prison guard's side, Jiang Zhen, Hitman Xiong, Daemon's Grimace, and Dong stood.
"Officer Jiang, since you're new here, you've been nice to us. Let's forget about today's matter and pretend that it never happened.”
"How was the fourth granary in the past?”
The leaders were either sitting or standing, alone or in groups. As the cell door of the 11th warehouse was locked from the outside, an old prisoner with white hair stood out and spoke.
"Brother Zhen, he's Lord Blessing of Hongying Society. This old man has an extremely high seniority in Hongying Society and debuted at the same time as the head of Hongying Society, Jiang Quan. He had been in the fourth warehouse for ten years, and everyone gave him face.”
Dong, who was standing next to Jiang Zhen, had done a thorough investigation of the boss of the fourth warehouse in the past two days. He was afraid that Jiang Zhen didn't know who he was, so he whispered in his ear.
"Lord Fortune, right?"
Jiang Zhen sat on the lower bunk of a bed. He sat upright and said,"May I ask if Hong Ying has any rules?”
Since Lord Blessing was of the same generation as Hong Ying, and he was so old, one could imagine his Jianghu experience.
As for Jiang Zhen's question, he immediately understood the meaning behind it. He nodded and said,"I think all the clubs in Xiangjiang City have rules! However, there were already rules here.”
"Lord Fortune, aren't your underground rules a little too much for us? According to your rules, we have no way of explaining ourselves.”Jiang Zhen started to negotiate with them.
Lord Fortune did not comment, but a smile hung on his chubby face." You are soldiers, we are thieves. Officer Jiang, you must have heard of the saying," Black and white are clear."”
Jiang Zhen didn't agree. He said,"Yes, I have. However, between black and white, there was still gray. If everyone could sit down and have a good talk, perhaps everyone could benefit?”
"Talk about what? Jiang, you haven't even grown your hair yet, and you're still fantasizing about making rules?”
"That's right. Our fourth warehouse has always been like this. You've only just arrived and you want us to follow your rules.”
"Brat, did you not find out how many prison guards have died in the fourth warehouse in the past ten years?”
Unlike Lord Fortune's wisdom, some impulsive bosses began to interrupt. They spoke one after another, their words full of disdain.
When Assassin Xiong and Gui Jianchou saw the arrogant prisoners, they stood up and stood on both sides of Jiang Zhen like two King Kong.
The two of them widened their eyes and shouted angrily. Because they used too much strength, the veins on their faces popped up,
"Who said that the prison guard would die?”
"F * ck, I'll cripple you."
The killer reached his right hand to his waist and held the rubber baton in his hand, ready to hack at the burly man.
Jiang Zhen shouted at the right time. With Dong's quick reflexes and quick reflexes, he quickly hugged Killer Xiong and temporarily controlled the situation.
However, the brawny man was not going to let it go. He continued to say arrogantly,"Come on, damn cop, touch me if you dare!”
"Lord Fortune." Jiang Zhen's face turned serious as he suddenly shouted, completely drowning out the voice of the burly man.
"Officer Jiang, how is it?" Lord Fortune was still smiling, as if he was watching the show. He didn't stop the other bosses at all.
Fortunately, the gang leaders were quiet for the time being. They were all interested to see what Officer Jiang was going to say.
Jiang Zhen immediately said,"Lord Fortune, I also know an old senior in the underworld. He once told me some rules of the underworld.”
"It is said that the leaders of many clubs will be elected by the respected seniors in the club. Is that true?”
"That's right, our He Lian Sheng is like this.”The boss of the gang, Dumb Biao, was indeed a fool. He interrupted and agreed with Jiang Zhen's words.
It only made the other bosses glare at him angrily.
Dumb Biao shrunk his head and said in confusion,"Not bad indeed! We, He Lian Sheng, choose the head of the team every four years. You should all know that!”
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Perhaps he didn't want Silly Biao to say anything else and embarrass all the bosses, Lord Fortune coughed lightly and asked in confusion,""Officer Jiang, some clubs do have this rule. Is it related to what we are talking about?”
"At that time, I was young and impetuous, so I asked that senior," What senior members of the club? They were all old fellows. They had no money or power. What right did they have to say anything?”
"Lord Fortune, do you agree with me?”
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