Saturday at 11 p.m.

"Oh! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Fang Bingsheng stared at a card in front of him, shouted, and reached out to touch the other person on the stack of cards and solidified there.

"I'm wrong!" Fang Bingsheng pushed down the thirteen mahjong in front of him with one hand and laughed.

"Mr. Fang is so lucky!" Everyone laughed. The pheasant behind him immediately stood up with the ashtray, and Fang Bingsheng, who was smiling, bounced the cigar ash on his mouth.

Fang Bingsheng was still hanging his arm in his neck, but he was slightly injured and could not get out of the fire. He sat in front of jade mahjong with a smile to point out the country. The secretary of his previous house called Liu Guojian's uncle, and the junior who called Liu Guojian's third nephew, and the next house was the owner of the teahouse of Liu Guojian's relative. Shan Ji sat behind Fang Bingsheng, looking at the cards, shuffling cards, placing cards, and lighting cigarettes for Fang Bingsheng with one hand.

Although he was stabbed twice in the arm, Fang Bingsheng was in a very good mood.

Longchuan's affairs have been completely resolved. All those who dare to make trouble were subdued. He also took the opportunity to blackmail a few rich people a lot of money. After all, this is also a job. If they don't let them bleed, what should they do if they make trouble? Qi Yunlu said that the few people in the Presbyterian Church wanted to raise four or five hundred silver dollars to run for election, but now they are either in prison or Fang Bingsheng has been given 500 or thousands of silver dollars. When they encounter this lesson of stealing chickens and stealing cards, they are being taught by the lesson of being able to stop buying money and fighting Fang Bingsheng?

How can such a job that is like a fierce general who conquers the city and makes a lot of money unhappy?

This morning, Liu Guojian finally sent a report message to the court "Re-strict review of candidates: Requesting to fire Wang Yu's family, Zhang Qijie's candidate qualification". He was determined to put Zhang Qijie in prison first and then slowly squeeze oil. Fang Bingsheng's gains greatly aroused his ambitions. Fang Bingsheng's skills also made him see that those wealthy businessmen were a group of bitches, and they would give you money with a little hatred. If you were too polite to them, they would be arrogant. Liu Guojian was determined to take surgery from Zhang Qijie and get out of the water.

Of course, he didn't regret being too kind to those wealthy businessmen in the past few years, because he supported him, and there were no so many relatives to help him, so how could he, a county magistrate from another place, start a massacre of a poor county town?

As soon as Liu Guojian's telegram was sent, it meant that Zhang Qijie was completely finished, so all Fang Bingsheng's opponents, black, white, rich, poor, bad, and good, disappeared. Therefore, Fang Bingsheng was relieved, and Shan Ji rushed back. Everyone had a good meal at night and came to Liu Guojian's teahouse to play cards.

Liu Guojian also had to inspect Sany Street tomorrow. During this period, he was busy preparing for the election and was involved in secret operations between Fang Bingsheng and himself. He was so tired that the imperial envoy might arrive tomorrow, so he had to prepare for the welcome, so he went to bed early; Fang Bingsheng was accompanied by his three relatives of high status to play cards in the VIP room.

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At this time, an eye shook in the gap between the screen that separated the hall and the VIP room. Then the owner of the eye sat back on the gambling table in the hall with a white towel and asked the yamen master opposite him, "Mr. Lin, who is sitting behind him? It's the gentleman with bandages in his hands. I just saw the mayor and secretary accompanying him in, and he seemed very stylish. What kind of official is he?"

"Oh, that's Mr. Fang, the deputy general manager of the railway company, who came here to conduct the election. Of course, you, a Jiangxi native, don't know him." Master Lin said casually, then pushed all the chips in his hand into the middle of the table and shouted: "I'll go all!"

Although it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, the hall was as usual, with candlesticks or oil glass lamps on each table, and the orange halo filled the entire second floor. All the gambling tables were full, and more than 20 people were playing gambling happily. The teahouse guys stared at two panda eyes, holding melon seeds, towels, teapots, and opium smoke in their hands;

Although Liu Guojian will bring people to welcome the imperial envoy tomorrow, his relatives must have been used to playing until 1 or 2 a.m. With the east wind of the distinguished guest Fang Bingsheng, no one followed the boss Liu Guojian to rest early. The first Fujian master sat here as usual, rolled up his sleeves and gambling happily.

At this moment, the teahouse guy standing at the front door of the hall welcomed guests heard a thud of leather shoes on the stairs opposite the door. It sounded like a group of people coming upstairs, and then someone knocked on the door.

"Hey, the business is so good? There are so many people today. Who is here? There seems to be no empty table?" The person in charge of the business tonight looked at the crowded hall. He frowned. He sat behind the counter selling wine and collecting money for chips on the side of the main entrance, greeting the guy, who yawned and opened the door.

"These masters welcome..." The guy used to speak the welcome speech so frivolously that he could slid out of his throat without breathing, but when he saw the group of people standing at the door, he was immediately dumbfounded, and half of the words stuck to the tip of his tongue.

"You guys? This?" The guy was sleepless, but his words were already stuttering.

There were four or five sheriffs blocking the door. The main entrance of the hall was full of uniforms. There were many people standing behind them, and Xi Shengmo was the leader.

He pushed the guy away, walked into the casino with a cold face, and slowly turned to look at the hall full of gamblers.

When I saw a group of sheriffs coming in, I was washing mahjong in the casino, and shouting that Hu was crying and losing money paused slightly. The lively hall seemed to have frozen in a few seconds, and there was no sound.

But after looking back at who was here, Master Lin saw who it was, then turned around, held the poker in his hand and greeted his gambling friend at his deskmate: "It's okay, it's okay, keep playing!"

"Those are all sheriffs, are you okay?" The merchants from Jiangxi were sitting next to him, and they seemed a little timid.

"There's a thing. I'm from the yamen. This teahouse is also opened by the yamen. Those uniform mice are also here to play." Master Lin replied with a laugh, then reached out to continue touching the cards.

So the hall was quiet for only three seconds, not because of fear but because of surprise. Then the gamblers started to gamble again, and no one paid attention to the group of people at the door.

The manager behind the counter stood up, pressed his elbow on the counter, and shouted intimately at Xi Shengmo who was standing a few steps away: "Oh, isn't this Inspector Xi? A rare guest, you director and Lao Ou play a few tricks. Today is tired of patrol, so you want to come and have a rest? He also brought his friends here. Welcome!"

After saying that, he shouted to the guy: "Hurry up, add three more tables, put tea, towels, and melon seeds, we will not charge the people's guards for this account."

"Okay! Inspector Xi, please come in." The guy bent in front of Xi Shengmo with a smile, wanting to take him to a better VIP seat at the Eight Immortals Table.

But Xi Shengmo suddenly looked ferocious, and he pushed the guy in front of him to the floor, and shouted: "Official man checks the bet!"

A loud roar made everyone in the casino tremble. Some locals and outsiders were timidly scared, but some were not afraid. The manager at the counter was stunned when he heard this and asked Xi Shengmo in disbelief: "Inspector Xi, check the gambling? What gambling? Are you wrong?"

This teahouse belongs to Liu Guojian. It has been opened for so long and has gradually become a casino, but who dares to investigate? Don’t say that it is not to investigate. Ou Xingsun is a regular visitor, and Liu Guojian has also served Director Liu, so how could he be investigated for gambling?

A Fujian master in the yamen sat next to Xi Shengmo's table. Seeing that the few people around him were timidly leaving the mahjong and didn't dare to play, he had already lost a lot of money and was in a bad mood. Seeing that someone was disturbing the situation, he was furious and jumped out of the bench, walked to Xi Shengmo a few steps, pointed at his nose and shouted in Fujian dialect: "My surname is Xi, are you crazy? Don't you know that this teahouse speaks Fujian language? You're just looking up!"

"Hey hey, nephew, don't talk to other officials like this." The manager at the counter stopped the angrily yelling at the sheriff's magistrate. Then he turned his face and ordered the clerk with a disgusting and helpless expression on his floor, saying, "Xiaofa, each sheriff will give two pieces of ocean. Inspector Xi, please sit down and talk!"

"Damn, I can't find a place to eat shit, are you still looking for it like this? I'll skin you tomorrow!" I thought the other party was here to ask for bribes, but the master in front of Xi Shengmo cursed fiercely, and even pushed Xi Shengmo's chest suddenly.

Xi Shengmo was pushed back and glared and shouted, "Do you dare to attack the police?"

"Assault police? Ha? What's your mom's tyrant? I'm still beating you..." The master laughed in anger and clenched his fists to scare Xi Shengmo.

But before he could finish laughing, Xi Shengmo flew up and kicked him in the belly. With a "nause!", the master wiped his limbs against the ground and was kicked backwards. He flew all the way to the table, and lay on the ground with a thud, foaming at his mouth and rolling his eyes.

"Ah!" As the table was shaking by the master, the mahjong tiles fell all over the floor. Only then did the gamblers realize that something was wrong, and a group of people flashed in horror.

"It's okay! Let's keep playing!" Master Lin stood up, raised his hands to greet everyone, and walked towards the door with big strides. Seeing that it was Xi Shengmo, he was shocked and helped the fellow villager who was kicked to death under the table. Master Lin felt both distressed and angry. He raised his head and shouted loudly to Xi Shengmo: "My surname is Xi, you have been suspended today! Who asked you to check the gambling..."

"Stop you, no!" Xi Shengmo couldn't let him tell him his background, pulled out the black gun given by Weng's fist, took a step forward, and smashed it hard on the stunned Master Lin's forehead with the buttstock. The fat man immediately groaned, fell backwards, dragged the table, and poured it on him like a mahjong plaque.

"Do you dare to hit someone?" The manager behind Xi Shengmo screamed in surprise behind him, and then shouted: "Someone is making trouble!"

Immediately, it turned out that all the guys ran over, and the thugs who were sitting by the wall guarding the casino also picked up sticks and weapons and stood up.

"Bang!" Xi Shengmo saw that the other party had a lot of people, and immediately raised his hand and shot the ceiling without hesitation.

The hall was immediately silent, and everyone stood there like an icicle. Only the revolver guns in Xi Shengmo's hand slowly spread over his head.

"No one is allowed to move! Check the bet!" Xi Shengmo roared.

"My mother! Kill them away!" The manager behind the counter shouted. He was also a Fujianese who was not afraid of the sheriff. Seeing Xi Shengmo shooting, he immediately copied a breech gun from the counter that had already been filled with bullets.

"Be careful, Lao Wang has taken the gun!" Although the colleague behind Xi Shengmo had already drawn the gun, he looked at the mayor's confidant who gritted his teeth and did not dare to care. He still asked Xi Shengmo for help, hoping that he would make a decision.

Xi Shengmo's decision was to turn around immediately, and the revolver in his hand drew an arc in the air until he aimed at the horrified and angry manager Lao Wang in front of him and the long spear muzzle that was also pointing at him in his hand;

The two of them pointed the gun at each other at the same time, but Xi Shengmo was more determined than Lao Wang: Lao Wang aimed at Xi Shengmo with threatening anger and doubt, while Xi Shengmo was full of determination, determined to be ferocious. He pointed the gun at Lao Wang, and his fingers instantly pulled the trigger. The revolver fire splattered, and in front of everyone, a big blood hole broke out from Lao Wang's nose. In a blink of an eye, Lao Wang disappeared in front of everyone, and only a "plop" sound came from behind the counter. It was the sound of Lao Wang's body falling behind the counter.

The ice sealed the hall, no one moved for a moment, and there was no sound of breathing. After half a minute,

"Run!" Someone shouted, paper money flew around, silver dollars rolled around, some people drilled under the table, some people wanted to open the windows blocked by the casino and jumped off the building and ran away, and some people even held the smooth column and wanted to climb over the beams, and the gamblers in the hall were tilted over.
Chapter completed!