A Card Shark's World

Men would always have a few brothers who risked their lives in this life.

Every time he reminisced about it, the first time he saw her, he would have a different feeling.

Many years later, when I was sitting on a deck chair in the courtyard, drinking tea and basking in the sunlight, I would still sigh with emotion. In this life, I had actually become brothers with a thief.

Mouse was his name, and man was his name, just like his inner self. He's so slippery, he'll know what you want to do the next second.

When I stood at the ticket window and learned that my wallet had been stolen, I immediately thought of Mouse's face.

I really didn't think that a thief would steal my wallet.

Back then, when I accepted him as my teacher, Old man Wang sternly warned me, "Sixth son, I will teach you a thousand techniques. You can go there, but you can't steal them."

At this point, someone asked, what does the Thousand Arts have to do with stealing? However, there was a lot to it.

The thief's master was actually an idiot.

Gambling was the most legendary game in the Eastern Lands. The ancients had started gambling a long time ago. Of course, those would all be dice. But even so, in those days there was a job like that.

What did Old Qian rely on? To put it bluntly, it was a technique. As long as one's hands were so fast that the eyes of others could not keep up, then one would be a highly ranked Qian. This was also the reason why Elder Wang always wanted me to train his hands.

As for the little thief, he had to rely on his hands. However, the hands of a thief were used to steal.

This was something that some veterans despised.

Every line of business had its own grandmaster. The skills that could not be seen were passed down from generation to generation. According to Elder Wang, the thief's Martial Ancestor was a disciple of Old Qian's Martial Ancestor. However, the thief felt that it was a thrill to not steal something.

Thus, after the thieves learned the art of craftsmanship, they started their own sect and created the line of thieves.

At that time, when I heard Elder Wang's story, I felt that it was all nonsense and nothingness. However, no matter what, if an old man was stolen by a thief, it would be a slap in the face. After all, stealing things is also a method of doing so.

In front of Qian, especially someone like me, who has been practising techniques since he was young, playing tricks on others could be regarded as a humiliation.

Actually, I also found the thief a little strange at that time. Because, when I came out of the hotel by myself and walked away, the thief bumped into me. Unfortunately, I was careless and didn't think about stealing from the start, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that I think about it, it was the guy who hit me and stole my wallet.

This kind of thief must be a veteran, if I went to the police, no one would care about me. Besides, it would be too embarrassing if I, an idiot, went to the police.

I returned to the door of the inn and began to watch. I did not believe that the thief would be able to find his next target in peace.

However, I waited for an entire day. The night came at the same time as the hunger in my stomach, but the thief still did not appear.

I, who was penniless, was considering where I could get a stammer when a familiar figure appeared.

His steps were erratic, and his eyes shone brightly in the night as he stared at the person who came out of the inn.

To be more accurate, he was keeping an eye on the money that those people were betting on right after they checked out.

Just as he walked out, a middle-aged woman appeared to be his prey. Just as he was about to do the same thing and run into the middle-aged woman, I dashed out and collided with him.

The middle-aged woman was shocked, but she quickly turned her head and walked away.

The thief on the ground saw that his prey had run away and started cursing at me. But before he could finish his sentence, his face filled with shock, because he had seen what I looked like. It was subconscious.

It is precisely because of this that I am even more certain that he is the one who stole my wallet.

"Mouse" didn't admit it at first, but when I stole the tens of dollars in his pocket under his eyelids with my own two hands in front of him, no, I should call it "take", he was completely convinced of me.

After that, he introduced himself, saying that he was called Mouse, and then he said that he had met an expert and wanted to acknowledge me as his master.

After hearing this, I laughed it off. I asked him to return my wallet, but Mouse said he wasn't in a hurry, so he pulled me over to eat. I was hungry too, so I followed him.

Without waiting for me to speak, Mouse tossed me his wallet.

Actually, this purse belongs to Li Rong. I didn't throw it away because I wanted to keep it for myself. The relationship between Li Rong and me is really messy. I said friends aren't friends, but lovers aren't lovers.

Opening my wallet, I was surprised. The wallet was empty. I stared at Mouse. Where's the money?

Mouse shrugged and said to me, "Flowers gone."

I was furious. I had a few hundred dollars in my wallet, which I wouldn't normally have cared about, but now I'm going to take that money and leave this place.

Seeing my anger, Mouse disapproved, he said: "If this wallet is not pretty, I would throw it away. I had wanted to keep it for myself. "

After Mouse said this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I bluntly replied, "I still need to thank you?" You're a thief and you even use your wallet. "

However, once I said those words, Mouse's face was filled with dissatisfaction. He said, "Aren't you a thief as well? Why me? If you lack money, why don't we steal some tomorrow? "

The path is different. It is not suitable for us to plot against each other. After what Mouse had said, I slammed the table and stood up. Before I left, I left a sentence, "I am not a thief."

People have their downturns. That night, I was penniless, walking here and there, turning into a social blind person. Finally, he ran into the train station and slept through the night.

He woke up hungry the next day. I was really moved. A few days ago, I was having some fun with Little Fatty Du, but now I'm in such a sorry state. Could it be that he had to use a thousand to win money? But now I don't even have a principal.

Sitting at the door of the station, looking at the people coming and going, I fell into deep thought again. Could it be that he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go home? Just like what Du Little Fatty said, apologize to your father, study hard until next year, and then go back to college.

Some people are not destined to read in their lives, nor are they made to read. And I know very well that I am such a person.

While I was lost in my own thoughts, a person suddenly patted my shoulder from behind. He turned around and saw that it was a mouse. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Originally, I couldn't see Mouse, so my mood was pretty good. But now that I saw him, I became depressed. If it wasn't for him, I might have already gone to a bustling city and met some rich people.

I ignored him and started walking alone. After taking a few steps forward, I heard a familiar voice.

Yes, it was the dice. I'm too familiar with this sound. Back then when I was learning the Thousand Arts from Elder Wang, this dice also learned before. I even broke a few pairs.

However, how could there be the sound of dice in the middle of the day? His gaze followed the source of the sound and landed on a corner of the train station, which was surrounded by a group of people. This group of people were talking and laughing, and they were even holding the money in their hands.

Seeing this, I understood that this was a gamble.

In those days, this kind of street gambling was very common, especially in the vicinity of the train station. Because of the large number of people, there were many different types of people.

Of course, politics. The government will also step in to punish him, but the effect will be minimal. If you catch him, run, then come back after you run. Like a fly. On the other hand, that era was pretty chaotic.

It was nothing to gamble near the station, when you could see the disposable needles in a lot of places, a lot of junkies, injecting drugs in broad daylight. Pi.

I went over to see if I could make some money out for a bite to eat. After that, it took a lot of effort to squeeze through.

Just when I was standing in front of the dice stall, the manor house on the ground suddenly looked at me and smiled, "Little brother, how about you try your luck?"