MTL - Whispering Verse-Chapter 31 "Captain 8 Gun" Ladds

The floor of the corridor was covered with a red carpet, and a staggering group of people went straight into the second room on the left under the guidance of the waiting waiter at the stairs on the second floor.

The interior of the room was quite large, and the gas lamp was turned on to the maximum power, illuminating everything in the room brilliantly. But in the same way, leaving in the chaotic environment downstairs just now, the normal scene at this moment showed a distorted feeling instead.

The interior of the room looks like an ordinary reception room, but a huge gambling table is placed in the center.

The tabletop is wider and there are more seats. There is also a wine cabinet against the wall, as well as two women with heavy makeup in very inappropriate clothes. Neither the drunk man nor the waiter in charge of the croupier found Xia De, a guy who should not have appeared, and the group changed to a new room to continue the enjoyment just now.

Shad stood by the sofa trying not to attract attention, looking for a chance to sneak out into the hallway.

I was thinking about whether I should use the ability of "ignite" to create some small troubles to attract attention. At this moment, I heard the drunk man he was helping just now say to a man with a scar on the corner of his mouth who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed:

"Captain Ladds, tell us again, when you were captured by those southerners, in order to be loyal to the kingdom, you shot yourself eight times in the head and tried to commit suicide!"

The drunk laughed loudly. The ridiculed Captain Lades lowered his head and said nothing, just looked at his boots dully.

"Lades has just been redeemed, so let's not talk about it... why don't you find a pistol and let him demonstrate it to us, hahahaha~"

The man holding three cards at the card table turned around and said, the room was filled with joy. Taking advantage of everyone laughing and making fun of the "Captain Eight Guns" who had just returned home after being captured, Xia De successfully left the noisy room and returned to the corridor.

The sound insulation effect of the walls and the door is very good, and Shade can hardly hear the roar of laughter in the room after walking a few steps. He walked forward against the wall, and there was no one in the corridor, which was beneficial to his actions.

Although he didn't know where that little Franklin was, according to the previous detective's records, there was an escape ladder directly leading to the outside world on the second floor of the Lucky Southern Cross Club, so Shade wasn't worried about being caught.

But thinking this way in his heart, he turned the corner and saw a man in a uniform that was obviously different from that of the casino guard downstairs walking towards him.

Xia De walked forward with his chest held high, not allowing himself to show any timidity. But even so, he was stopped by the man:

"Sorry, sir, please wait a moment. I don't think I've seen you."

As he said that, he was about to reach out to grab Xia De's shoulder. Although Xia De had no experience in close combat, his instinctive dodge was unexpectedly successful. This made him realize again that the enhancement of the Ring Warlock has all aspects:

"Yes, I was invited up, and I just went to the bathroom."

he explained.

"But isn't the bathroom over there?"

The man pointed to the direction where the detective came just now, and looked at him suspiciously:

"Your skill is really good."

"...The bathroom over there is broken, and the drunks vomited something, blocking the toilet, oh, I really don't want to describe that scene to you."

Xia De admired his tact, but the man who stopped him still frowned:

"Sir, you are not a guest on the second floor, are you?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone already has a positive meaning.

Xia De smiled awkwardly, and it was completely unnecessary to continue to quibble. Fortunately, there are no dangerous items on him, and he did not do bad things in this club:

"Well, I'm just curious about the second floor. Just now, when there were guests going upstairs, I followed them up...I left the club immediately, I understand that."

Unexpected things happened, and Shad didn't have to compete with the gangsters who opened the casino for half a pound. As he spoke, he wanted to back away, but was stopped again by the next sentence of the man blocking the way:

"Don't run around in the future, the second floor and above are all VIPs, you have to play by the rules here, you don't have to leave, you can continue on the first floor...wait, you are not here to find a 'poor ghost' Franklin's?"

He frowned.

"okay."

Thinking about the current situation, Xia De thinks there is no need to lie, the other party is still a reasonable person for the time being:

"If you're talking about a freckled, small-eyed young man in a gray hat and a sailor jacket, yes, his father told me to take him away."

"His father sent someone again? Come with me, pay back the money he owes, and you can take him away."

The man waved at Xia De and led him along the corridor:

"You should have said it on the first floor. Guys like this who owe gambling debts, we still worry about how to find someone to pay them back."

The guy who runs the casino is surprisingly reasonable.

"I don't think... How much does he owe?"

Xia De asked this crucial question. The accountant promised that if his son owed debts at the casino, the detective could pay in advance and the money could be reimbursed, but Xia De himself did not have much cash.

"One pound and six shillings, including interest and his room and board these days, two pounds, you can take him away."

The bets on the first floor were actually not that big. Franklin Jr. could lose so much in two days, and he probably didn't win or lose even once. But for these things that have nothing to do with Shard, Mr. Franklin can pay the arrears up to 10 pounds, and Shard has exactly 2 pounds.

The man said again:

"Of course, since you're here for his father. Then it's the same as last time. If you'll give us three pounds and six shillings, the casino can give you a receipt for five pounds to bring to the 'poor man' Franklin's father..."

It took Xia De several seconds to realize what the man meant. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com He has seen this kind of thing in the original world, but he was still shocked by the business mind of the guy who opened a casino in another world, thought for a while and shook his head:

"Thank you for your kindness, but let's forget it this time. It's a long flow."

He just had some sympathy for Mr. Franklin, who was about to relocate his family, and thought he didn't need to make money like this. The man leading the way was also concerned, but agreed with Xia De's opinion:

"You're right, the water flows forever. Anyway, 'Poor Ghost' Franklin will come again."

Shad admitted that he had very evil thoughts about the club's so-called "debt repayment", but in fact, Franklin Jr. was only forced to help wash the dishes in the kitchen, and he could be let go after brushing enough.

When the man led Xia De into the kitchen, he happened to see the fat man in the chef's clothes punching the young man with small eyes to the ground. Little Franklin, who looked thin, fell on the Rhodes cards all over the floor, and the blood that came out when his teeth fell out splashed on the surface of those cards.

There was a **** pig's head at the end of the kitchen. The steam pipe was spraying hot steam towards the pig's head. The fat chef seemed to be dealing with this just now.

"Stop beating, someone has come to redeem him."

The man leading the way said lazily, first waved his hand to dispel the smell of the kitchen in front of his nose, and then reached out to ask Xia De to give him money. Shade also stuffed the two-pound note he had prepared into the man's hand, and then pulled up little Franklin on the ground:

"It was your father who made me..."

"Mr. Nit, he can't leave now, this **** kid wanted to escape and bit me."

The chef said angrily, and stretched out his chubby hand to show the **** tooth marks on it:

"Give me half a pound, or he can't go."