A War Between Spies

Smoke is a luxury in prison, but weapons are a necessity.

Think about it, in the notorious Tsuen Wan prison, at least two gangs have no weapons, nothing else, it is this person who can't afford it.

Yang Yi is also no way, and he is also angry.

After all, it was young and vigorous, and all the hardships and sorrows went into prison. It was only after I was beaten to death that I saw Zhang Yong. But Zhang Yong did not teach and wanted to send Yang Yi back, which made Yang Yi How can you not be angry?

Therefore, if Zhang Yong really did not teach, then Yang Yi did not learn, he did not believe that this butcher had to eat the pig.

Then Zhang Yong had to give Danny a face anyway. If he didn't teach it, then Yang Yi, who sent Danny into it, died. Zhang Yong also said the loyalty of the fart.

Zhang Yong lost again, that is also the victory of Yang Yiguang Mingda, if you want to gamble and lose, you can't do it. This kind of character Yang Yi still doesn't learn from him.

A long time ago, no one who Yang Yi knew would be willing to gamble with him anymore, whether it was playing cards or mahjong. In short, if he was gambling, he would never participate.

Now, Yang Yi finally found the feeling of being in the university dormitory.

It’s great to kill the four sides and make everyone feel like a earthy face.

Now Yang Yi has put seven knives in front of him, and there are all the smoke.

Except Carlos, who distributed the cigarettes immediately after they got the smoke, and let the smokers get rid of them, the rest of the smoke finally returned to Yang Yi.

"Sorry, everyone, if you can't take any other bets, can you stop here today?"

Zhang Yong whispered a few words, then he stood up and looked at the people around him: "You, my smoke, I will give it back to you, sorry, I can only let you endure for a day, but this kid does not move. He, understand? Today is here, it’s gone."

Yang Yi couldn't help but said: "Hey, will that continue tomorrow? You can change other things for smoke, knife, food, anything, can you play?"

Carlos’s eyes were about to come out. He pointed to Yang Yi and bit his teeth: "You don't like it, there is a bad day for you."

Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his hand to Yang Yi. He said: "I am willing to gamble and lose, and I will go down the wind. It is just a matter of playing. If you stop, you have to stop. You win, and that's it."

Yang Yi suddenly said in Chinese: "Let's talk about trading."

Zhang Yong shook his head and said in Chinese: "I don't gamble on anything other than money, especially freedom."

Yang Yi smiled: "What you said is gambling, not a transaction. I am talking about trading. It is worse than this. You teach me, I teach you, how?"

Zhang Yong looked at Yang Yi and sneered a few times, but Yang Yi was not too slow: "The prison is really clean, but it is also very boring? What is the meaning of playing alone? I can talk to you. Play together, and I can teach you to play, to be honest, the level of your playing is really too much..."

Shaking his head, Yang Yi looked at Zhang Yong and smiled: "With the stinking chess, the chess is getting worse and worse. Playing cards is also a truth. Only by playing with the master can you improve, so I strongly recommend that you follow me to learn, at least not. The gambling table will be the face of the slaughter, you say no."

Pointing at himself, Yang Yi smiled and said: "When you give the captain a face, it is not good for you to owe a lot of people. If you are comfortable in the prison and you are not willing to go out, then you will owe him the feelings of owing him. What is wrong with this?"

Zhang Yong laughed and said: "The kid is very talkative, a little bit interesting."

Yang Yi looked at the people around and smiled. "I will declare it first. I really don't want to marry you, because I know that you are not the kind of person who wants to be jealous. I don't dare, so I am this. Let me see my strength at the table, so that I can have a chance to trade with you. In fact, it is not a transaction. I am still asking for you, but I have no other way. Think about it, I am so excited. It’s enough to find you in the prison.

Zhang Yong looked at the people around him, and then he suddenly said, "How much is your playing card?"

Yang Yi said with a serious face: "If I want to, I can win the World Poker Championship. Of course, this requires me to work harder, but I have this strength. The gambling **** is me. I am the gambling god. You Learning from me, I can't teach you to be a gambler, but still that sentence, I can let you win in the future instead of losing money. Is this enough?"

Zhang Yong touched his head and said: "It was very angry. The result made you feel tempted. I am a strong person. This generation believes that there is nothing to lose to others. But this is a good gamble but always It’s really distressing to lose. Hey, you don’t want me to teach you, but my teachings can be bitter, tired, and dangerous.”

Yang Yi’s heart burst, and he spread his hand and smiled. “I’ve been here, and I’ve almost gotten a job from the light prison area. Are you afraid that I’m not afraid of suffering?”

Zhang Yong pinched his chin and frowned. "No, you are so smart, you can make big money by gambling. Why do you want to learn this? The world should not be someone like you."

Yang Yi Shen said: "Of course it is because I have reason to enter this underground world."

Zhang Yong sighed and said: "Well, you are tempted by yourself, then teach each other, you are not my apprentice, I am not your student, we are taking what we need, and learning from each other."

Yang Yi immediately yelled at the crowd who had not yet dispersed: "Hey, you, don't hurry, these two days just make a joke with you, who is the knife, who will take it back."

People took the knife back, but Yan Yangyi did not send the person directly. He smiled at Zhang Yong: "These cigarettes have to be handled by you personally. I have a lot of them. I will take it out tomorrow, you will They have returned to them."

Zhang Yong smiled and said: "I don't owe you this kind of person. If you win, it's yours. If you return the knife, you will pay it back. The guy who wants to save lives is not authentic, but I don't owe you this cigarette. This is the first thing. Give them a pump, and I will return you when I get back."

After that, Zhang Yong picked up the cigarette and gave it to Marvin and Carlos. He smiled and said: "Take your cigarettes back to you tomorrow. Ok, thank you for your willingness to lend me, thank you, stop here today. Everyone is gone."

Just now, a group of fierce and sinister people are now smiling, and people in a circle start to smoke, but Zhang Yong is facing Yang Yidao: "You come with me."

Yang Yi’s fart was followed up~www.readwn.com~ After Zhang Yong took a few steps, he suddenly said, “What do you want to learn?”

Yang Yi honestly said: "Too much, the captain said that the body is the foundation and capital of all skills, but the captain said that your fighting is super powerful, I want to start from fighting, and practice fighting while practicing."

Zhang Yong nodded. "Danny is right. It doesn't matter if you don't have a good body. You want to learn from fighting, and you can do it. Well, how do you see them?"

Yang Yi looked back at the people of Carlos, and then he whispered: "It’s pretty good to watch, I’m listening to you, but you and they are definitely more than just friends?”

Zhang Yong haha ​​smiled and said: "What friends are all convinced, in this place you still want to make friends? Don't tease, let's set a small goal, they are like this, when can you pick one? Even if they are trained to get home, and then consider practicing, let's fix it first."

Yang Yi took a breath of air. He looked at the crowd of at least fifty people and said, "Isn't it a joke? Five or sixty people?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said: "There are not many people, the key is whether you can play. Although these people are many, they are not too difficult. They look at people one by one, but there is no fighting skill at all, that is, relying on brute force. Just hit it, or just start with a hand, dare to start, if you practice, even run a group of them to play with them."

Yang Yi was excited. He nodded and said: "Yes! OK!"

Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It’s just a matter of practicing fighting. Let’s start tomorrow. Well, when did you teach me to play cards?”

"Whenever you do, when do you say when?"

Zhang Yong nodded and said: "Okay, then tomorrow, wait for my news."