Hearing old Paton say this, Smidty trembled and picked up the wine glass in his hand, and then drank it all.

"I'll pour you another glass!" said Old Parton with a smile as he picked up the bottle and poured another glass for Smitty himself, "My second question is more like a request, and of course, it depends on whether you want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a lot of money." Do you want to make a lot of money, Smitty?"

"Yes, sir, very much!" said Smidty, who had calmed down after a glass of wine.

"Of course, everybody knows that you're Monsieur Al-Bannon's deputy, and you're familiar with the business, and you know all the other bookkeepers, the errand boys, and the bookmakers, and I don't think you're the kind of person who would do stupid things, right?"

Without hesitation, Smidty said, "Of course, sir, I know where I am. ”

"And what about John's men, how do you get along with them?" said old Paton, looking at Smidty, and asked another thorny question, like a cow to dismantle the various forces under John O'Bannon piece by piece.

Smithy was not aware of old Paton's sinister intentions, and said bluntly: "Yes, I get along well with most people. ”

"So, if you take over the business, do you think they'll support you?" said Old Paton softly, looking at Smithy.

"Of course!" said Smidty in the affirmative.

"And what about yourself?" Old Paton said with a grin when he saw that Smidty was a little puzzled by the question, "John is dead, and you are a fisherman, will you feel uncomfortable like this?"

"I won't ......," Smitty paused slightly, regrouped his sentence, and said, "I don't think I can say that, he's mine...... He's my friend. But Mr. Parton, if you give me this opportunity, I will be loyal to you with all my heart. ”

Now that everyone had all the cards on the table, Old Parton did not hesitate and said bluntly, "Very well, then let's do it!"

As soon as Old Parton finished speaking, the other two people in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the hand hidden under his clothes was withdrawn.

"Come, let's celebrate. Old Parton raised his glass, looked at Smitty and said, "To the friends who take care of each other!"

The two of them clinked glasses lightly and drank all the wine in the glass, leaving not a trace of it.

Liang Dong parked his car on the outer street of a baseball stadium and looked around before walking over to a black man walking on a bench next to him.

"Hello Louis Anna!" Liang greeted him heartily with no one around, and said, "Is there any news?"

The black man in a brown leather coat said, "I have not heard of the murdered prostitute, nor have I heard of your uncle. ”

"Great, what am I doing here?" Liang patted Louis Ann, a black man, and prepared to turn away.

"I have more lucrative news," a quote from Louis Anna, a black man, stopped Liang Dong as he was about to leave.

Liang Dong turned around, looked at Louis Ann's longing look, thought for a moment, tilted his head, took out a piece of cash from his body and handed it over, and said with some interest: "Okay, I'll listen to you, what is the news?"

The black boy took the cash and said very quickly: "You should be very interested, it's high-stakes poker, as far as I know, it's quite big, big stakes, big moves." ”

Liang Dong frowned, walked to the other side of the black boy Louis, and asked in a deep voice, "Who opened the gambling game, and who is in charge?"

"You're going to love this," said the black boy, a little smugly, "it's the youngest son of Moose Tedesco, the one who went to college." ”

"Are you kidding me, son of Moose, are you really sure? 100% sure?"

The black man also had some understanding of the seriousness of the situation, and he said with great certainty: "I'm sure, I'm sure." ”

"That idiot will pay, when, where?" Liang said, handing over another piece of cash.

"On the east side of Uptown, there's a private club of theirs, and as far as I know, the guys play big. I heard that the minimum bet is 2,000 yuan,"

"Not bad, not bad. Liang Dong leaned closer to the black man and asked in a deep voice, "I still need to know the name of that club." ”

After getting the money, Louis said cheerfully: "It's called Stockbridge House, and the third floor is where the cards are opened, and they set up three tables every Friday night. ”

"Good, Louie the Boy, good. Liang Dong took a deep breath, handed over a piece of cash again, and said in a deep voice: "If this is true, I will double the price I give you, and if you talk nonsense again......"

"I know, I know," the black boy Louis nodded quickly, and said honestly, "I don't want to go back to prison, sir." ”

In a bar, Liang Dong was eating lunch alone when Vince Ratucci received a call from him and rushed over: "Hey, Terry!"

Liang wiped his hands with a tissue and greeted, "You're here, Vince, how are you doing today?"

"It's fine. Vince Latuci sat down next to Liang Dong, glanced at his lunch by the way, and said, "It looks good!"

"Thank you for coming. Liang Dong glanced at Vince Latucci, his eyes were a little strange.

Vince Latucci took a deep breath and asked Liang Dong in a low voice, "What is so important?"

Liang Dong leaned close to Vince's ear and whispered, "I just received a little strange tip, I think I should talk to you, see what you think?"

"Okay, sure, what's the matter?" Vince Latuci took a deep breath, feeling something was out of the ordinary.

I only heard Liang Dong say in a low voice: "In a certain university private club in Shangcheng District, someone holds a high-stakes poker game. ”

Vince Latuci didn't understand what Liang Dong meant, and asked with a frown, "Sounds good, is there any problem?"

"The problem is, my informant says the bet was made by the son of Mus Tedesco, but as far as I know, it's not on our list!"

"No way, if it's not on the list, it's definitely not Tedesco's gamble, it's definitely your informant who made a mistake. ”

"It's hard to say," Liang Dong tapped the table and said in a deep voice, "This informant's information has always been very reliable, and this kid has never disappointed me,"

"I don't believe it, Moose won't do this to me, I'll call him right now and ask what's going on?"

"No, I've already reported to the team leader, he wants to report to Johnson, and if the captain agrees, we'll go to that venue tonight. ”

Vince took a deep puff on his cigar, and he could feel himself in a big mess.

Liang Dong looked at Vince Latuci's thoughtful appearance, took a bite of the burger in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Won't you have a drink with me?"

"Okay, bring me a glass of bourbon. Vince Ratucci was talking, but his mind was clearly not knowing where to go!

(End of chapter)