Chapter 390 Sandbox Game
Chapter 390 Sandbox Game
At a booth at the edge of the pub, a little boy with gray hair was facing a well-dressed man with a full beard. He looked like a gentleman, but in fact he was a gambler. The two of them were surrounded by people who came to watch the game. Some of them were nervous, some were full of astonishment, and some were staring at the child's hand, hoping to find some flaws. The originally bustling bar seemed strangely quiet because of the game between these two people.

The two men had been sitting opposite each other for a long time. In front of them were several playing cards, and next to their hands were piles of gold coins like small mountains.

"Hurry up, uncle. Do you want to change cards?" On one side of the table, I yawned and urged my opponent to make a decision quickly. After using a gold coin and a life to win the whole fortune of that strong man, I am now facing my seventh opponent. The gold coins on hand are increasing. And the opponents I face are also different. From the initial hard laborers, to ordinary drinkers, to gamblers who are eager to make a fortune. Then there are these rich people who are willing to spend a lot of money just for the sake of excitement. But in the end... The people here have gone from watching the gambling game to carefully observing my cheating methods.

Everyone knew that I was cheating to win so many games, but... no one could tell. The guy who just found fault with me because he was not convinced by my cheating... er, not convinced by my gambling skills, had been carried out of the bar.

Well, as the saying goes, if someone knows martial arts, no one can stop him. Hmm? You ask why people still play with me when they know I'm cheating?

One round decides the outcome. If you win, you get a mountain of gold coins. If you lose, you lose everything. How can desperate gamblers not get involved in such a game? Besides, no one has stipulated that cheating is prohibited. Isn't that right? The gentleman in front of him didn't know what to do. Although he believed that he also had a way to cheat, with so many people watching, the gentleman seemed to be a little bit convinced.

The three open cards are Spade J, 10, 6. The hand has three hidden cards. As long as there are two spades, it can become a flush. If you are lucky, you can also get a straight, which is a royal flush. The uncle opposite has a bad hand. Among the three hidden cards, only one club J can make a pair. The remaining two are red 7 and 3. There is no choice but to change two cards. Leave a club J to guarantee a pair.

As it turns out, exchanging cards doesn’t necessarily mean you get a good hand. The uncle exchanged two red cards for a 5 of spades and a 6 of clubs. He played a two-pair hand. According to the rules of the game, this two-pair hand has a high chance of winning, but facing three spades, he was really afraid that I would play a flush.

However, fate sometimes likes to play tricks on people. There was no choice but to change the cards. The three hole cards were revealed, and all three were spades. The numbers were no longer important. What was important was that no matter how I played this hand, I was sure to win.

Everyone was confused. He didn't even touch the cards. He just looked at them and waited for them to be dealt. The young waiter next to him was also the one dealing the cards. How did he cheat?
"That's enough, let's stop here today." I took the pile of gold coins in front of me, asked the bartender for a sack, filled it with money, and was about to leave the bar. Although many of these NPCs with high freedom were very upset and angry, their gambling character was still impeccable. They all returned to their seats. Those with poor gambling character had already ambushed outside when I defeated the last opponent fifteen minutes ago.

"Boy, do you want me to call you a taxi?" The old man at the beginning no longer dared to underestimate me. At least in terms of gambling skills.

"No, I can clean up the stall outside myself." He grabbed a handful of gold coins from the sack and put them on the uncle's table. "A drop of water is a spring of gratitude. Uncle, you gave me a gold coin and also treated me to a meal. These are your return gifts. Use them to buy some wine!"

"You little brat is very sensible." The uncle laughed and did not refuse my kindness.

"Just treat it as buying some information?" I mentioned casually. At the same time, I stretched out my thumb and index finger to make a figure eight. "Where can I get this?"

"..." For a moment, the whole bar seemed to stagnate. Everyone was stuck. It should be Noah's Ark that was calculating. After all... a suspenseful reasoning game has now been turned into a sandbox game. Some plots and data that should not have appeared now have to be recalculated. I can understand the momentary jam. About three seconds later, all the characters returned to their original state.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The uncle shook his head. "But if you want to get something good, I recommend you go to Old Rick's Pawn Shop behind Happy Street."

"Understood. Let's go." I nodded to the uncle, then walked out carrying the sack.

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I walked out of the bar and went straight to the back alley. There were already four or five people waiting for me with weapons in their hands. They must have had evil intentions after seeing how much money I made in the bar. Looking at the weapons in their hands, short knives, wooden sticks, and bottles of wine, I really couldn't get interested. I threw the sack aside, stretched my arms and legs, and rushed towards the few scoundrels who surrounded me. I really didn't want to fight with such people...

Bang!
I failed to show off, and was hit on the arm by a man holding a stick. In pain, I turned around and kicked him down. At the same time, I retreated.

"Hiss... It hurts a little." I rubbed my arm and frowned. "Something is wrong. He is just a small thug, but he can hurt me. The angle of the stick just now was a bit tricky. Is it unexpected?" I took out a coin from my pocket and held it in my palm, and rushed towards the thugs again.

"Kid, prepare to die!" A thug with a knife rushed towards me, shouting. The dagger in his hand also stabbed at my head.

Ding!
The coin in his hand flew out and hit the gangster's nose first, causing him to be distracted for a moment. He stepped forward, leaned his body to the left, kicked out with his feet, pushed his shoulders forward, and threw the gangster away with a solid stick, and at the same time took the short blade in his hand.

Holding the dagger in reverse, I stabbed at the chest of the fallen thug, but was blocked by other thugs who rushed over and were waving sticks.

"Tsk. Sure enough, there is a problem." My brows were furrowed. I lowered my body and began to face this battle head-on. "Go to hell!" The thugs rushed up one after another. But unlike before, I already had a sharp blade in my hand. Although a dagger is extremely disadvantaged against a short stick, fortunately my kung fu is strong enough.

I dodged a bottle flying towards my head, stepped in a circle, and stepped on the Eight Diagrams to get to the side of a thug. I didn't slash the throat with the dagger in my hand, but slashed it hard on the tendons behind his knees. He lost control of one of his legs. I didn't chase him. I moved towards the thug who was swinging a stick behind me. I dodged the short stick he swung from the outside and raised my hand to slash his wrist. Then I stabbed him in the thigh. Then I withdrew because the third thug had already rushed up. He was a bit disadvantaged to face me with bare hands. I turned the dagger around, swung it in front of him, and then twisted my body and waist to exert force, turned around and stabbed the dagger into his left rib below, which is the kidney area. Then I quickly drew the knife and swung it towards the throat of the fourth thug.

The last gangster watched his four companions fall one after another, looked at the short stick in his hand, and finally took a few steps back, threw away the short stick, and ran away.

As for the remaining one dead and three injured, it took me about two minutes to completely deal with them.

"Pah, in the end, all I got was this broken dagger." I spat in dismay. Then I continued to walk deep into the back alley of Happy Street. Finally, at the end of the alley, I found the Old Rick Pawn Shop that the uncle mentioned.

Walking into the pawnshop, an ancient smell of leather and bronze hits you. The room is not big, but the goods on the shelves are dazzling. The optical fiber in the room is very dim, and only a kerosene lamp on the counter is still flickering a little bit. The weak light reflects the faint outlines and orange light of the goods on the shelves.

"Little boy, you should be sleeping at home at this time." Under the kerosene lamp, a fifty-year-old man wearing a white shirt jacket and a navy blue vest, staring at his black and white mixed hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, holding a needle and thread in his hand, seemed to be mending something.

"You are Old Rick... the owner of the pawn shop?" I quickly added after hearing the name subconsciously.

"Just call me Uncle Rick." Old Rick put down his needlework and took off his glasses. He glanced at me in the dim light. "How can I help you?"

"Hey, the game store is open." I laughed inwardly. "I heard from a brown-bearded uncle that I can get good stuff from you."

"That depends on your definition of a good thing. And the price you can offer." Old Rick didn't seem to have any complaints about the person who introduced me. "What do you want?"

"Medical bandages, painkillers, hemostatic agents, wheelchairs, white bread, milk, jam, and bacon. Five sufficiently sharp daggers, three guns, and three boxes of bullets. And intelligence. Oh, and please give me a city map and a pocket watch. The watch must be the kind that can be adjusted to time."

"...What a strange list." Old Rick seemed to be at a loss for a few seconds before he spoke. "For the first four, I suggest you go to the Municipal Hospital on Administrative Street. The middle four will be sold at the food store on the street in three hours. As for the rest, I don't plan to sell them to you, except for the map and the pocket watch." As he spoke, Old Rick took out a silver-cased pocket watch and a piece of kraft paper from under the counter.

"Let me see my offer first." I casually threw a sack of gold coins in front of the counter. The glittering luster inside made Old Rick's eyes flash, but then dimmed immediately.

"If you can get all the items I listed for you, then they'll all be yours."

"I really can't do anything with medical supplies, but I can run a grocery store for you, Old Rick."

"The key point is what's behind it." I said patiently.

"Well, for the sake of so many gold coins." After thinking about it, Old Rick finally compromised.

"Do you have any information about Jack the Ripper?"

"Hey, if I had this kind of information, why didn't I tell the police officer about it?" Old Rick shook his head. "I only know that he is Moriarty's subordinate and is working for him. If you want to find Jack the Ripper, starting with Moriarty might be a good choice. Use the weapon you just bought from me."

"What?! Wait a minute. Who did you just say?"

(End of this chapter)