Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 495 - 495 Fourteen

495: Fourteen.

Win everything 495: Fourteen.

Win everything No matter how much the slums boast of safety, they ultimately are a place more sinful and gloomy than other places.

Lu Li had the same experience in the slums the last time, except that the robbers changed from three children to two youths.

And there was one similarity.

“You don’t seem like thugs,”

Lu Li took out the shillings from his coat pocket, in addition to the Jimmy Siblings’ deposit, he had several hundred shillings with him.

Mikela craned his neck, looking eager, while Virgil stood by, honestly waiting—he even feared that Lu Li would misunderstand and discarded the stick.

Eventually, Mikela didn’t ask for more money.

He stepped forward to the side of the carriage to take the 20 shillings that Lu Li handed over, lightly flicked it and, whistling, said, “Of course we aren’t, thank you for your generosity, sir.

I wish you a wonderful afternoon.”

“Virgil, let’s go.”

Mikela was not as relaxed as he had imagined, worried that Lu Li would come back and cause trouble for them.

He slipped into the nearby Dark Alley amid the mumblings of Virgil saying, “We should remember his name, to repay him when we make it big someday…”

…

“Repay?

What a joke.

You really want to come back here?”

Entering the Dark Alley, Mikela put away the 20 shillings he had robbed and casually threw away his stick: “Forget it, this place will soon be taken over by monsters, only the Lennon Islands are safe.”

“What do we do now?

Continue robbing passersby?” Virgil asked hesitantly.

“With you?” Mikela yelled with a deliberately exaggerated and mocking tone: “I thought we were homeless kids on the street, begging kind people for money.”

“So where do we go to earn money to redeem our tickets?”

Mikela stretched out the 20-denomination shilling, squinting and said, “Of course, we earn it back from where we lost it.”

“You want to gamble again!” Virgil shouted, walking in front of the alley to block Mikela’s path.

“Our tickets and all our money were lost because of you!”

“That’s why we need to earn back the money and the tickets!”

Mikela raised a finger, licked his lips, and said, “Listen, we only have this one chance.

Not everyone is as generous and easy to talk to as the gentleman just now.

Who knows what will happen with the next target, I don’t want to get caught by those hounds and wait to die in a police station at this time, and I don’t think you want to do anything bad, right?

Buddy, look over there!

The wealth and the beauties of the Lennon Islands are waiting for us!”

Virgil looked in the direction Mikela pointed, but outside the alley, there was only an old street with sewage flowing across it.

“I don’t see anything,” Virgil said.

Mikela lost his last bit of patience and forcefully pushed Virgil aside: “If you regret it, then get lost, I’ll go by myself!”

Virgil leaned against the wall as Mikela walked past the cleared path and towards the entrance of the alley.

He was furious and decided not to deal with the pig-like Virgil anymore.

“You’ve dirtied my clothes now, your mother made them herself.”

The simple mumblings of Virgil, who had followed, came from behind.

Just as Mikela was about to reach the mouth of the alley, he stopped irritably, turned back, and poked Virgil in the chest saying, “From now on, without my permission, you’re not allowed to talk.

I don’t want others to think we’re idiots.”

“Not even a single word?”

“Yes, not a word!”

Taking the now silent Virgil with him, Mikela headed back into the slums known locally as the Inner District.

Standing outside the Black Mamba Casino, Mikela took a deep breath, faced the mocking gazes of the two Bald Men at the door, and walked into the boisterous casino filled with the sour stench of sweat.

“Here, go play whatever you want, just don’t disturb me.”

After getting four chips, Mikela gave one to Virgil and shoved him aside, slipping into the crowd to avoid being followed.

He hovered near the gambling tables, hesitant to make a move with his entire fortune of three chips.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood at a dice guessing game table, placing his entire fortune of 15 shillings on the high.

Rattle—rattle—

The dice inside the shaker began to tremble, flipping and flying about.

Mikela stared intently at the wobbling shaker, his mind continuously chanting “Big”.

Smack!

The shaker landed on a table heaped with chips, Shillings, and a jumble of jewelry.

About a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on it as the shaker was lifted.

A chorus of disappointed sighs and excited cheers rose at the same time.

It was small…

A dispirited Mikela gazed blankly at the gambling table and the dice, unsure of what to do next.

Just then, a burst of exclamations and shouts erupted from the neighboring gambling table.

Mikela stared blankly in that direction, vaguely hearing that someone foolishly picked the largest 18 points and actually got it right.

Mikela knew he was dreaming, but he indeed fantasized that it was Virgil who did it, and clung to that thought as if grabbing a lifeline, squeezing his way towards the neighboring table.

There he saw Virgil, surrounded by people at the center.

It was true!

Mikela forcefully pushed through the crowd, excitedly grabbing Virgil’s shoulder and shouting to the surrounding gamblers, “He’s my brother, this is my brother!”

He vigorously shook Virgil, exclaiming ecstatically, “Why aren’t you speaking?

Oh my god, you can talk now, Virgil!

We’re rich!

We’re going to the Lennon Islands!!!”

Looking at the gambling table, there were at least a few thousand Shillings in chips and gold and silver jewelry.

They could not only redeem their boat tickets but also earn thousands more Shillings!

Outside the noisy center, in the shadows of the corner, two silhouettes watched this scene.

In the dim light, the glow of a pipe flickered with alternating brightness.

“They look unfamiliar, not from around here?” a deep voice said.

“Just like the out-of-towners who passed through recently,” another voice replied.

“Black Mamba’s money is not allowed to leave this place.”

“I know.”

One of the figures stepped out of the shadow, leaving only the slowly brightening glow of the pipe.

On the other side, an excited Mikela and Virgil redeemed their boat tickets, planning to leave the casino with their valuable spoils.

If they encountered that generous gentleman, Mikela considered giving him back 40 Shillings and proudly saying, “Double the repayment.”

But everything came to a halt when they were about to exit the casino, stopped by several muscled men.

A thick scent of blood wafted from the Bald Man at the forefront.

This was not intuition; it was the smell emanating from their blood-stained and filthy vests.

Mikela held onto the foolishly happy Virgil, eyeing them warily and deliberately said in a loud voice that everyone around could hear, “What are you doing!

Not allowing patrons who won money to leave?!”

The surrounding noise died down, all patrons looked their way, and they consciously cleared a space.

“Just that a guest said he saw your brother steal some chips, we just need to check,” the Bald Man replied lazily.

Mikela breathed a sigh of relief, “Chips?

We certainly didn’t steal any chips.”

But inside, he hesitated.

That idiot Virgil had done such things before.

If he really did steal chips from the casino this time…

What a stupid fool!

Mikela cursed inwardly.