RNP Chapter 287: Blocked
Chapter 287: Blocked
The women here include both white and black women, and they all dress very provocatively.
They lacked aristocratic airs, but possessed a raw sexiness and hormonal allure that attracted not-so-wealthy gamblers.
The flamingo's distinctive feature is its large iron greenhouse, which occupies a very spacious area.
As soon as you walk in, you can smell a strong odor of alcohol and drugs.
A large-scale performance is taking place outside the flamingo enclosure.
Their performances were quite open and unrestrained, attracting countless guests.
This place is packed with people every night, it's quite lively. A large portion of them are old bachelors carrying bottles of liquor.
After watching the performance, these people would go into the casino and become gamblers.
Old Mo, holding Ye Zimei's hand, walked over here. They were instantly captivated by the performance on stage.
The dim lighting, the suggestive music, and the provocative performance of the white woman on stage—it was truly irresistible to men.
Putting aside any thoughts or intentions, this thing just has the power to attract men's attention.
Ye Zi blushed and quickly covered Lao Mo's eyes.
"You're not allowed to look, you're not allowed to look. If you want to look, I'll let you look as much as you want when we get back. Close your eyes now..."
Old Mo said speechlessly, "What are you doing? You won't lose anything by just looking."
"These women are shameless."
Ye Zimei said with a blush on her face.
She discovered that the other person's white dough dumpling was even bigger than hers. How could she bear this?
"Okay, okay, I won't look anymore, alright? Let's go inside and take a look, okay?"
The two bypassed the stage and went directly into the casino.
I went inside and saw that there were quite a few people.
The gamblers here are low-quality, but they're all about volume. That's why there are so many people!
They had just gone inside when two white men walked towards them.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Mr. Chen, right?"
A white man spoke politely to Old Mo.
Old Mo smiled and said, "That's me. May I ask what brings you here?"
The white man pulled out a wad of cash, stuffed it into Old Mo's hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, I am Felix, the manager of Flamingo. Please take this money. All of Mr. Chen's expenses here today will be paid by Flamingo."
But as you can see, we're a small business. Someone as important as Mr. Chen shouldn't bother with us. Okay.
Old Mo was speechless, and quickly stuffed the money into Felix's hand.
"Mr. Felix, please don't misunderstand. We're here tonight mainly for fun, not for gambling."
Felix immediately let out a long sigh of relief.
"If that's the case, that's great. You can keep the money, then we're friends. I'll pay for everything tonight, okay?"
In the end, Old Mo politely declined his money. He really didn't care about that amount of money.
However, Felix never left, remaining by Old Mo's side as a friend and constantly introducing him to others.
Old Mo felt bored, exchanged a few polite words, and left with Ye Zimei.
There's nothing you can do. People are following you not because they're friends, but because they're wary of you, and that's not a good thing.
After they came out, the two walked around the street for a while. The area was full of casinos and shops.
The two of them immediately felt bored.
It would be really boring here if you couldn't gamble or spend the night with those open-minded women.
This is the current state of Old Mo.
The two went into a store and bought several cameras. They planned to visit Hoover Dam the next day.
Hoover Dam, located about 50 kilometers southeast of Las Vegas, was the most important surrounding tourist attraction at the time.
This engineering marvel, completed in 1936, attracts numerous tourists to visit and take photos due to its immense scale and the feat of creating Lake Mead in the desert.
Although Las Vegas is a desert environment, the surrounding natural landscapes, such as Red Rock Canyon, with their unique red sandstone formations, offer hiking and photography opportunities for visitors seeking tranquility.
Since we're here and have the time, let's go have some fun!
The two had just bought the camera and walked out when Lao Mo suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Yes, there were several rats behind them, and they seemed to have ill intentions towards them.
"Mr. Larmy."
Old Mo approached the head bodyguard and whispered, "There's someone watching us around the street corner behind us. You handle it!"
Larmi immediately looked behind him warily, and the little mice quickly disappeared into the alleyway of the street.
Larmi immediately said warily, "Mr. Chen, someone is indeed watching us, so if there's nothing else, let's go back!"
Old Mo nodded.
Ten bodyguards immediately surrounded the two men and walked towards their car.
However, because they walked a long way, the places where they parked their cars were also quite far apart.
They had only gone halfway when dozens of men carrying various weapons appeared in front of them.
Old Mo immediately scanned the area with his divine sense. These guys were carrying machetes, but also guns at their waists.
They've come with ill intentions!
Larmi, upon seeing this, also felt the pressure.
"Mr. Chen, come with me."
Larmi and Old Mo were about to turn back when they saw dozens of people approaching from behind.
Good heavens, now we can't leave even if we wanted to.
Larmi immediately drew his gun and protected Old Mo and Ye Zimei in the middle.
These ten guys were quite dedicated; they managed to form a circle, trapping the two of them firmly in the middle.
Anyway, unless you're at a high place, it's impossible to shoot Old Mo.
The dozens of guys slowly surrounded them. No, there were already more than a hundred of them, one in front and one behind.
However, they stopped a few meters away. Perhaps they still had some sense of reason.
"Lalmi, this is none of your business. Hand over Mr. Chen, and you can leave."
A large, dark-skinned man stepped forward and looked at Larmi, saying...
Larmi looked at the big, dark-skinned man and didn't recognize him at all.
"Who are you? What do you want? Mr. Chen is someone we protect, and we're not handing him over. If you want him, you'll have to get past the gun in my hand first."
"hehe……"
The burly black man sneered, lifted his coat, revealing a revolver underneath.
"Excuse me, Mr. Larmi, we are also armed. Your ten pistols alone won't stop us. There are over a hundred of us, with over a hundred guns."
"If we each fire a shot at you, you'll be riddled with holes. Mr. Larmy, are you sure you want to risk your life for a few thousand dollars a month?"
Old Mo was very curious about who these people were.
Before Larmy could answer, he said directly, "Mr. Larmy, please take my wife back. I'll go with them."