Immortal-cultivating son-in-law of a beautiful president

"You..." Zhao Fan took a step back, obviously not expecting that Ye Xuanyuan would dare to treat him like this.

After a while, Zhao Fan laughed suddenly: "Okay! Do you want to chop off my fingers? OK!"

With a look of disdain on his face, he shouted at his subordinates: "Bring the knife!"

Soon, one of his subordinates stepped forward and handed over the knife pinned to his waist.

After Zhao Fan took the knife, he thrust the knife into the table with a sudden force.

"I don't believe it yet! You fucking have the guts!"

"I'll just put my hand here today and let you chop it up!"

"Do you dare!" Zhao Fan's words almost roared out.

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was shocked by the terrifying aura emanating from Zhao Fan!

Everyone took a step back in unison, and looked sideways at Ye Xuanyuan.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Xuanyuan would also be intimidated by Zhao Fan's aura.

Seeing Ye Xuanyuan's expressionless face, he got up and pulled out the small knife stuck on the table.

After playing with it in his hand for a while, Ye Xuanyuan swept his eyes away, held the handle of the knife, and looked at Zhao Fan.

At this glance, it seems that the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy.

In fact, the stormy sea!
Zhao Fan felt his heart was punched hard by someone!
His breathing began to become rapid, and fine beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

At this moment, everyone felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Ye Xuanyuan took a knife, took two steps forward, and walked in front of Zhao Fan.

"I'll give you a chance to choose, which one do you want to chop?" Ye Xuanyuan asked lightly.

Zhao Fan realized something was wrong, Ye Xuanyuan really dared to chop off his fingers!
He wanted to resist, but his body became completely unable to move.

Zhao Fan opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but he was in a high position all the year round, so he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't say a word of confession.

"Don't say? Then I'll just pick one!" Ye Xuanyuan hung the tip of the knife above each of Zhao Fan's fingers.

He moved very slowly, and there was a faint voice in his mouth: "Is the index finger better? Or the middle finger? I think the ring finger is also good."

Every word Ye Xuanyuan uttered was like a stone on Zhao Fan's heart.

It made it difficult for him to breathe and he suffered a lot.

"Just this one."

After ten long and painful seconds.

Ye Xuanyuan selected Zhao Fan's index finger.

Then, his eyes turned cold, and without further ado, he raised the knife and dropped it!
Pfft!

"what!"

The bloody index finger rolled off the table.

In the casino, Zhao Fan's miserable screams resounded.

Everyone around was shocked by the bloody scene before them.

If this finger chopped off someone else, maybe they wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

However, the owner of this finger is named Zhao Fan!

It's their titular boss who controls the casino business in the entire slum!

After the scream, Zhao Fan gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and glared at Ye Xuanyuan.

"Now! You chopped off my finger too, let's play another round, bet your life!"

"Okay!" Ye Xuanyuan smiled and nodded.

"Wait." Zhao Fan panted when one of his subordinates was about to shuffle the cards.

"I'm going to the bathroom to deal with it first, the next game, don't play fraudulent money, let's play something else."

"Brother Fan, what do you want to play?" the subordinate asked.

Zhao Fan glanced at Ye Xuanyuan, and said coldly: "How about playing dice and comparing points?"

"It's up to you." Ye Xuanyuan didn't care what the game was, he would win anyway.

"Mr. Ye! I promise, after the next game, you will be the one who falls on the ground!"

"Then you can try it." Ye Xuanyuan said lightly.

Zhao Fan got up, and with the support of his subordinates, he went to the toilet to treat the wound.

At this moment, the anger in his heart had already erupted like a raging volcano.

The moment Ye Xuanyuan agreed to play dice, Zhao Fan had already sentenced Ye Xuanyuan to death in his heart.

Even, most people in the casino think so.

After all, they knew that although Zhao Fan was good at playing cards, it was not his strong point.

His strongest is playing dice, comparing the size.

Once upon a time, when he was still a gangster, Zhao Fan was invincible.

Even the members of the Black Dragon Gang at that time had no way to arrest him for evidence of cheating.

Not to mention, now, the entire casino is his.

It's too easy for him to make some tricks in the dice cup.

Even under the camera, he can guarantee that he won't be able to capture any of his extraordinary evidence!
After a while, Zhao Fan washed the wound, bandaged it, and walked out of the toilet.

When he looked at Ye Xuanyuan again, Zhao Fan's eyes were full of killing intent.

He endured the pain from the severed finger, went to the table, and grabbed the dice cup.

"The rules are very simple. Each person has a dice cup, and there are three dice inside. After shaking, the bigger one wins."

"Let's start." After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he gently shook the dice cup in his hand.

He has already made sure that he will win this time.

He will definitely trample the man in front of him down completely.

He also wanted to tear his corpse into tens of thousands of pieces, skinned and cramped, to vent his hatred!