The toughest man in the city

Chapter 149

"Mr. Shen, this man is still in the casino. Do I need someone to control him too?"

Secretary Bai has followed Mr. Shen for many years, and he still has the ability to judge people and things.

Based on the monitoring playback alone, it was easy to determine that the one who really created the miracle was the handsome man who retreated like the wind, and had nothing to do with the half-grown old man in the monitoring room.

If this guy had appeared in the security room instead, Secretary Bai would still be willing to persuade the boss to cash in those astronomical bets.

Unfortunately, she is not qualified to say that kind of thing.

Shen Shilan just watched the surveillance video with great interest, as if she was talking to herself: "This person should be very clear about how much money he has won, but he quit as if nothing happened. He just took away what he wanted at first. 100 million?"

"Yes, Mr. Shen."

"Interesting. He..."

Shi Lan hesitated to speak, rolled her eyes, and said with a chuckle: "Find a way to help me find out about this person, I need to know all his information, and tell everyone under my command to keep their mouths shut, today's Don't say a single word."

"Yes, Mr. Shen. What about the old man in the security room?"

"Return the capital to him, and he will not be allowed to come to the casino from now on. Let Dahua handle this matter, and people like Dahua know how to do it better."

Shi Lan got up and walked towards the sixth floor again.

Normally speaking, she should have reported to the king as soon as the result of "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens" appeared.But her strong curiosity made her suppress the urge to report to the king. She just wanted to get to know Li Xiao first, and see what was so special about that guy, so that the king would spare no effort to find it.

No one could have guessed what kind of terrible consequences Shilan's selfish behavior would lead to.

On the contrary, it was Lao Cheng who soon knew what the end he was about to face.

In the security room, after waiting for half an hour, I saw the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lao Cheng stood up abruptly, with great excitement, waiting for someone from the casino to cash out the money he won, but after seeing clearly who entered the door, all the excitement disappeared.

"Brother Da Hua?"

"Yo, Lao Cheng, you still know me. Now that you know me, it's easy. Let's go, let's chat in another place."

Brother Da Hua waved his hand, and the four big men with dragon and tiger tattoos lifted them up and Lao Cheng left.

Back then, when Lao Cheng approached Brother Dahua for a loan shark, he watched him chatting and laughing, chopping off the fingers of some people who couldn't afford it.

"Brother Dahua, I have money, and I will pay it back. I won a lot of money just now."

"It's about you winning money."

The people from Dahua couldn't help but hurriedly carried Lao Cheng to the backyard of the casino.

The big boss above explained that he would return the principal of 200 million yuan to this old Cheng, and wipe off the usury he owed, but he can't be polite to him anymore, let him learn how to shut up, and don't go around preaching about the casino. Unfavorable news, causing unnecessary trouble.

Dahua is willing to listen to the boss's arrangement, but listening does not mean that he will follow through.

For a person like Lao Cheng who doesn't even care about his wife and children just to gamble, it's a waste of money to give him. It's better to just let him be honest. He doesn't dare to gamble in this life, let alone have a chance to talk.

In the grocery store in the backyard of the casino is Brother Dahua's office. The blood stains on the ground are eye-catching.

When Lao Cheng was kicked on the crook of his leg and knelt down, with both hands firmly pressed on the table, he seemed to understand something.

"That's not right. Brother Dahua, you're not right. I obviously won the money, why didn't you give me the money and drag me here?"

"You won money?"

Dahua held up the knife and played with it carefully, squinting at Lao Cheng: "Yes, you have won money. The big game is a blast. I heard that you have won several hundred million."

"How many billion?"

Old Cheng almost passed out on the spot. If he really had so much money, what would he do?

"Brother Dahua, I'm rich, I'll give you [-] million. If you let me go, I'll give you the money..."

Snapped!
A slap slapped Lao Cheng's face, abruptly smacking his last words.

"You give me [-] million? What the hell are you doing? You don't want to live if you play tricks in Lao Tzu's place and want to get money. According to the rules, if you cheat, chop off your two hands, I will I will give you another item as a gift, and I will cut off my tongue, so that no outsiders will say that I am acting unfairly. Do it!"

Dahua was too lazy to talk nonsense, he threw the knife on the table, and someone rushed up immediately.

Two were holding Lao Cheng down, one was pinching Lao Cheng's mouth, and the other was holding the ax directly, looking for the correct chopping position with a smile.

When a vise pulled Lao Cheng's tongue out, he finally realized what was waiting for him.

Ever since he was brought into the casino by Wu Dafu, he had been thinking about winning money every second, and today he finally won a big one.Now that he is rich, he can buy a casino, treat his wife a doctor, and prepare a dowry for his daughter that ordinary people would not envy.

The picture that has been imagined countless times can finally be realized.

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

Even if he won, there was no money for him. Not only was there no money for him, but the casino also falsely accused him, and even cut off his tongue in order to seal his mouth.

The cold sting on the tip of his tongue made him dizzy, and he watched a sharp ax aim at his wrist and slash it down.

It’s over.

This life is over.

If I had known this would be the result, I would have never gambled on anything.

Can God give another chance, vowing not to gamble a penny, just to get his arms and tongue back on his body.

In the dark, it seems to see the wife who is sick in bed, and the daughter who is tortured by the pressure of life and frowning.

Sorry, I was wrong.

Lao Cheng closed his eyes in pain.

bang.

The sound of the ax hitting the table was so clear.

Then the base of the tongue suddenly loosened, obviously after the tongue was cut off, the remaining half lost its tension and bounced back into the mouth.

Everything is too late.

Lao Cheng lay down on the ground slowly, hot tears welled up in his eyes.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he seems to have regained some strength, twisting his body vigorously, trying to get up.

He is going home.

Go home and kneel in front of your wife and children, solemnly say "I was wrong", then throw yourself into the river, and be a good man who never gambles in the next life.

However, the tongue is gone, how can I admit my mistake?

and many more?

Why doesn't it hurt?
Old Cheng opened his eyes abruptly, with both hands intact, he touched his mouth in disbelief.

"Ah, ah! My tongue is still there, can I still say... eh?"

Old Cheng couldn't believe it, Li Xiao's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, and a piece of colorful and green check paper swayed slightly in front of him.

"Old Cheng, will you still gamble in the future?"

"I won't gamble, I won't gamble even if I die."

"Well, that's good, let's go. My car is also in good condition."

Li Xiao smiled, stretched out his hand and stuffed the check into Lao Cheng's pocket, lifted him up, and strode out.

Lao Cheng's mind was completely blank, and he only remembered that when he turned his head, he saw Brother Dahua and his gang squatting in the corner with their heads in their arms, trembling.

(End of this chapter)