Wang Bo sat on the ground, looking at the four big men surrounding him with sweat on his forehead, and then looked at A Biao who had already disappeared from the crowd, with a look of despair in his eyes.

Fifty thousand yuan.

How could I have so much money to fill this pit?

The money I came to play tonight was made up by pieces. As for the family, the grandma was so old that she could not have any money.

"Boy, give the money."

Brother Shui vomited a cigarette ring and looked at Wang Bo with a sneer on his lips: "My people will accompany you home to get the money."

“I don’t have money.”

Wang Bo's face was pale and his words were weak. After the gambler's fierce power faded, all he left was endless regret.

"No? That's better."

Brother Shui sneered and greeted the followers on both sides: "Drag the person down, cut down one finger first to rest."

The follower followed and dragged Wang Bo aside.

They are quite experienced in dealing with such things. At the beginning, whoever wants to give money was borrowed on impulse, so how could they be willing to give it up?

This kind of person can be beaten.

Next to it.

There is an open-air balcony that specializes in handling such affairs. They dragged Wang Bo to the side, and the gamblers watching on the side sighed and scattered. They were not surprised by this kind of thing anymore and had been accustomed to it.

As for the casino, it also acquiesced to such things. After all, lenders who give money here also have to pay the money to the casino.

On the rooftop.

Brother Shui and his group pushed Wang Bo to the ground.

Wang Bo's slightly obese body supported the ground, and looked at the axe chopped into the wood in front of him, and his body shivered for a moment.

They didn't talk nonsense. Two people came up to hold Wang Bo's arm and pressed his right hand on the table. The other person pulled out the bloody axe and aimed at Wang Bo's little finger. The axe was raised high, and the sharp axe blade flashed cold light under the light.

A gust of wind blew.

Wang Bo, who was sweaty on his back, was awakened by the coldness and shouted loudly: "I'll give money, I'll give money! I'll ask my friend to give money."

_______________________________

Ten o'clock in the evening.

United Taxi Company.

Zhong Wenze didn't go out to get out of the car for a day, so he sat in the company and waited for Song Zihao, Mark Li and the others to come back in the evening to continue the follow-up action.

but.

He did not call Sir Mo and told him about Song Zihao and his friends' actions tonight. If he wanted to kill Tan Cheng, he had to snatch the tape and force him to show up.

When the two sides fight against the dock, we will inform Sir and the others that when the time comes, we will give you a bag of money and take Tan Cheng and the others in one fell swoop, that will be perfect.

The ashtray on the table was already filled with cigarette butts.

"Aze, you guys have something to worry about."

Uncle Jian glanced at the Green Water Ghost Watch on his hand and said in a joking tone: "In less than half an hour, you smoked five cigarettes. Is it a bit amazing?"

Zhong Wenze smiled and whispered: "Uncle Jian's eyes are still fierce."

"Hey, you guys really fight and kill every time."

Uncle Jian sighed helplessly and shook his head: "It's true, I don't want my old man to help you, you guys are careful."

Just as he was talking.

The phone rings next to it.

Uncle Jian answered the phone, said a few words, and covered the microphone: "Aze, I'm looking for you. Listen to this tone, the person who comes is not kind."

"oh?"

Zhong Wenze was stunned for a moment, walked over to take the phone, and listened to the words over there, his handsome face became a little more serious: "I, I'll come here now."

"Uncle Jian, I have something to do now, I want to go out."

Zhong Wenze hung up the phone, took his coat and walked out quickly. Halfway through, he turned back, went to the room inside to get a pair of Bereta, Mark Lee's favorite, plus two magazines: "If Brother Hao and the others come back, let them wait for me."

After saying that.

Zhong Wenze's figure disappeared in the office.

"Hey, then be careful."

Uncle Jian shrugged helplessly as he listened to the sound of the car outside.

Twenty minutes later.

Zhong Wenze appeared on the street outside the casino, parked his car on the side of the road outside, and walked in on foot.

Thirty minutes later.

Zhong Wenze appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the casino. He felt relieved when he saw that Wang Boren was fine.

Wang Bo's nostrils were bleeding, and his eyes were dodging and he didn't dare to look at Zhong Wenze: "Aze, I..."

"Um."

Zhong Wenze frowned, and his eyes moved from Wang Bo to Brother Shui, took out the Marlboro cigarette in his pocket and lit it, and spit out a slender line of cigarettes: "Who is the person who is talking about it?"

"I."

Brother Shui took a step forward: "He borrowed 40,000 from me."

The middle-aged man who bet with Wang Bo also took a step forward: "This kid bets with me, but he lost the money but he still left me 10,000."

"It's interesting to be with the lender and the gambling guy."

Zhong Wenze glanced at the two people with eye contact expressionlessly, raised his eyebrows: "In other words, we will take out 50,000 tonight?"

"Wrong."

Brother Shui shook his head: "He owes me 40,000, and should pay 48,000 yuan. If he adds 10,000 yuan, it is 58,000 yuan in total."

"Oh? Twenty percent?"

Zhong Wenze's lips slightly floated up and he sneered: "Boss is playing very well. This is a 20-point turnover, and it's a huge profit."

"What are you talking about!"

Brother Shui moved his neck: "You can leave with the money, otherwise you both will stay."

"Isn't it just a small amount of 60,000 yuan? Are you afraid I can't take it?"

Zhong Wenze curled his lips disdainfully, his tone was full of sarcasm: "I don't take your small loans seriously at all. Sixty thousand yuan is a big deal. I really look down on you!"

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

"Be careful when speaking!"

The follower next to him immediately started clamoring.

Brother Shui narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhong Wenze with his eyes open, pressed his palm and told them not to speak: "What do you mean?"

Zhong Wenze narrowed his eyes and bit the cigarette butts. The green smoke slowly rose along the burning cigarette butts, and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket: "I have ten thousand dollars here, isn't it enough?"

"Can."

A light flashed in Brother Shui's eyes, and he greeted me and signaled me to come up to get the money.

"Why!"

Zhong Wenze took back the money and looked at the middle-aged man who was betting with Wang Bo. The corner of his mouth slightly floated: "This money is not used to pay it back, I want to bet with you."

This money was not from Zhong Wenze, he took it from Uncle Jian. He originally wanted to pay off the debt with the money, but now he has changed his attention.

He was 100% sure to clear Wang Bo's gambling debt.

"this..."

Middle-aged man hesitated suddenly and subconsciously looked at Brother Shui beside him. Ten thousand US dollars, but it was far more than 50,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Hahaha, stingy guy, you're very motivated."

Brother Shui raised his head and laughed, his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze's face: "Are you not afraid? You will also pay all the 10,000 US dollars? Then the money will be gone, and you will have to put two fingers on it."

"Ha ha..."

Zhong Wenze also laughed, raised his eyebrows and looked at Brother Shui: "Oh? Judging from your tone, are you sure I will lose? Or do you think I will lose?"

"Not to say, I'll just be able to take you."

Brother Shui slapped his head: "Okay, I like you, so let's follow what you said." As he said that, he looked at the middle-aged man: "Go with him, if you win this money, we will get 55."

"good."

The middle-aged man looked at a stack of US dollars in Zhong Wenze's hand and licked his lips with excitement.

This money.
Chapter completed!