Chapter 102 Strange Visitor

South Street in Dongling City is a famous gambling area.

All the people who hang out here are desperate gamblers.

There is a saying that has been circulating in South Street from beginning to end: You can have nothing overnight, or you can have everything overnight.

For gamblers, the moment the sieve spins to the ground, or the last hole card in the hand is turned over, it is simply more exciting than bleeding or playing with women.

Here, excitement trumps everything.

You can even take your life.

Because this scene is taking place in the most famous chess and card room on South Street (Hao Zai Lai).

(Hao Zai Lai) is one of the few high-end casinos in the entire South Street.

Although no photos were taken, the police had never looked for hairpins here, and even gamblers who could lose their lives did not dare to act wild here.

Because they all know one thing.

(Hao Zailai) is a casino owned by Sanye.

The third master is a devil, this is a saying that has been circulating in Dongling City.

No one dares to deny this sentence, because as long as those who deny it are basically buried underground, or have been thrown into the river to feed the bastards.

What's more, they don't know that not only is the Third Master a King of Hell who cannot be messed with, but what is even more frightening is that he also has a fierce man in his hand who can wipe your neck off in an instant, a leopard.

No one knows the origin of the leopard, just like they don't know how the third master could suddenly rise on the roads of Tangling City in just a few years. This is a mystery to them.

No one dares to touch the Third Master's place. This is something that everyone in Dongling City knows.

Unless some foolish young man wants to tie his head to his belt, there is no choice but to die.

This scene is happening right now (Hao Zai Lai).

Just listen to (Hao Zai Lai), and a man's heartbreaking screams of pain were heard in the lobby on the first floor.

The scream sounded like a feeling that life would be worse than death.

I saw 5 or 6 burly men surrounding the center of the hall, each holding a baseball bat in their hands, with expressions on their faces like executioners during executions in ancient times...

There were a group of gamblers with frightened faces standing around. No one dared to speak. They all stood nearby, looking at the man who was surrounded by 5 or 6 hunky-backed men with some sympathy.

It's like a person fished out of a pool of blood.

There seemed to be no complete part of that man from head to toe.

His whole body was covered in blood, and his face was stained with blood. He was lying on the ground, screaming loudly, and his whole body was trembling... It was obvious that he had been severely tortured.

"You bastard, you dare to play tricks on (Hao Zailai), you don't want to fucking live anymore!"

Just hearing a roar, the strong man with a tattoo of Guan Gong on his hairy chest raised the baseball bat in his hand and hit the man lying on the ground hard on the arm.

ah.

A heart-rending scream resounded throughout the whole place.

But no one around dared to bite.

The man lying on the ground now had half of his life left.

Both hands have been completely destroyed. Two arms were probably broken several times by the beatings of those people. Now the whole person is lying there, letting out heavy gasps from his mouth.

"Has this bastard told the truth?"

I heard a voice that was a bit sexy and coquettish slowly coming from the stairs on the second floor.

I saw a bloated guy who looked like a nouveau riche slowly walking down the stairs with his heavy beer belly, and asked with a smile on his face, as if the bloody scene in front of him was like performing acrobatics to him

Generally speaking, it looks comfortable and enjoyable.

"Brother Wang...it was found out. This bastard was playing prankster and was caught by the brothers just now."

The macho man who just hit him with a gun turned his head and said to the man named Brother Wang who was walking down.

Everyone around looked at the guy named Wang who came down from the second floor with fearful eyes.

It turns out that this guy is the boss of Hao Zai Lai.

Wang Dachuan.

A few years ago, he just opened a small casino to do business. Unexpectedly, he suddenly gained weight in the past two years and quickly annexed other places. Now South Street is the largest casino headed by his. For this kind of overnight explosion

It's not a miracle in South Street, but it is a miracle for this guy named Wang, because Wang Dachuan was basically a gangster before, but I didn't expect that such a gangster-like character could break out overnight.

, how can people not be jealous...

At this moment, Wang Dachuan had already walked down with a smile.

"Not bad, you dare to play tricks on my territory...hehe, how many lives do you have?"

At this time, Wang Dachuan had already walked up to the beaten guy who had half his life left, and gently stretched out his foot and kicked his bloody body.

The guy lying on the ground made a sound and seemed to be somewhat conscious.

"Wang...Wang...Boss,...spare...me...spare...me...I...don't...dare anymore."

When he said these words, the man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth with a loud sound.

Wang Dachuan smiled and looked at the guy lying on the ground with only half a life left and said: "Since you dare to play tricks, you dare to admit it. Since you admit it, don't blame me for being cruel." When he finished these words in a sinister tone.

At that time, the people next to me felt chilly all over unconsciously.

"Forget it, I will show mercy and I won't take your life."

"Go and remove his two arms and keep him as a warning. If anyone dares to play tricks on me in the future, don't blame me for feeling sorry for you." Wang Dachuan turned his head and looked at the group of gamblers around him with cold eyes.

The disciple said slowly.

No one in the group dared to say a word, even dared not fart, and hid there like wolves with their tail between their legs.

"Spare... spare... I spare... spare...:"

The guy lying on the ground covered in blood was completely unable to move at this moment, and could only helplessly beg in a low voice.

But no one dared to give him a little sympathy, because they all knew that giving him sympathy was equivalent to bringing bad luck to themselves... They were not stupid.

A loud sound.

I saw a muscular man with a strong back and a strong back, pulling out a Mitsubishi dagger from his waist.

His face was cold and expressionless, and he slowly walked towards the guy lying on the ground covered in blood like an executioner.

Cut off his tendons.

Although the man's face was full of deathly gray, he left him there and begged in a low voice, hoping that these guys who eat people without spitting out their bones would show some kindness, but obviously, his screams seemed so futile...

At this critical moment, suddenly (so again) a roar was heard outside.

"Fat Wang!"

A loud roar shocked the whole audience.

Who is Fatty Wang?

Everyone knows better than anyone else that it was Wang Dachuan’s nickname before his debut!

I can't remember how many years no one dared to call him by his nickname like this... I didn't expect that today someone would dare to call him the nickname Fatty Wang so blatantly... Didn't he want to live anymore?

On the other hand, Wang Dachuan was also stunned.

I probably can’t even remember my nickname from many years ago. I didn’t expect that someone in my territory would dare to call it out... Don’t want to live anymore?

But a sense of fear suddenly flashed in my mind.

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

Could it be him?

Has he come out of prison?

No,

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Black prison is hell. No one has ever come out alive. How could he come back? But who dares to call his name so directly? Whose voice is so familiar?
Chapter completed!