"Isn't Miss Jiu in Hong Kong? Why did you suddenly come to Liudu?"

Hu Jun's face changed slightly.

Miss Jiu's name is He Lihua, and she is the nine-thousand gold of Hong Kong gambling king He Yuxiao, and has a noble status.

Now that he is only twenty-four years old, he has started to manage the family industry, mainly responsible for supervising the business conditions of major gambling halls under He Yuxiao and whether there are any violations of regulations and discipline.

"It seems that she was sent to the Hong Kong Island to inspect the incident." The man in the suit said: "So, all the news about her itinerary was blocked very well. Just when Miss Nine arrived at the gambling hall, we confirmed that she was here in person."

"You immediately ask the finance department to come over and bring the business statements! Especially the procurement statements and cash flow statements!"

Hu Jun ordered with a calm face.

When He Lihua comes this time, she must also investigate the business conditions of the Venetian Gambling Hall.

The Venetian Gambling Hall makes hundreds of millions of profits every day, and Hu Falcon will naturally make money from it.

If He Lihua finds it, it will be troublesome.

"Yes, Superintendent Hu!"

The man in the suit turned around and was about to leave when a cold voice came:

"No need to let people go, I have brought the people from the finance department here."

The sound of crisp footsteps came.

A woman in a black windbreaker walked slowly with her hands on her back.

She is very tall, about 1.72 meters tall, with long legs, very thin waist, short hair, deep facial features, straight nose bridge, clear edges and three-dimensional sense, like a mixed-race child, but her pupils and hair are black.

Her body was filled with majesty, and her eyes were cold and she glanced at everything in front of her.

Behind her, following the head of the finance office of the Venice Gambling Hall, followed behind her with fear on her face and trembling.

"Nine...Miss Nine!"

Seeing the visitor, Hu Qiong's face became respectful and lowered his head and spoke. Under the dim light of the prison, his shadow trembled slightly.

"Miss Nine!"

Men with tattooed and men with suits bow their heads respectfully.

"Um."

He Lihua nodded slightly: "Hu Jun, I brought the finance department staff. I have read the procurement statement and cash flow statement. What do you want to say?"

“I…”

Hu Qiong's face suddenly turned pale, and he knelt down with a "thump" sound, begging for mercy in a trembling voice:

"Miss Nine, I was wrong!"

"I admit that when purchasing equipment, I went back after purchasing high prices. At the same time, the cash flow statement made false accounts, and there was a gap of 100 million!"

"Miss Jiu, please let me go!!"

Hu Jun directly admitted his mistakes without hiding them at all.

He knew that hiding in front of He Lihua would only make her even more angry.

"You have made a big mistake in embezzling money. But over the years, the operation of the Liudu Venetian Gambling Hall has been booming, and you have made contributions. Our He family is not a family that kills heroes."

He Lihua's voice is domineering and has no feelings, so there is no doubt: "In this way, you will cut off your little finger to show punishment!"

She glanced at the tattooed man.

"Yes, Miss Nine!"

The tattooed man immediately understood, picked up the machete on the ground, and executed He Lihua's order:

"Mr. Hu, please stretch out your hand."

Hu Jun glanced at He Lihua in fear, and finally obediently put his left hand on the wall and separated his five fingers.

Click!

The machete slashed on the Hufar's thumb.

Bang!

Half of the little finger that was cut off fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of the broken limbs.

hiss!
Chapter completed!