"Not betting anymore?" Kada's mouth twitched.
"Yes, not only is he not betting, but he's also... also..." The waiter's face was awkward as he added, "He wants to cash out and leave."
Kada nearly fainted from anger.
Taking a deep breath, he snarled, "Refuse the withdrawal; let him go after he's paid back the principal. If he resists, just make him disappear!"
"Yes!"
The waiter exited again.
...
"Not enough cash? Are you kidding? Our chips were exchanged for real money, and now you won't let us cash it back?"
Tang Dongqiang planted his hands on the service counter, glaring at the waiter.
"If we say there's none, there's none!"
"Twenty-four million, do you think we can just pull that out, huh?"
"If you're smart, you'd leave now. There's six hundred thousand in the card, just enough for the two of you as principal."
The waiter, looking impatient, tossed a bank card onto the counter.
"How is this fair!" Tang Dongqiang felt indignant, arguing, "This is our winnings. How can you say no and an it?"
"Yeah, what you're doing is really unfair!"
The gamblers wore grim expressions, starting to chi in.
Though they had all lost heavily, wagering even their underwear, they still believed that one day, with luck or help from so benefactor, they could win big like Tang Dongqiang and turn their fortunes around.
But now they had the ans to turn it around, and the gambling den wouldn't pay up? What a disgrace.
As the saying goes, history repeats itself. This cannot be overlooked. If by chance they did manage to co back, the gambling den refusing to pay would ruin everything.
"How can you be so unscrupulous? If the gamblers lose money, you happily take it; but when they win, you don't pay?"
"Indeed, it's truly disgraceful. If you can't run a gambling den, then don't. Aren't you afraid no one will co to gamble in the future?"
"It's not just unscrupulous. Earlier, the Red Scarf boxer lost to that hooked-nose man, and there was so shady business. You rigged it!"
Soone shouted, instantly stirring up the mood.
The gamblers exchanged glances, each starting to feel a bit pleased.
If they could use the montum to reclaim their lost chips... that would be a thrill!
"Give us back our money! You rigged it, give us our money back!"
"You heartless gambling den, return the money!"
"Give all the money back!!!"
The gamblers surged forward, swarming the service counter, shouting and swearing, spittle flying onto the waiter's face.
The waiter remained unfazed, wiping his face and pressing the red button on the counter.
"Boom!"
In a deafening explosion, a hundred gun-toting thugs, wearing sunglasses and dressed in black, stord into the gambling arena, their weapons pointing straight at the gamblers' heads, driving them into pale-faced terror as they huddled into a corner.
Only Ye Huan remained calm.
Tang Yao couldn't help but feel a bit panicked, instinctively grabbing Ye Huan's hand, her palm covered in fragrant sweat.
As Ye Huan squeezed her hand, a sense of security washed over her, the panic fading away, replaced by a hint of shyness.
"What's up with you all, can't afford to lose, huh!?"
"You're the ones who wanted to gamble, but when you lose, you bla our den and cause trouble here? You think you can ss with our den?"
"Go ahead, cause another scene, let's see!"
"Click."
The leader of the gun-wielding thugs, Shike Lang, chambered a bullet, aiming the gun at the cornered gamblers, his face nacing, arrogance reaching a peak.
The gamblers shivered, both frightened and furious.
Because this thug leader was the Red Scarf boxer!
This guy looked full of life, nothing like he was injured before!
It was definitely rigged!
"How can your den rig things like this?"
One gambler who had lost everything dared to voice out his anger.
"You son of a bitch!"
Shike Lang spat in disgust, backhanding the gambler to the ground, then pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
The bullet discharged, directly blowing the brave gambler's head off.
The gamblers scread in horror, trembling.
These guns were real, and they really dared to fire them!
"I'm telling you, this is rigged! Not happy?" Shike Lang glanced over the gamblers, strutting arrogantly.
No joke, with over a hundred guns pointing, how could they dare to be unhappy? Even if they were, they'd have to swallow it down.
Anyone who dared to voice their frustration had already been shot!
"You unhappy, huh?" Shike Lang raised his handgun, pressing it against a gambler's forehead.
The gambler wet himself, cried out, "I'm ecstatic!"
"Damn, getting off on being held at gunpoint, what a masochist." Shike Lang sneered, leaving the gambler only able to sob and force a grin, afraid of getting shot.
Fortunately, the next second, Shike Lang moved the gun away.
"How about you? Happy?"
"And you, happy?"
"Happy?"
"Happy?"
"..."
After asking over ten people, all answered "happy," leaving Shike Lang with a mocking smirk.
A bunch of cowards!
Spitting again, he stepped on the body of the shot gambler, staring down the others, scoffing, "I'll give you a chance to live. Hand over all the money you have, then you can leave!"
The gamblers were furious; this wasn't rigging, this was outright robbery!
But there was no winning this, facing over a hundred guns, they'd have to pay whether they wanted to or not!
"Don't waste ti."
"Hurry up, give my twenty-four million, I gotta get ho and cook for my wife."
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