Nie Zhao picked up his son and left, and Secretary An hurriedly said, "Sunglasses, sunglasses."
Although it was already midnight, this was a regular guest room, and because of the excitement downstairs, even people who didn't gamble were getting off the elevator to join in the fun.
Secretary An pressed the elevator button, and as the elevator stopped, she reached out to ask the boss.
But when the elevator doors opened, it was the first time Nie Zhao had ever seen so many people crammed into an elevator.
He thought for a moment, then squeezed in with his son in his arms, naturally standing at the very front.
Inside the elevator, everyone was talking about it: "I heard it was the Wen family casino that cheated?"
Rumors are always outrageous. Someone said, "It seems that the young master of the Nie family came to gamble, and they cheated and got arrested."
In the dead of night, Nie Zhao was dressed in a suit, as was his son. They weren't accompanied by any bodyguards, and he had his head down. The gamblers' attention wasn't on him, so they had no idea that they were gossiping about the person in question.
Someone who knew the situation better said, "Is the person who came to visit Mrs. Nie? She shook her hand with a red dot during the day."
But someone immediately said, "I know the inside story. She brought her nephew along, he's a gay young master."
Nie Jiajun was startled and turned to look at his uncle. He saw Nie Zhao staring straight ahead, but A Yuan was staring at him with wide eyes.
The person who claimed to know the inside story said, "Nie Tai is good at gambling, but he doesn't like to. The one who likes to gamble is that gay young master. He must have gone to gamble and got cheated. Since Nie Tai is on good terms with the Kowloon boss, he flipped the table."
These people spread outrageous rumors, but their opinions are all quite reasonable.
An elderly man who looked like a gambler said, "When people have money, they inevitably get arrogant. Boss Wen is getting a little arrogant."
Nie Jiajun is truly wronged, even more so than Dou E, but oh well, he'll keep quiet and take the blame.
And as soon as everyone gets off the elevator, they have to endure another visual shock.
Hong Kong paparazzi are always quick to act, and they've already set up cameras to report from the scene. Of course, the TV stations in Hong Kong have also started broadcasting live. What's even more outrageous is that if you stand on tiptoe amidst the surging crowd and look into the casino lobby, you can see gangsters holding hands, and they've only circled out a small area where Kowloon's big bosses are conducting interviews.
But from the casino to the hotel, to the shopping mall, to the restaurant, all the entrances and exits were packed with people, hordes of people.
Some people are saying, "Is the casino cheating, or are there security cameras? How can ordinary people play?"
Others are saying, "They bully even Hong Kong bigwigs, what about ordinary people?"
Some even shouted, "This isn't gambling, it's robbery, it's blatant robbery!"
Nie Zhao was tall, and from a distance, he could see that Master Dong was talking animatedly.
Oh, and there's also Hu Xiaotian, the so-called big boss, who was dragged onto a table by the gangsters.
He was kneeling, but kneeling on the table.
If things can be turned around today, there is only one possibility: he must take everything upon himself and cut off both of his own legs.
Whether he can do it or not depends on how well the second wife of the Wen family understands him.
Of course, this is the world of martial arts, bloody and cruel, and retribution follows like a shadow. After all, those who betray others will always be betrayed. When Hu Xiaotian betrayed his master and handed over all the secret manuals on the gambling table to the second wife of the Wen family, he should have known that he would end up like this. He was just a traitor, and the second wife of the Wen family would probably be happy to sacrifice him.
After going downstairs, Nie Jiajun was no longer in a hurry and kept pushing forward to see what was going on.
Could someone really chop off their own leg? Nie Jiajun really wanted to see.
To be honest, Secretary An also wanted to watch, since such excitement was quite rare, and he wanted to watch a little longer.
But A-Yuan was only focused on one thing: his child kept asking, "Dad, where's Mom?"
Pointing to the casino, he asked, "Where is Mommy? Where is Mommy?"
Chen Rou's style has always been that once she has resolved a matter, she will quietly leave.
Of course, now that she has turned the situation around and the two big shots are on the winning side, it's time for her to leave.
She always preferred to act alone, probably because she was afraid Nie Zhao would cause trouble. So she left all her bodyguards, including Song Yuanchao, at the casino entrance. Right now, Hank, Ram, Song Yuanchao, and Ahui's group are holding hands, struggling to persuade people to make way and let Nie Zhao through.
But tonight's massive, bustling atmosphere was something even Nie Zhao's bodyguards couldn't handle.
People always try to get through them and rush into the casino.
And people kept pouring in from outside. Some were shouting loudly about how to cheat at slot machines, while others were yelling themselves hoarse about the sure-win tricks for Texas Hold'em. Their common goal was to see the leg-chopping ceremony.
But A-Yuan didn't like it here. He carried a Coke and a beer, and all he wanted to see was his mother.
Seeing that the group of bodyguards were taking their time to arrive, he shouted, "Jio, Dad, hurry up and come!"
With his two short legs hopping around, he said, "Ji ya, jiji ya."
Chen Rou probably only brought one person with her. Wang Baodao and Nie Jiayu might be there, but they might also be just watching the show.
Anyway, she had already arrived at the dock, and Huo Qi and Mao Zi were waiting for them on the yacht.
Nie Zhao never found gambling halls fun, because they were full of saliva, snot, bodily fluids, and hair, and the gamblers were the kind of guys who wouldn't wash themselves if they were on a winning streak, just to hold onto their good luck.
They're filling the entire hotel now; he can't even get to the front door. Is he supposed to squeeze through?
It seemed Nie Jiajun wasn't leaving. Secretary An had long since been pushed around and disappeared. Nie Zhao gritted his teeth and joined the crowd. A Yuan, holding a beer, cheered him on: "Come on, Dad! Try your best, try your best, Ji~ya~"
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