The man in the trench coat, who called himself "Black Face," looked at the Japanese woman with great interest:
"Beautiful lady, that's a good question."
"Everyone, let's begin."
He picked up the megaphone and gave the order to begin the ransom game.
In addition to the surrounding security personnel, more than 30 masked bandits began collecting ransom from the crowd on both sides.
Casino chips are invalid; only cash, Swiss bank drafts, and bank transfers are accepted.
"Brothers, I've gambled away all my money. I really can't come up with 10 million!"
A gaunt young man knelt on the ground, pleading incessantly.
"What did you say? No money? Then don't waste your time."
Two masked thugs grabbed the gaunt man and dragged him to a corner of the casino like a dead dog.
"Da da da..."
A brief burst of gunfire rang out, abruptly silencing the gaunt man's wailing.
Several spurts of blood gushed from his head and body, and he collapsed to the ground, dead...
"Brothers, we're just ordinary workers, where would we get 10 million? Please, have mercy on us, sob sob..."
On the other side, two young and beautiful women were kneeling on the ground, pleading with the robbers in front of them.
They were dressed fairly well, but I guess they were the kind of women with ulterior motives, trying to hook up with rich men on gambling ships.
Asking each of them to contribute 10 million? It's better to just kill them.
But if they encounter this group of ruthless robbers, their fate will likely be worse than if they were killed.
"Beautiful lady, no money to pay the ransom? Do you know what will happen? Hehe..."
The four thugs beside them completely ignored the two women's cries and pleas.
They exchanged a glance, and in perfect unison, the two of them grabbed one of them and dragged her onto the small stage.
What happened next completely shattered all the hostages' hopes of survival.
They watched helplessly as the two delicate women were forced onto the stage and had their clothes torn apart in front of everyone.
Their desperate cries echoed through the casino lobby.
Despite their desperate struggles, they could not escape the repeated ravaging of these beastly men...
"Did you all see that? We are professional robbers. We keep our word. Pay up and we'll release them."
"Of course, if you really don't have any money, I'm sorry, the man will have to take the bullet."
"The women naturally have to serve us 20 brothers well; not one less is acceptable, hehehe..."
After saying this, the dark-faced man chuckled sinisterly a few times.
He put down the megaphone, jumped off the stage, and strode arrogantly to Tomoko Yamada.
The dark-faced man pinched the Japanese woman's pointed chin with his large hand and let out a duck-like laugh:
"Miss, could you repeat what you just said?"
"You...you let me go first."
Yamada Tomoko frowned her beautiful eyebrows, but surprisingly, she didn't show much panic in the face of the somewhat perverted dark-faced man.
"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to be chivalrous."
The man with the dark face released his grip on the woman's chin and shrugged.
"I... I mean, if you can't come up with 100 million, do you really have to use your body to pay for it?"
Tomoko Yamada stared wide-eyed, her eyes as bright as stars, and asked, word by word.
Blackface was taken aback, then pointed with his left hand at the stage where the humanitarian tragedy was unfolding:
"Hey beautiful, didn't you see me or didn't you hear me? Why do you have to repeat such a simple question?"
"But... but I'm different."
Yamada Tomoko blushed and stammered.
"What's different about you? Do you have an extra piece of flesh on your body? Or what?"
The dark-faced man looked her up and down with ill intent.
Her neat, plain-colored kimono exuded a captivating camellia fragrance.
But even her pure and beautiful appearance couldn't hide her devilish figure.
Woman, you're practically tempting me to commit a crime.
Dark-faced man swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming with a thieving light.
"Since you've put it that way, wouldn't it be disrespectful of me not to check it out for you?"
"Beautiful lady, let's go inside and discuss this. Let's see what's different about you, hahaha..."
Faced with Yamada Tomoko's alluring beauty, Blackface no longer held back, grabbed her with both arms, and hoisted her onto his shoulders.
He ignored the woman's desperate struggles and screams, and strode towards a VIP room next door.
Yamada Tomoko's two female attendants tried to rush over to rescue her, but were slammed to the ground by the butts of two AK rifles.
Two dark gun barrels were pointed at them.
"Damn it, do you guys even know who our young lady is?"
"If even a single hair on our young lady's head is stolen, you will all die!"
Ignoring their pain, the two female attendants began to hurl insults.
But these stubborn thugs don't care what impressive status you have.
Once it falls into the hands of their "black-faced organization," it becomes a meat ginseng or a lamb to the slaughter.
Zhao Haosheng and Jiang Zhongfa, who were squatting in the crowd, looked increasingly grim.
They had considered revealing their identities, hoping that these brutal robbers might show leniency out of consideration for their shared background in the underworld.
But judging from the current situation, they may be overthinking it.
These smug thugs only care about money and seem to disregard everyone else's feelings.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhao, you are both senior figures in the underworld. Have you heard of this group of people?"
Lin Dong remained a detached observer throughout.
Since these people haven't gotten to him yet, he's too lazy to do anything about it.
"Brother Lin, this is the first time I've heard of Black Face."
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