Everyone looked at Zhuang Li with nervous expressions, and some of them shook their heads and blinked at him, signaling him not to go against Wen Ren Ming.
But Wen Renming was not angry. Instead, he asked patiently in a gentle tone, "What are your rules?"
Zhuang Li pulled the gun out of his hand, looked at the gamblers around him, and chuckled, "Please put down your phones for the moment and stop recording."
So everyone holding their phones stopped recording. Their idol had spoken, so of course they had to listen.
7480 scanned the entire room and said, "No one is taking secret photos anymore."
Zhuang Li took a few steps forward and walked to Wen Renming's side. He used his tall body to block the cameras on the ceiling, raised his arm, and shot through the palm of Sun Xiaojia's right hand unexpectedly.
The loud bang of a gunshot scared everyone!
Only Wen Renming quickly raised his head and checked the direction of the surveillance camera. After confirming that the little devil was hiding in a blind spot and was not captured, he felt slightly relieved.
Sun Xiaojia let out a shrill scream.
Zhuang Li pulled a tissue from his trouser pocket and slowly wiped the fingerprints off the revolver. Then he squatted down and put the gun handle into Sun Xiaojia's left hand. He sighed and said, "Girls shouldn't play with guns. It's too dangerous. Look, it went off accidentally, didn't it?"
After saying that, he rubbed Sun Xiaojia's head lovingly.
Sun Xiaojia was in so much pain that her eyes were blurry and her head was dizzy. She could only let him put the gun into her hand. She was clearly being treated so cruelly, but she had no way to defend herself.
The gamblers around them finally realized what was happening and shouted, "Yes, yes, it was Sun Xiaojia who accidentally discharged the gun! We can all testify to this!"
This was the devil's most terrifying ability: manipulating people's hearts and calling black white. Now, no matter what Zhuang Xiang wanted to do, everyone present would cooperate unconditionally.
Wenren Ming looked at the little devil's back and sighed inaudibly.
Several elders couldn't help but show admiration. This little crazy guy is too hot!
Fang Yu was so frightened that his soul had flown away. Fuck! Fuck! Zhuang Li actually dared to shoot! Fuck!
He grabbed his hair and felt like he was going crazy.
But it wasn't over yet. Zhuang Li stood up and hooked his index finger: "Give me the chips I just won."
Several bodyguards immediately handed him several boxes of chips he had won.
Sun Xiaojia wailed and looked at him in confusion.
He then lifted a box of chips and dumped them all over Sun Xiaojia's head. With a crisp clatter, red, blue, and green chips fell to the ground, creating a torrent of money.
Following these currents, Zhuang Li sarcastically said, "Pick up all these chips, stack them neatly, and I can ask for a favor for you."
Sun Xiaojiamu looked at him blankly, then looked at her godfather.
Wenren Ming took out a cigarette and slowly lit it, without denying the little devil's words.
It seemed that if Zhuang Li, the victim, was willing to plead for mercy, he could be forgiven. He must have been worried about not having such an excuse. He had always forgiven himself before, and this time was no exception.
Thinking of this, Sun Xiaojia nodded quickly: "I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up right away!"
She rushed over to the chips and stretched out her good left hand.
Zhuang Li chuckled and said, "Use your right hand."
Sun Xiaojia was stunned.
The gamblers around them began to let out mocking chuckles. Did this woman really think Mr. Zhuang was so easy to deal with?
Under the premise of her life being threatened, Sun Xiaojia had no choice but to stretch out her right hand, which had a bloody hole in it, to pick up the chips. It was only then that she understood why Zhuang Li made such a request.
Every finger on her right hand twitched in pain, unable to grasp any of the chips. Every movement to pick them up was torture for her.
However, the physical pain is not the most unbearable.
What was even more unbearable was that Zhuang Li dumped all the other boxes of chips on her head.
Amidst the clattering sound, money blanketed her body, countless coins, and her dignity was completely destroyed by the falling money. The small chips should have been light, but when they landed on her back, they broke her spine.
At this moment, she couldn't help but think of what her godfather once said - for a few dollars, you can lie on the ground like a dog.
At that time, this sentence was just a metaphor. But now, it has become a reality.
She was really like a dog, lying on a pile of money, crying, wagging her tail, begging others to spare her life.
Zhuang Litai knows how to destroy a person from the mental to the physical. He is a natural born devil!
Sun Xiaojia couldn't even pick up a single chip. She cried out of pain, shame, and even more so, a sense of hopeless despair. She sat on the ground with her legs spread apart, tears and snot soaking her delicate makeup, revealing her ugliness.
The person in charge of the entertainment city stood in the crowd, looking at her with mocking yet happy eyes.
Her subordinates stood aside indifferently.
Her godfather was slowly smoking a cigarette, his dark green eyes fixed on Zhuang Li. He was so focused, so serious, even a little obsessed.
Zhuang Li was still pouring chips on her head, and his loud laughter was as sweet as the gurgling stream.
To Sun Xiaojia, this laughter was no less than the chanting of a demon from the abyss.
"Don't you love money very much? Pick it up. As long as you pick it up, the money is yours." Zhuang Li threw the last empty box aside and said condescendingly.
He was smiling, and his extremely handsome face exuded a magical attraction.
Under his instigation, the gamblers around him raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up..."
Even if Sun Xiaojia didn't want to be a dog, these people would force her to become one today. This wasn't the power of money, but Zhuang Li's irresistible personality charm.
Sun Xiaojia was shaking all over, in pain, humiliation, and powerlessness. She had no choice but to stretch out her bloody hands and grab the chips on the ground.
She cried loudly and miserably.
However, no one sympathized with her. All the gamblers were waving their fists and shouting, "Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up..."
Their faces were filled with excitement and agitation, as if they were treating this tragedy as a once-in-a-century spectacle. They had to watch it to the end. The more pain Sun Xiaojia suffered, the happier they were.
This is the gambler's mentality.
No one except that madman Zhuang Li can control such a group of naturally sick people.
Zhuang Li stood aside and watched quietly for a while, then left with a sneer.
There were chips all over the floor, but he didn't even bother to look at them.
Wen Renming pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and even though he hadn't eaten anything, he felt a spicy taste in his mouth.
He followed immediately.
Several elders brought chairs and sat aside, drinking and chatting, while admiring Sun Xiaojia's embarrassed posture of picking up chips from the ground.
Doesn't she love to steal money? This much money is enough for her to steal, right?
This scene was more exciting than any international superstar's performance. All the gamblers gathered here, watching with great interest.
Wen Renming followed the little devil into the elevator and said in a deep voice, "Our casino will give you additional compensation."
Zhuang Li lowered his eyes and played with the ruby ring on his ring finger, not even looking at him.
Wen Renming stared intently at his extremely beautiful profile and continued, "Years ago, I promised to give Sun Xiaojia 5% of the shares of this casino as a gift to her father. Now, I am transferring these shares to you."
Zhuang Li finally raised his head and looked directly at him, his narrow eyes curved into two crescents. He chuckled and said, "Godfather, you are so generous."
This is blatant irony.
The little devil is still throwing a tantrum.
Wen Renming asked in a hoarse voice, "What exactly do you want to be satisfied?"
They all call him godfather, so why does his heart itch when the little devil calls him that?
Zhuang Li raised his thin, crimson lips and said, "Godfather, whatever you do is right. I'm not dissatisfied."
Wen Renming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils had turned dark black. He bent down, picked up the little devil, carried him on his shoulders, and strode out of the elevator.
He doesn't know how to coax people, so he just doesn't do it.
After kicking open the door of the presidential suite, he threw the little devil on the bed and kissed him fiercely.
The little devil reacted even more ferociously than him. He immediately grabbed his hair and gnawed at his lips with his teeth.
Wen Renming gasped in pain, but a light of extreme joy slowly flowed from his eyes.
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An hour and a half later, Wenren Ming carried the little devil into the bathroom to wash him.
He held the man's snow-white feet in his hands and rubbed them for a while, then asked casually, "Why do you always hit the right slot on the roulette wheel?"
"Because the watch I wear is a microcomputer. It can scan the movement of the ball, calculate the final landing point, and then move the pointer to tell me the value of the ball slot." Zhuang Li said slowly, lying in the bathtub.
Wenren Ming nodded and asked no more questions.
After washing the sleepy little devil and tucking him into bed, he whispered, "I'll go deal with Sun Xiaojia, you get some rest."
His rough fingertips reluctantly stroked the man's neck, which was covered with love marks.
Zhuang Li buried his head in the quilt and hummed muffledly, like a sleepy wild cat who was impatient to be disturbed.
Wen Renming's eyes shone with a soft emerald glow, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He quietly left the room and went downstairs to clean up the mess.
After the sound of his footsteps completely faded, 7480 whispered, "Master, why did you lie to him? Your watch is not a microcomputer at all."
"He lied to me, so why can't I lie to him? I haven't taken revenge on him for getting the new rules out of me last time." Zhuang Li turned over.
"You really love to hold grudges." 7480 shook his head helplessly, then crawled into his bed and went to sleep.
It's not just flattery, it's spreading rumors about others, the gods will definitely be played a bad game by their masters!
When Wenren Ming arrived on the first floor, Sun Xiaojia was still crying and picking up chips.
She deserved what she got. Demons are masters of taking a person's deepest desires and turning them into catastrophic disasters.
Her fate was determined when she first provoked Zhuang Li.
When Sun Xiaojia saw her godfather coming back, her tear-red eyes immediately lit up.
But the next moment, the light went out.
All I heard was Ren Ming saying in a cold tone: "Get a boat and throw her onto the high seas."
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