He wanted to stand up, but he was too drunk and before he could stand up straight, his tall body fell back onto the sofa.
Director Meng put on a smile and said, "Mr. Tang, just sit down and have a good rest! There's nothing going on outside. These old bones are waiting for you to sober up and come downstairs to play mahjong! Mr. Tang, do you know how to play mahjong?"
Tang Shaoting sat down on the sofa, took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, and nodded.
"When Brother Tang was alive, his favorite game was mahjong, and he was a very good player!" Director Meng said with a smile, taking the cigarette box from his hand and winking at the servants, who immediately placed a set of utensils on the coffee table.
It's not a hangover tea.
It is a set of equipment for smoking drugs.
"Mr. Tang, why not try it? This is much more refreshing than inhaling ice!" Director Meng held a small bag of white powder in his hand, looked at him and said temptingly.
Tang Shaoting turned his head and looked at Director Meng who was sitting beside him. "Director Meng, I never touch these! Take them away!"
He said in a tough tone, his handsome face as cold as frost!
Director Meng narrowed his eyes, a cunning smile still on his lips. He was not discouraged by Tang Shaoting's cold face. He stroked his black mustache and said, "Mr. Tang, don't be so aloof. Who in the group doesn't dabble in this?"
Tang Shaoting turned his head, a sneer appearing on his originally cold and handsome face, "Boss Meng, you are trying so hard to harm me!"
It's not a question, it's a statement.
Director Meng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled even more broadly, "Mr. Tang, you're worrying too much. How can I harm you?!"
Although he said this, the aura he displayed showed no fear at all!
His men had already lit the alcohol lamp and were burning the tin foil. Director Meng poured white powder onto the tin foil little by little, but before the smoke could dissipate, he was pushed away by Tang Shaoting with a "bang"!
He stood up, but his body was shaking and he looked like he was about to fall down at any time.
Director Meng's expression also became fierce. He looked at the servants. The servants who originally looked honest and dutiful suddenly turned into fierce-looking masters and surrounded Tang Shaoting.
"What is Mr. Meng doing?!" Tang Shaoting looked at him and asked coldly.
"Mr. Tang, it's really difficult to use the tactic of luring someone into a trap on you. Do you think I can let you go easily?" Director Meng sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a sinister and complacent smile on his face.
"Someone come here!" Tang Shaoting shouted.
Didn’t come in!
Director Meng clapped his hands excitedly and signaled with his eyes. Four masters dressed as servants attacked Tang Shaoting. Tang Shaoting unbuttoned his military uniform, raised his fists, and prepared for defense. However, he looked unstable.
Drink too much sake!
Four people were fighting against him alone. While they were fighting, Director Meng lit a cigar for himself, crossed his legs, and stretched one arm on the back of the sofa, watching Tang Shaoting suffer more and more.
"Tang Shaoting, admit your defeat. Tonight is the day you die! Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your father. Blame yourself for being too arrogant!" Director Meng said again.
Tang Shaoting was beaten and fell against the wall. He shouted loudly a few times, but still no one came. At this time, a big hand holding a syringe came towards him. He was about to resist, but his arms were clamped by the thugs!
"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me back! Since you won't take the hot inhalation, I'll inject you with a large dose and let you die quickly!" Director Meng stood up and said coldly. He watched with smug satisfaction as his men injected a large dose of highly concentrated drugs into Tang Shaoting's arm...
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