He lost completely, utterly and utterly. He had pushed all his chips out in hopes of winning back the game. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, staring at the cards in disbelief.
"How could this be? This is impossible."
"A loss is a loss, what are you arguing about?" someone muttered impatiently from the side.
Fang Ze lost too much money; he simply couldn't come up with any more.
Lu Wenlun and Shen Huai'an stood on the second floor looking down. "President Shen, this is a fat fish."
The Fang family's power and wealth should not be underestimated. Lu Wenlun really wanted Fang Ze to return the money he lost, and then squeeze another sum out of the Fang family.
Shen Huai'an looked down and saw Fang Ze being taken away by two or three staff members.
"Look at his cowardly appearance, I really can't believe he would be so blind as to provoke you."
Shen Huai'an really didn't want to let Fang Ze go; the thought of Xingxing made him grit his teeth in hatred.
Even if Fang Jiwei lost Fang Ze, he still had other sons. It would be good for the Fang family to change its heir. Shen Huai'an felt that he was doing all this for the sake of Fang Jiwei and the Fang family.
If such a spendthrift son is made the heir, he will probably squander the Fang family's fortune. Fang Jiwei should be even more grateful to me for doing this. He saved the Fang family and is the Fang family's great benefactor.
Fang Ze lost too much money, and he couldn't come up with any more, so his money was confiscated.
“I have money, I have money to give you. My father is Fang Jiwei, I am the young master of the Fang family. Let me tell you, my family is very rich, a little money is nothing.”
Fang Ze was pushed forward, and two staff members kept a close eye on him, not giving him any chance to escape.
"Let me go! My dad is Fang Jiwei. He won't let you get away with this."
He was forcibly held down by the shoulders and pushed forward by the staff.
Lu Wenlun put his hands in his pockets, then scratched his head. He looked at the fair-skinned Fang Ze in front of him and grinned.
"You're such a grown-up, it's not right to bring up your father when something happens."
"This is my territory. Who your father is is not important. What's important is that you don't have any money for me. You have to follow the rules here. Nobody cares who your father is."
Fang Ze pushed away the person next to him and said shamelessly, "Let me tell you, my family is very rich in Jiangcheng. Everyone has to give my Fang family some face. Don't touch me, I'm going to call my dad right now and have them send money."
Lu Wenlun smiled. "No need for money, someone will pay it for you."
Fang Ze was completely stunned. "Who? Who paid it for me?"
"You don't need to pay, but you'll have to suffer a bit." Lu Wenlun waved to the group of staff, and immediately three or five people surrounded Fang Ze.
These staff members were good at doing this; one of them took an iron bar and lashed it hard across Fang Ze's back.
Fang Ze was in excruciating pain in his back. Before he could turn around, he was kicked hard in the face, sending him flying. He crashed into a group of chairs behind him, scattering the chairs and mahjong tiles on the table all over the floor.
Lu Wenlun whispered to his henchmen, "Don't hit his head. He has a head injury, and you could kill him if you're not careful."
Fang Ze's vision blurred; the kick he had just received made him want to lie on the ground and vomit. He felt as if his internal organs were about to shift.
Suddenly someone put a sack over his head from behind. Lu Wenlun looked behind him and saw Shen Huai'an walking over with a smile.
"I'm leaving this to you; I'm not going to worry about it anymore." Lu Wenlun knew Shen Er's vindictive nature, and he could only silently pray for the boy's future in Shen Er's hands.
Shen Huai'an walked over step by step with his cane. Fang Ze and several others surrounded him, punching and kicking him. One of his hands was held tightly by the staff and pressed to the floor.
"Let me go, let me go! My family is rich, I can give you money."
His limbs were held down by a group of people. These guys were very good at dealing with people like Fang Ze. Fang Ze couldn't escape now.
Because he is Fang Jiwei's son, Shen Huai'an gave him a lot of face and went to such lengths to come here to solve his problem.
Shen Huai'an had spent a lot of money on this. He walked over with his cane and suddenly stomped hard on Fang Ze's right hand. His pointed leather shoes gleamed under the light.
Hearing Fang Ze's heart-wrenching screams, Shen Huai'an simply smiled calmly, repeatedly grinding the hand with his toes, feeling the finger bones gradually break. Shen Huai'an pushed up his glasses, his smile becoming even more charming.
"My hand, my hand, please let me go! I'll pay you all the money back, I can give you double the money!" Fang Ze cried and shouted.
Shen Huai'an smiled and kicked away that rotten hand. Hearing Fang Ze's voice made him feel nauseous, and seeing his face reminded him of everything that happened at the Chen family.
Such disgusting people, just thinking about them pollutes my brain.
That piece of trash doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve it. Who does he think he is?
If he had just stayed in a vegetative state and never woke up, that would have been fine; out of sight, out of mind. But then he suddenly reappeared.
He's too much of an eyesore. His presence will affect Xingxing's mental health. He's Xingxing's shadow, so Shen Huai'an must get rid of him. This is also for Xingxing's good.
That guy deserved it, he absolutely deserved to die.
Shen Huai'an suddenly raised his cane and struck Fang Ze, who was struggling inside the sack, hard.
The cane was inconvenient to use and didn't provide much strength, so Shen Huai'an tossed it aside. He stood up straight, looking nothing like the limping figure he had when he first came in. He waved to a staff member next to him, who quickly handed him an iron rod.
Shen Huai'an weighed the matter for a moment, then revealed a cruel smile. He raised the stick high and struck Fang Ze, who was wailing incessantly, hard.
The blow was so severe that Fang Ze couldn't even scream anymore; something must have broken, preventing him from shouting loudly.
The staff who were holding Fang Ze's limbs backed away. Shen Huai'an elegantly took off his trench coat and suit jacket and handed them to the people behind him. He slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and rolled up the cuffs little by little.
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