150: C150 Thick Killing Intent

C150 Thick Killing Intent

A woman in a queen's costume walked up to the stage and lashed at the ground with the whip in her hand.

Pa, pa.

Sounds rang out, and this also signified the power of the whip.

When the LCD TV was shown, everyone could clearly see the whip through the high definition picture.

There were tiny barbed hooks on it, sharp and sharp. Every time he lashed out, the barb would move forward and back.

"Tsk tsk, this whip will probably hurt."

"This entertainment program is too entertaining, haha."

"Where's the target?" "Where is the target?"

When they saw the barbs on the whips, not only were they not afraid, they were even cheering nonstop.

Soon, a man wearing a black hood was escorted onto the platform.

The woman walked around the man and finally motioned for the thug to bring out a copy of the contract. In the liquid crystal large screen mapping, everyone clearly saw the terms on the contract.

"It seems to be a loan contract, and a usury contract at that."

"It must be because that man borrowed money from the casino, that he caught us here to amuse us."

"Tsk tsk, 500 thousand in gambling debts, isn't this too fierce?"

Discussions continued to break out as everyone looked at the man in the hood with gazes of disdain and ridicule.

It was only right and proper to pay back the gambling debts, even if it was usury.

It didn't matter who the man in the hood was, it didn't matter what grievance the man in the hood had previously suffered.

The contract was closed in black and white. Borrowing money meant borrowing money.

The woman's mouth curved into a smile as her gaze swept across the faces of everyone below her. She was satisfied with the effect, even though it was an entertainment that concerned the reputation of the casino.

However, a loan contract could change everyone's mindset.

It's only right that a debt should be paid, isn't it?

It was all over, putting the casino on a moral pedestal and the man in the hood not getting the money back for the whipping.

"We are all frequent customers of our casino. I believe everyone knows about our casino's style."

Seeing that it was about time, the woman said, "We welcome those who keep their promises, but for those who break it, our attitude is to squeeze out all the value of those who do."

"Well said, we have to repay the money we borrowed. If you don't have the ability, don't borrow money."

"It's a prop used as an entertainment show. This method of repayment is really cheap."

"If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself. Who told you to court death?"

As the woman's voice faded, there were constant shouts of agreement from the audience below. Everyone waved their hands and shouted loudly.

Under the arrangement of the woman, Mask Manzi was directly beaten up, and he kept screaming.

Ah …

"Brother Fann, look..." Brother Fann, what's wrong with you? "0

Gao Zhuang wanted to let Lin Fann see the woman on the stage, but he saw Lin Fann, who had a cold expression.

Standing beside Lin Fann like an icy cave, Gao Zhuang couldn't help but shake his body. "Fan, Brother Fann?"

"This program is very entertaining."

Looking at the man being whipped on the stage, Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile: "I like it, I really like it."

Gulp.

Gao Zhuang subconsciously swallowed his saliva and dryly laughed twice: "Hehe, hehe."

Clenching his fists tightly, the killing intent in Lin Fann's eyes became even stronger. He knew the man on the platform who had been whipped, and he had ridden in the man's car a few days earlier.

I even heard his name this morning.

Zhao Xiangzhong, Uncle Zhao, and Zhao Rourou's father.

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