177 Geng Qiuxings fate (2/2)
Upon hearing that, Ge Zhongtian lifted his head up and looked into his eyes. Chu Yunxiong's words may be signaling his intention to support Xiao Luo, may it not? How could it be possible to quell Long Sankui's anger!
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It was nightfall, and the outskirts of Jiangcheng was in dead silence.
Three black cars drove by and came to a halt in an open area free of vegetation. Their headlights exposed a light mist hanging over the ground and cast long shadows as they hit the nearby brush.
”Lord Long, I dare not anymore, never ever again, please spare my lowly life!”
A middle-aged man, tied up with thick ropes and was roughly bundled out of the first car by a few big men. His greasy hair was disheveled, and his face bruised from beatings. It was Geng Qiuxing, Yellow Skies Casino's manager who had absconded. He was no longer in high spirits but now resembled a drowning dog all beaten up and in a sorry plight.
He was kowtowing repeatedly to the black limousine, positioned between the other two vehicles. He kept banging his forehead to the ground in deep reverence, even in penance, and each kowtow accompanied by a dull thud as it struck the hard ground. His forehead was soiled with dirt and dead grass, and the skin on his forehead was scarred with abrasions, bleeding profusely.
Standing beside him, two large, hard-looking men who were digging a hole with shovels. They had no expression on their faces.
”Geng Qiuxing, Lord Long treated you fairly well and allowed you to manage the Yellow Skies Casino. Instead, you ran away with ten million of his money in the end. Hah, you've great courage!” A blond-haired individual spoke to Geng Qiuxing, as he stepped out the car. He was appeared to be around thirty years old and was dressed in a white jacket and trousers. He looked cruel, with brows that seemed perpetually raised, and creases on his forehead that added to his vicious countenance.
”Da Yuan, based on our past friendships, please help me with Lord Long, please help me with Lord Long!” Geng Qiuxing begged, his hands clasping onto his thigh.
Da Yuan laughed then put on a cold, dark expression. ”F*ck off!”
He kicked Geng Qiuxing squarely in the face. A tooth flew out of his mouth as his head spun around from the force of the kick. Blood burst from his bruised mouth and poured profusely down his chin. As he lay prone, the dark, viscous fluid dripped steadily to the ground.
Geng Qiuxing fell to the feet of another man with a hook nose, wearing a black suit and his hair in a buzz cut.
”Hei...Lang...”
Geng Qiuxing looked at him pleadingly and called out his name in a hoarse, croaking voice.
Hei Lang glanced at him nonchalantly and hummed lightly, then kicked him to the next man, just like Da Yuan did before.
The third man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a hair parted in the middle. His spectacles did not hide the cold and venomous look of his viper eyes, he was a frightening sight.
He grabbed Geng Qiuxing's hair tightly and lifted his head up. ”I, Leng Bao, hate those who betray Lord Long the most.”
He delivered a powerful kick that sent Geng Qiuxing sprawling to his side.
Then a man in a neat suit, with his shiny hair combed sleekly back, walked up, and as he adjusted his tie, he spat at Geng Qiuxing, ”Trash!”
Grabbing a dagger from an underling, he grabbed Geng Qiuxing's hair, lifting his face up. And without any mercy, he slowly shoved the blade into Geng Qiuxing's left cheek all the way through until it protruded out from his right cheek. He released the dagger and left it there, making Geng Qiuxing's face looked just like meat on a skewer.
Arrgh! Arrgh!
Geng Qiuxing screamed and shook uncontrollably. He just kept screaming in a weird, throaty howl. There was blood pouring out from his mouth, it was all over his face, his whole body now soaked in blood.
”Han Mian, this stab was painful to watch even for me.” The yellow-haired Da Yuan joked, sniggering heartily.
The man in suit wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, ”A trash like this deserves such punishment.”