Chapter 429： Without me, you are an old man 13┃The devils revenge (1/2)

Everyone looked at Zhuang Li with nervous expressions, and some people frequently shook their heads and winked at him, signaling him not to fight against Wen Renming.

But Wen Renming didn't get angry, instead, in a gentle tone, he asked very patiently, "What are your rules?"

Zhuang Li grasped the gun's hand, withdrew it from his palm, looked at the surrounding gamblers, and said with a chuckle, "Please put down your mobile phones for now and stop recording."

So all the people holding the phone obediently stopped recording the video. The idols have spoken, of course they have to listen.

7480 scanned the audience and said, "No one is taking pictures."

Zhuang Li took a few steps forward, walked to Wen Renming's side, used his tall body to block several cameras on the ceiling, raised his arm, and shot through Sun Xiaojia's right palm unexpectedly.

The bang of a gunshot stunned everyone!

Only Wen Renming quickly raised his head, checked the monitoring position, and made sure that the little devil was hiding in a blind spot and was not photographed, so he relaxed slightly.

Sun Xiaojia let out a shrill scream.

On the other hand, Zhuang Li took out a tissue from his trousers pocket and slowly wiped off the fingerprints on the revolver. Then he squatted down, shoved the gun handle into Sun Xiaojia's left hand, and sighed, "Girls don't play with guns, it's too dangerous. This is too dangerous. No, have you gone on fire?"

After he finished speaking, he rubbed Sun Xiaojia's head lovingly.

Sun Xiaojia was so hurt that his eyes were blurry and his head was dizzy, so he could only let him put the gun into his hand. Even though she had been treated so cruelly, she was speechless.

And the surrounding gamblers also reacted and shouted: "Yes, yes, it was Sun Xiaojia who went off with a gun! We can all testify!"

This is the most terrifying ability of the devil, manipulating people's hearts, turning black into white. Now, no matter what Zhuang Li wants to do, everyone present will cooperate unconditionally.

Wen Renming looked at the little devil's back and sighed inaudibly.

Several elders couldn't help showing admiration. This little lunatic is so hot!

Fang Yu was so frightened that his soul flew out. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Zhuang Li actually dared to shoot! fuck!

He grabbed his hair, feeling like he was going crazy too.

However, it wasn't over yet, Zhuang Li stood up and hooked his index finger: "Bring me the chips I won just now."

Several bodyguards immediately delivered the boxes of chips he had won to him.

Sun Xiaojia looked at him inexplicably while wailing.

And he raised a box of chips and dumped them all on Sun Xiaojia's head. There was a crisp sound, and red, blue, and green chips fell to the ground, creating a torrent of money.

Stepping on these torrents, Zhuang Li sarcastically said, "Pick up these chips by a few cents and arrange them neatly, and I can ask for a favor for you."

Sun Xiaojia looked at him blankly, and then looked at his godfather.

Wen Renming took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, without denying the little devil's words.

It seems that if Zhuang Li, who is the master of suffering, is willing to ask for a word of love, he can forgive him. He should be worried that there is no such excuse. He'd forgive himself every time before, and this time too.

Thinking of this, Sun Xiaojia nodded quickly: "I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up right away!"

She hurriedly threw herself on the chips and stretched out her intact left hand.

At this moment, Zhuang Li chuckled and said, "Use your right hand."

Sun Xiaojia was stunned.

The surrounding gamblers laughed mockingly one after another. Does this woman really think that Mr. Zhuang is so easy to get rid of?

Under the premise that his life was threatened, Sun Xiaojia had to stretch out his right hand, which had pierced a blood hole, to pick up these chips. Only now did she understand why Zhuang Li made such a request.

Every finger of her right hand was twitching with pain, and they couldn't hold a single chip at all. Every time she made a pick-up action, it was a torture for her.

The physical pain wasn't the most excruciating though.

To make matters worse, Zhuang Li dumped all the other boxes of chips on her head.

In the crisp sound of clattering, her body was covered with money, countless money, but her dignity was destroyed by the fall of these money. The small chip should have no weight, but when it fell on her back, it crushed her spine.

At this moment, she couldn't help thinking of what her godfather had said - for a few money, you can lie on the ground like a dog.

At that time, the phrase was just a metaphor. But now, that saying has become a reality.

She is really like a dog, lying on the pile of money, crying and wagging her tail, begging others to give her a dog's life.

Zhuang Lita knows how to destroy a person in all directions, from the spirit to the body. He is a born devil!

Sun Xiaojia couldn't even pick up a chip. She cried in pain and shame, and felt despair beyond shame. She sat on the ground with her legs apart, her delicate makeup wet with tears and snot, showing her ugly appearance.

The person in charge of the entertainment city stood in the crowd and looked at her with mocking and happy eyes.

Her subordinates stood aside indifferently.

Her godfather was slowly smoking a cigarette, and his dark green eyes were looking at Zhuang Li for a moment. He is so focused, so serious, even a little addicted.

And Zhuang Li was still dumping chips on her head, and the sound of Lang's laughter was as beautiful as a gurgling stream.

For Sun Xiaojia, this laughter is no less than the chanting of the abyss demon.

"Don't you love money? 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 laughing, and his extremely handsome face exuded a magical attraction.