"You use a silver needle to prick the corpse's Baihui point, and xue the body..."

While Li Tian was on the phone, he began to prick some acupuncture points of the corpse with the silver needle in his hand. The purpose of this was to make the corpse burn the fat in the body and generate a moment of strength.

This bodyguard had just died not long ago. According to Suzaku, he could not even be considered a dead person in the true sense.

In a hotel with comprehensive facilities like this, it would be easy for Li Tian to find the Silver Needle, so after he agreed, he started taking action in less than twenty minutes.

After Li Tian injected dozens of needles, the bodyguard's body that was originally lying on the ground suddenly stood up.

This change frightened everyone present. Those who were just a little closer to the corpse were so frightened that they stood up quickly, as if they had seen something terrible.

Of course it was scary. A dead man suddenly stood up. Not counting standing up, the bodyguard actually opened his eyes, and even turned his head and glanced at Muhammad, his eyes full of malice.

Muhammad had already been so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. When he saw this look, he immediately felt that some kind of uncontrollable liquid was flowing out from underneath him.

No matter how rich you are, you will inevitably feel panicked when encountering something like this.

The moment the bodyguard's body stood up, Li Tian directly waved the dagger in his hand and stabbed the bodyguard again.

This time, no matter how clever the method is, it is impossible for the bodyguard to stand up again even for a second.

The poor bodyguard was killed twice.

Li Tian took a look, clapped his hands, and said to Muhammad: "What now?"

What now?

These three words struck Mohammed hard in his heart.

"No, this is not true. How did you do it? You are not human!"

The fear in Muhammad's eyes still did not dissipate. After all, he did not hear Li Tian's voice on the phone. He really thought that Li Tian resurrected the person and then killed him.

"Yes, I am not a human being, I am a god who comes to punish you!"

Li Tian walked directly to Muhammad and reached out to grab Muhammad's collar.

"Brother, wait a minute."

At this time, the monk stood up and said something.

"Is something wrong?"

Li Tian asked.

"Of course there is something wrong. I have bet four billion US dollars. Please pay me compensation immediately. After the compensation is over, you can do whatever you want to him."

Not to mention the monk, Li Tian almost forgot about the four billion US dollars.

Now it seems that there is no rush to deal with this guy for the time being.

The monk came up with a POS machine with a smile on his face. He went to Sacra first and said, "Come on, swipe your card! The handling fee is mine. Do you want me to be generous to you?"

Sacra was about to cry. He really wanted to give the monk a beating and swipe his card? Then he must have so much money to swipe.

"What? Can't you let me do it myself?"

The monk stared angrily and said something sternly.

The expression on Sacra's face was as aggrieved as if he had been beaten. He could only say without confidence: "I...I...I don't have enough money."

"Hahahaha... Did you hear that? This old guy said he didn't have enough money! Damn it, why didn't you think of not having enough money when you started gambling? If you don't have enough money, don't take my money if you have the guts. Now,

You say you don’t have enough money? Hurry up and give it to me. I’ve already prepared the contract for the mortgage of the assets that are not enough!”

After saying that, the monk signaled a maid to come up with a tray. There was a lot of documents printed on the tray, which was more than ten centimeters high and no less than a hundred pieces of paper.

"Come on, what are you doing whining?"

Seeing Sacra's indifferent expression, the monk kicked him directly.

"I...I don't have it, I won't brush it!"

Sacra started acting rogue.

"Don't brush? Okay, then I will chop you into pieces and still feed the dog!"

After saying that, the monk actually took out a knife out of nowhere. If you were more careful, you would definitely be able to tell that this is not a boning knife specially used in hotel kitchens?

Seeing the monk take out the knife, Sacra was scared. He knew that the monk was definitely the kind of person who would do what he said.

I suffered all the humiliation and had to give money to others.

I swiped the card, but the cash was only 20 billion, including the monk's gambling money.

"Come on, sign it! Your shares in the gaming company, your two oil wells in the Middle East, your company in Los Angeles, and you..."

The monk handed the documents to Sacra one by one, and put the boning knife on his neck. If Sacra dared not to sign, his knife could be dropped at any time.

After all the documents were signed, the monk took a look.

"You are really a poor guy. He still dares to be a banker. The total amount is only 60 billion U.S. dollars, which is not even enough to lead!"

The monk also knew that from now on, Sacra would be a complete poor man, worse than a beggar, and he might not even be able to afford a plane ticket back.

He didn't want to really kill Sacra, so he turned his attention to Mohammed.

"Is it your turn to pay back the remaining money?"

He still had that smiling face, but at this time, in Mohammed's eyes, the monk was no different from the devil.

Half an hour later, Mohammed also became a poor man. I don’t know where the monk prepared the information, but he even counted the two people’s properties, not one of them was missing.

"Brother, we lost a lot. These two guys are poor guys, and we only made 130 billion US dollars!"

The monk once again said something bad to Bian, and even many people couldn't stand it.

Damn it, 130 billion is still a small amount? How can they live if their total assets only amount to 10 to 20 billion?

"I'm still getting by, but there's one thing I haven't taken yet. Lend me your knife. My dagger is too small and it might hurt a little."

"My knife is definitely the fastest. I guarantee that when you cut the bones, there won't be any minced meat on it."

What else does Li Tian want to take? Of course, Mohammed’s hands and legs.

When Mohammed saw Li Tian take the boning knife from the monk's hand, he became incontinent for a moment, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

At this moment, everyone present had deep respect for Li Tian. I am afraid that after this incident, no one will look at Li Tian as a reckless man anymore, right?

Li Tian always kept his word and would never show mercy if he wanted Muhammad's hands and legs, because he knew that if he lost, Muhammad would also not show mercy to him.

"Wait!"
Chapter completed!