No matter how he felt, he didn't look like introducing his brother...

After looking at these strong men, the possibility of escaping was gone...

“Haha…Hi~~”

What greeted him was poker faces without any expression...

Homan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

An Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go and let you meet a few old friends."

After saying that, several off-road vehicles were parked in front of them.

Homan was surrounded by a gang.

The car is driving further and further...

"Brother An Zhong, where are we going?"

An Zhong was sorting out the IOUs that Homan had written before and put them in the supermarket shopping bag he carried with him, saying without raising his head:

"Go and take you to meet your old friend."

Homan: "..."

I have an old friend who has a hammer!?

Looking at the car full of strong men, he didn't dare to ask more questions.

It took me an hour to drive before I stopped in front of a dilapidated house on the edge of the desert highway.

"Brother An Zhong, we'd better go back?"

An Zhong smiled, "No hurry, I've come anyway, I've come in, go in and take a look."

After saying that, he got off the car by himself, took out a pack of Huazi from the supermarket shopping bag, lit one and started to suck...

Homan looked at a group of poker faces around him, then got out of the car helplessly and walked towards the house.

It's just that it's black inside and it can't be seen clearly.

"Brother An Zhong, there is nothing here?"

An Zhong smiled and snapped his fingers.

The lights in the house lit up instantly.

Only then did Homan see clearly that there were a group of people tied up in front of him, with a black cloth bag covering his head.

"This...who are these people?"

An Zhong said: "Your old friend!"

"Old friend? I'm in Las Vegas and I don't have friends."

An Zhong said: "You will know if you go and lift it up."

Homan hesitated for a moment and walked forward cautiously.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand and pulled open the black cloth pocket of the middle man.

He exclaimed immediately, "Oh! God! Old John? Why are you here?"

Old John thought to himself, I want to know even if I step on the horse!

"Homan! You dare to find someone to kidnap us!"

Homan: "..."

"This, this..."

He took off all the black hoods of the people next to him in succession.

As expected, they were all people at the gambling table just now...

"Brother An Zhong, this..."

An Zhong smiled, "Your old friends are not very honest, so I'll invite them all here to have a good chat."

"Fuck! Asians, you're dead in Las Vegas, so let us go!"

"Bang!"

The bodyguard on the side gave him a big ear.

Killed off one of the gold teeth of Old John...

Then he became honest.

The others were shocked by this scene and even more afraid to speak.

An Zhong said coldly: "The casino has a thousand yuan, and you should be able to think of the outcome today."

"Impossible! I didn't pay a thousand!" Old John was still quibbling.

An Zhong smiled and took out a device from the plastic shopping bag.

"Do you know the high-speed camera?"

John Old: "..."

He felt a chill in his heart.

Even if the skills are good, there will always be flaws when someone records them for a day...

The others were trembling too.

Others have prepared for them, just for them!

Homan then reacted and grabbed Old John's collar and said angrily: "You actually made a fraud when you step on the horse!"

John Old: "..."

"Idiot! Professional gambler, who depends on luck!? The only difference is to catch it or not!"

Homan's mouth twitched, "Eighty million! You pay me a lot!"

An Zhong waved his hand and his subordinates immediately separated the two.

"You guys who have made thousands of money at the gambling table will tell you the rules!"

Everyone shivered, no one was willing to say the rules.

An Zhong sneered, "Okay, since no one said that, then behead your head!"

Everyone: "..."

"I said!"

"The rule is...shop...shop...nails?"

An Zhong: "..."

"I'll give you the whole foot massage?"

"Bastard, treat me like a fool, pick him and chop him off!"

"yes!"

"Ah—! Help..."

"ah--!"

"My hand!!!"

When Homan saw blood, he was stunned.

Looking at the flying fingers, his face changed when he looked at An Zhong again...

An Zhong glanced at Homan and immediately withdrew his gaze.

I never expected that An Zhong, who was originally willing to help others, would be so cruel...

Homan thought that he owed him eighty million!

The knife that cuts fingers... may not fall on me one day.

An Zhong smiled, "Brother Homan, let's go to the room next to you for a while."

"You guys, chop each of them down five fingers!"

"yes!"

......

In the next room, Homan's heart trembled as he heard the screams outside.

"Haha...drink tea."

An Zhong handed over a tea cup.

"Thank you, thank you..." Homan took over and said.

An Zhong looked at the turbulent water ripples in the cup and smiled slightly.
To be continued...