Zhong Muyan had already guessed what Jones was going to do when he saw the knife. This was not something that had never happened in their casino.
Sure enough, just as Zhong Muyan guessed, Jones walked up to the injured man who was held by the supervisor. Before the panic on his face could be fully expressed, he raised his arm, and the knife flashed with cold light.
The dagger drew a streak of white light in the air, and a scream came, and then the silence quickly returned.
Jones signaled the bodyguard to pick up the bloody palm on the ground and came to the bodyguards in black.
"How many of you are satisfied?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the cold-faced man who was still sitting in front of the gaming table. The apologetic smile on his face was just right.
The man in black who took the lead glanced at the man in front of the gambling table. The man seemed to have no reaction. After a while, he suddenly stood up from the seat, and then left the table without saying anything.
Soon there will be no where to go
The men in black also left together. Jones glanced at the man who had his hand cut off and was unconscious on the ground. He motioned to the supervisors to drag him away, and then took the towel handed over by the waiter next to him to wipe it with.
He wiped his hands and smiled apologetically at Zhong Muyan, who had been standing by and watching, very sincerely.
"What do you think of my skills? Do I have a quick attack?"
Jones walked up to Zhong Muyan and asked Zhong Muyan in a low voice as if he was afraid that others would hear him.
When Zhong Muyan heard this, he looked at Jones' childlike expression waiting for praise, and felt helpless and helpless.
After a while, he understood. Although he hadn't had time to ask how Jones and Ye Hen met, there was one thing he was sure of.
That is, Jones must have been tortured by Ye Hen or some other "inhuman" before. He was deliberately planning to "revenge" or to save face.
The two people looked up. Ye Hen was standing in front of the stand in front of the VIP room, looking at the people below with a pair of gloomy and unpredictable eyes. When he saw the bodyguards leaving, Ye Hen turned around and left the VIP room.
After seeing this, Zhong Muyan and Jones returned directly to Jones' office.
After getting out of the elevator, Jones asked Zhong Muyan to go back to his office first. When Zhong Muyan returned to the office, Ye Hen had indeed returned early.
After a while, Jones had changed his clothes and returned to the office. Zhong Muyan secretly admired his speed.
Seeing the secret sigh in Zhong Muyan's eyes, Jones smiled sheepishly and walked to the sofa to sit down.
"I don't like the smell of blood. When I was a child, I would tremble when I saw blood."
Jones explained with a smile on his face. Zhong Muyan couldn't believe his words. Ye Hen, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, raised an invisible smile with a touch of ridicule after hearing this.
He was the only one who dared to mock the boss of the Las Vegas casino like this. Seeing that, Zhong Muyan became more interested in the relationship between Yehen and Jones. He simply leaned on the sofa and prepared to watch what was about to happen between the two of them.
drama
Ye Hen stared at Jones, this man is still so good at pretending that he trembles when he sees blood?
Thinking of what he just said, Ye Hen couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.
Did he forget that when he was a child, after catching a gecko, he dissected the gecko alive?
Jones lit a cigar, looked at the faint smile on the corner of Yehen's mouth, and understood what he was thinking, and the smile on his face looked even more embarrassed.