"Miss Mu, your courage is commendable. I hope you can get the simplest punishment." Mr. Zhao opened the box. There was a piece of paper inside. He opened it, was slightly startled, and sighed.
When Mu Baoer heard him sigh, she knew that she was going to be unlucky. It seemed that her bad luck was still a little bit unused!
What is supposed to come will always come, and there is no point in escaping. I can only wave my hands feebly: "Just tell me, I can accept it."
Mr. Zhao explained: "The game you won is a knife throwing game. The rules are that you will be tied to a huge roulette wheel that stands upright, with your hands and feet tied in four directions. The roulette wheel will rotate every two seconds.
It will spin at a fast speed, and then someone will throw ten throwing knives at you. The flying knives may hit the empty positions of the roulette wheel, or they may hit your hands, feet, or even your body. It depends on the eyesight and ability of the person throwing the throwing knives.
Skill."
Damn, who invented this perverted game? It’s even more perverted than the gun roulette game just now. At least that one still has a half chance of survival. Even if you die unfortunately, you’ll be killed with one shot, so you don’t have to wait too long.
This perverted roulette wheel rotated at a speed of two seconds, so wouldn't she have become a target? She could already imagine the horror of having ten knives stuck in her body and full of blood holes.
However, if you meet a knife thrower with some eyesight, you can earn 10 million without dying. Even if you are disabled, you will have someone to rely on for the rest of your life. If you die, well, there will be another zombie eighteen years later.
Worse than now.
Mu Baoer could only comfort herself in this way, and then he was tied to a huge roulette wheel with dignity.
She struggled against the steel buckle on her hand. It was so strong that it seemed impossible to get out of the way. It was really a living target. What should I do? When things got imminent, I was still a little scared!
"I will pay 10 million to bear this punishment for her." Hanlie stood up suddenly and looked at Mr. Zhao coldly. Although Mu Baoer looked indifferent, he knew that she must be very scared, but there was nothing he could do.
She could only pretend not to be afraid, because her hands were trembling.
Seeing her uncontrollably trembling hands and feet, his heart tingled slightly and he couldn't help but stand up.
"Sorry, Mr. Han, if you can get in here, you also understand that there is no difference between life and death in the casino, only rules."
Huo Chen also frowned and stood up: "Then let me be the knife thrower. That's okay. She also accepted the punishment and won't break your rules."
He had practiced, and although he was not absolutely sure that she would not be injured, he still had a way to prevent Mu Baoer from dying from the flying knife.
Feng Shuishi interrupted: "Mr. Huo, Mr. Han, if you really want to help her, you should have given her money directly before, so she wouldn't have to participate in the game. But since she has participated, the rules are the rules. This is Country J.
I think you should follow the rules here, respect each other, and don't interfere."
These words were clearly a warning to them that this was their country's territory, and strong dragons would not overwhelm local cowards. No matter how powerful they were, they should respect each other on other people's territory.
Han Lie suddenly turned cold, but he understood what Feng Gushui meant. In the business world, no matter how powerful you are, if you break the rules of the game, you will be attacked by a group of people, and your cooperation and friendship will be ruined.
But should we just watch Mu Baoer accept this cruel game?
"As long as she accepts this punishment and the knife-throwing hand is one of yours, that'll be fine!" Ji Mo suddenly asked.