"Don't touch him!" Bo Wenchuan sat across from the screen, but he could clearly see that the big man was holding an iron rod!
"Dad, save me, save me!" Bo Nanxuan was still being held down, not knowing what was happening behind him, but when he heard his father's voice, he couldn't help but become frightened, and even shed tears, wailing bitterly.
"No, no, no, don't touch him." Bo Wenchuan's tone was still firm at the moment. The next second he saw the foreign man raising the iron rod with his own eyes, and he couldn't help softening his voice. His words were all begging: "We have something to talk about."
Can’t do it!”
The iron rod was swung down with great force.
"ah--!!"
Immediately, Bo Nanxuan's heartbreaking voice sounded in the room.
His face was full of tears, his mouth tasted salty, and his nose ran a little.
But at this moment, he could only feel the unbearable pain in his left hand.
The thugs threw him to the ground like trash.
Bo Nanxuan was paralyzed, his right hand touching his left arm, tears still flowing from his eyes, mixed with dust and stained on his face, his eyes full of despair.
Bo Wenchuan seemed to have aged ten years, suddenly becoming very old.
He held his forehead with one hand, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fist tightly with the other hand, and the pain in his heart was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the screen turned.
"Hello, Mr. Bo Wenchuan." It was a delicate face.
Brother Xiao's expressions were completely opposite to those of the Bo family and his son. He was full of energy, and even in a dark room, one could clearly see his sapphire-like eyes.
Bo Wenchuan didn't reply, his eyes widened with anger, as if he wanted to drag the person out of the screen and tear him to pieces!
"Ah, that's not polite at all." Brother Xiao curled his lips, looking a little dissatisfied, and then showed a nasty smile.
"Yes, it would be hard to be happy when you see your son being beaten, even if your son is a useless waste." He is a foreigner, but he can speak fluent Chinese.
After all, in a place like a casino, everyone is there.
Moreover, in addition to foreigners, there are also several Chinese people in the management of the casino.
"To be honest, we in the casino are not people who advocate violence. I just talked with you, sir, at the beginning. It was you who broke the rules, so of course we have to collect some 'interest' from your son." Brother Xiao looked at Bo Wenchuan.
, even though he could feel the other party's anger, he didn't take it seriously and continued to speak lightly.
"Don't be too nervous, it's just a broken hand now."
"I'm warning you, if you don't pay off your debt, we can't say whether your son's life will be ruined next time!" He said unceremoniously, sneered, and hung up the video.
break.
Then he stood up, moved his neck, and casually said: "Throw it back and give it something to eat."
Bo Nanxuan now has a useless arm. If he doesn't eat, he will starve to death.
Brother Xiao didn't even look at the people on the ground before he opened the door and went out.
The outside is magnificent and the smell of money is everywhere.
There were many gamblers coming and going in the hall, some of them carrying bags full of money and holding hot young ladies in their arms, smiling from ear to ear.
Some people walked out of the door in despair, and when they looked back, they could see endless greed that could not be hidden.
This is daily life in the casino. Brother Xiao slowly smiled politely and said to the people next to him: "Have fun!"
Bo Wenchuan was still sitting in front of the screen, motionless, like a sculpture.