He Wenhun was unkempt and did not know how he came to the loan office again.

After seeing that there was significantly more blood than before, He Wen was full of fear.

But I can't do it. I can only scalp and step on the blood on the floor to the counter.

"I... I want to borrow!" he shook and shivered.

"What mortgage did you take this time?" the figure said lightly, wiping the pig-killing knife with a white towel.

Most of the white towels have become bright red, which is very scary.

"Goodong..." He Wen swallowed hard, and almost spit out three words with all his strength: "Hand, arm!"

Because he remembered the terrible agony before, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

"2000 chips. Stretch your arms out." The figure threw away the towel and raised the pig-killing knife in his hand.

He Wen closed his eyes and handed out his left arm.

"Uh!"

A black line of knife flashed through, and a scary wound appeared on He Wen's shoulder, bloody.

The red muscles were even wriggling because of severe pain.

He Wen couldn't help screaming again. With his screaming, the wound quickly recovered.

He also completely became a one-armed man.

"2000 chips in hand, welcome to come again next time."

He Wen stretched out, trembling, shaking his right hand, grabbed the two 1000-denomination chips, turned around and faltered and walked back.

His face was whiter than before, and his forehead was all cold and sweaty.

The criminals at the gaming table next to the lending office looked at him one by one, swallowing spit, apparently frightened by the situation just now.

Because of this end, it is likely that they will also appear on them!

This time, He Wen did not find the foreign man again.

Because he thinks that person is better than him, he will lose even if he gambles.

So he came to the two women who were gambling and said to them: "Can you add me one?"

He still struggled to speak because of shoulder pain.

"Yes." The two female gamblers glanced at him with a flash of light in their eyes.

This is fortunate. Looking at the kid's situation, it is clear that he has lost several times.

For someone with such bad luck, they are certainly welcome.

This time, He Wen insisted a little longer.

It was even possible to win more than half of the chips held by two female gamblers.

But in the second half, he began to be unlucky.

Not only did the winning chips lose, even his own 2000 chips also lost cleanly.

There was a desperate look on He Wen's face again.

The left hand is gone, is it necessary to mortgage the right hand?

But how can I bet without my right hand...

So, left foot or right foot? Or eyes, ears and nose?

The more He Wen thought, the more ugly the look on his face.

"No, I'm not going to borrow anymore, or find a place to wait for death." He was completely afraid.

However, he did not know that he had no chips in hand and did not borrow money, but he would be found by the black man.

As a result, the tragic guy came to the loan office for the third time, and this time it was completely forced.

"It's you again, are you here to redeem your arms and hands?" said the figure.

"I... borrow money!" He Wen spit out three words depressively.

"What is mortgage?"

"Can the ears work?"

"Yes, 1500 chips." The figure raised his knife again.

After a snap, He Wen screamed again, his left ear was **** and had fallen to the ground.

Then he was picked up by the black man next to him and handed over to the figure, not knowing where it was thrown.

He Wen turned his back on the wound.

He decided to try again. After all, he had 1500 chips, as long as he kept 100 of them to prevent him from being picked up by those two black men. The other 1400, you can make another one!

On the other side, Chris and a group of people are playing baccarat.

With a gloomy expression, he can see that his left ear is gone.

At the moment, he has 500 chips left.

"Damn death judge! Dare to treat me like this!"

Chris gritted his teeth and snarled in his heart.

Because he lost again! The last 500 chips were also lost.

This time, he had to go to the loan office to mortgage the parts.

And unlike He Wen, he wanted to live more than He Wen. Because he has too much money, beauty, status, power!

Of course he was not willing to die in such a vain.

So even if he gambled to the last moment, he would not give up.

There are still many people like Chris, even if there is a chip, they will choose to fight.

At this time, they are more like a gambler than any gambler.

Soon, Chris took the chips from the other ear and returned to the table.

And this time he was lucky, just 20 minutes later, his chips had doubled ten times, winning many people and having to borrow.

And he finally decided to redeem his two ears.

"what!"

But when he came to the loan office, he was shocked by the words in the shadow.

Then thunderous.

"When I borrowed from you, I had 3,000 chips in one ear. Why do I need 10,000 for redemption now!" Chris shouted angrily at the figure.

I saw that the figure in the loan office was not in a hurry, and the tone was flat: "Why? This is not an obvious thing. I am a loan shark here! Don’t you understand what a loan shark is?"

Chris froze, his mouth slightly open.

Lying! Your loan shark is too dark! This is how much time, it has more than tripled directly!

He was not so dark when lending to others, okay.

"Why, do you have an opinion? Well, now twenty thousand one, you come to redeem it." The figure said wiping the killing knife.

"You are a robbery!" Chris growled angrily: "This is outrageous!"

"Isn't loan sharks a robbery? It's so naive to come out." The figure sneered: "Thirty thousand ears, love it or not, and waste my time, I continue to raise interest, one million per second, believe it or not!" ..

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