The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Liu Qiming sped up the action of wiping the car amidst the urging of the security guard. His neck was a little sore from using it for a long time, and the rag in his mouth fell to the ground.

He picked it up with his hands, but he couldn't control his hands at all. His palms kept shaking, his fingers couldn't bend, and he couldn't grasp anything.

He could only use his two hands to hold up the rag stiffly. He didn't care whether it was dirty or not, just put it in his mouth and continued to wipe the car with it.

The security guard came up and kicked Liu Qiming to the ground.

"You're blind! You didn't even look at this car. You wiped the car without washing the rag after it fell on the floor. Do you have to pay for the damage to the car?"

Liu Qiming struggled to get up, but his feet gave out and he fell to the ground again.

His hand tendons and hamstrings were cut, but not completely severed. The person who did it was very smart and left a little bit for him to prevent his hands and feet from being completely destroyed.

This was Elber's decision to deliberately cripple Liu Qiming and let him clean the car at the gate of Yinsha to warn the people of Haojiang of the consequences of going against them.

The He family collapsed.

Master Ma disappeared.

The former new Yinsha manager, Ma Ye's right-hand man, and the most promising young man in Haojiang to inherit the title of Thousand Kings after Cai Hezhong, is now kneeling like a dog at the gate of Yinsha, wiping the guests' cars.

A luxury car stopped, and a gorgeously dressed couple got out of the car. The woman was holding a dog in her arms.

Somehow, the originally quiet puppy suddenly jumped out of the woman's arms and ran to Liu Qiming to sniff.

The lady hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the puppy, glanced at Liu Qiming, her eyes full of disgust, and complained:

"Oh, it's so dirty. It's even stained my Cinderella! Really, how can such a big entertainment city like Yinsha get such a dirty person to clean the car!"

There was a trace of pity on his man's face: "Don't underestimate him, he turns out to be the manager here, the top Qianwang in Haojiang, and we can't even see him!"

"Hmph, you are so powerful, now you are not as good as a dog! Cinderella, don't you think so?"

The dog in the woman's arms barked twice, as if dissatisfied with being compared to this dirty man.

The security guard stepped forward to apologize with a flattering look on his face, then turned around and kicked Liu Qiming again.

But this time, his foot kicked out of nowhere and hit the door of the Bentley next to him.

The security guard covered his feet and grinned, but when he saw the shoe prints and the scratched paint on the car door, he no longer cared about his pain. He became extremely angry when he thought that even his hard-earned salary for a year might not be able to cover the cost of repainting.

He had no choice but to direct his anger at Liu Qiming and cursed: "It's all your fault! You unlucky guy! Sangmenxing!"

Pull out the rubber stick and go up to hit him.

But he felt a tightness on the back of his neck, as if someone was holding him.

Probably because the man was extremely tall, he was lifted into the air.

"Who is it? You dare to mess with me, don't you know where this place is?"

The security guard turned his head with his teeth bared, and this sight frightened him.

Is there anyone behind you?

Nothing at all.

Only the onlookers around were pointing at him, not knowing what was going on.

Two people walked out of the crowd.

The security guard fell from the air and sat down on the ground, screaming in pain.

He climbed up with difficulty and pointed the rubber stick at the two people approaching: "Hey, who are you? Are you playing a trick on me?"

He dared to hit and scold Liu Qiming, but he did not dare to treat others.

He didn't know Ma Shan and Li Muchen, but when he saw these two people, one was powerful and tall, and the other was graceful, he felt a little timid.

Who knows if he is a wealthy man who can come to Yinsha to play?

Ma Shan walked toward him step by step, and the security guard stepped back step by step. When he reached the car, he had no way to retreat.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Kneel down! Kowtow to him and apologize!" Ma Shan pointed at Liu Qiming and said.

The security guard was stunned: "Give it to him? Are you mistaken? He is just a dog!"

There was a crisp sound.

With the security guard howling like a pig, one of his legs was broken, his knee was bent at 90 degrees, and he knelt on the ground with one leg.

Then, there was another crisp sound, and the other leg also broke.

Ma Shan ignored the wailing security guard and looked at Liu Qiming.

"Qiming, I'm back!"

Liu Qiming's body was trembling, and his eyes were burning with passion.

But the fire went out in a moment.

He lowered his head, glanced at his dirty sleeves soaked in soapy water, picked up the rag with his weak and drooping palms, climbed a few steps on the ground with his knees, and continued to wipe the car.

"Qiming..."

Ma Shan couldn't bear to see it, so he stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and threw away the rag.

"Look at me! Qiming, I'm Mashan! I'm back!"

Only then did the onlookers react. Someone finally recognized him and exclaimed:

"It's Mr. Ma! He's Mr. Ma! The former Mr. Ma from Xin Yinsha!"

"Isn't Mr. Ma dead?"

"Who said that? He just disappeared! Master Ma is back, and now there is something good to watch!"

The security guard who had broken his leg was trembling with fear, his face distorted by pain and fear.

Liu Qiming showed a bitter smile and called out: "Master Ma."

"Qiming, I know you have suffered. Cheer up. I'm back and everything will be fine. Come on, let's fight back and take back what we lost!" Ma Shan encouraged him.

Liu Qiming shook his head with a wry smile and raised his trembling hands: "Cheer up? How can I cheer up? Look at my hands! Without these hands, what use do I have? Who am I to take back what I have lost?"

He glanced at the dog in the arms of the noble lady among the crowd of onlookers.

"Now I live lower than a dog! But I am still alive because I believe that Master Ma will definitely come back, take back the silver sand, and smash those idiots out of Haojiang!"

"I've been waiting...haha..."

Liu Qiming smiled, but his laughter could not hide his bitterness. Tears could not be suppressed in his red eyes, flowing out from the corners of his eyes and flowing down his dirty face.

"...I've been waiting...Master Ma...you're back! Hahaha!..."

The more Liu Qiming behaves like this, the more uncomfortable Mashan becomes.

He looked back at Li Muchen.

He knew that Li Muchen could cure Liu Qiming, even the heartless Gu-haired Chanali, not to mention Liu Qiming who had broken his limbs.

But Mashan also knows that it is easy to cure a person's external injuries, but it is difficult to cure the inner injuries.

Liu Qiming's injuries were not only injuries on his hands and feet, but more seriously, they were the depression and despair in his heart, the torment of his soul during the days when he lived like a dog.

He must get back on his feet, otherwise, just to heal the trauma, even if he takes revenge and kills all those who harmed him, he will never be able to sit at the gambling table as calmly as before, and he will be in pain for the rest of his life. Accompanied by memories and soul torture.

"Qiming, cheer up!" Ma Shan grabbed Liu Qiming's shoulders and shook him hard, "We can start over from the beginning! Help me, let's fight back together!"

"Master Ma, there is nothing I can do to help you. I can see you come back, and my wish has been fulfilled. You don't need my help, I know you are enough on your own!"

Liu Qiming stopped laughing and his face became calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

"No!" Ma Shan was heartbroken, "I need you! Qiming, only you can help me! How we lost is how we will win back! Your gambling skills are the best in Haojiang! Help me?" !”

Liu Qiming raised his hands again: "But I can't help you bet anymore."

"Who said gambling has to be done with hands? You still have eyes and a brain! As long as you can cheer up, we will definitely win! Everything we lose must be won back, including your hands!"

"My hand..." Liu Qiming looked at his hand as if he didn't believe it, and then looked at Ma Shan, "Can I still win it back?"

However, when he saw Ma Shan's firm eyes and his bronze-like expression of determination, he couldn't help but believe it.

Because he knows that Mr. Ma never lies to others.