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"He Hongming, you are also a veteran in the industry, you know everything you should know."

"If you do something wrong, it's not enough to just apologize."

"Everything must be done according to the rules."

"Give you some face and let you do it yourself."

"If you are not decent yourself, then I will help you to be decent."

"Of course, if you don't want to do it, just quit gambling now and never gamble again, and then we can forget about it."

"Tell me, this is your choice!"

Zhou Zuxing spoke mercilessly.

Zhou Zuxing has always been angry about He Hongming who continued to embezzle the Macau Island Gaming Joint Venture Company.

You and Zhou Zuxing's health has been too poor in recent years, and your gambling skills are not as good as He Hongming's. That's why you can only swallow your anger under He Hongming's embezzlement and try your best to maintain the Macau Island Gaming Corporation.

But now, Chen Feng is here, and everything has changed.

Zhou Zuxing doesn't run a charity, so how could he let He Hongming go?

Now that Zhou Zuxing has seized such an opportunity, he will never let it go.

After hearing Zhou Zuxing's words, He Hongming's eyes became even colder.

He Hongming also knew that today's incident would never end well.

"Okay! I'll remember today's grudge!"

He Hongming spoke viciously.

If looks could kill, Zhou Zuxing and Chen Feng would have been cut into pieces by now.

It is absolutely impossible to ask He Hongming to give up the gambling business.

Even if He Hongming could agree, the people behind He Hongming would not be able to agree.

Then, I can only let my son suffer.

This was a mistake he made, and it made sense for him to make up for it himself.

Then, He Hongming walked to the table and lifted the axe with force.

"Jiajun, if you do something, you must admit it."

"But don't worry, Dad will make these two bastards pay a more painful price."

He Hongming looked at his precious son and spoke with difficulty.

"dad!"

"do not want!"

"I do not want!"

"I don't want to be a useless person!"

"Dad, please let me go. Please forgive me this time!"

Noticing the change in He Hongming's attitude, He Jiajun finally felt scared.

He Jiajun wanted to escape, but was pinned down on the table by several bodyguards in black.

"Jiajun, don't hate me."

“This is all their fault.”

"Don't worry, it will only hurt for a while, just bear with it and it will pass."

He Hongming gritted his teeth and spoke.

He Hongming thought for a while, put down the axe, and asked someone in the field to bring a large machete that was sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

He Hongming was worried that Zhou Zuxing would tamper with the axe.

If He Jiajun's hand had not been chopped off in one go, He Jiajun would have had to suffer even more.

Looking at He Hongming holding a machete in his hand, He Jiajun knew that he was useless.

"He! What are you trying to do to my son!"

A sharp female voice sounded from the gambling hall.

The person who came was He Hongming's wife, He Jiajun's mother, Christina.

It is said that everything He Hongming has now is closely related to his wife.

"Mom, save me!"

"Dad is going to chop my hand off!"

He Jiajun immediately screamed.

Now in He Jiajun's eyes, her mother is the only hope to save her.

“Christina, don’t meddle in men’s affairs, and you can’t meddle in them!”

"If there is any problem, I will explain it to your father."

"Now, please take my wife away."

He Hongming spoke mercilessly.

The female bodyguard beside Christina immediately asked Christina to leave.

Christina looked furious.

"He! You're just a dog of our family!"

"If you dare to hurt Chris, I'll make you pay!"

No matter how indignant Christina was, she was still asked to leave by the female bodyguard.

Seeing this scene, He Jiajun's face turned completely pale.

He Jiajun already understood that this arm of his was really going to leave him.

"Jiajun, today dad will teach you another lesson."

"Men should be responsible for what they say and do!"

After saying this, He Hongming raised the shining machete in his hand and swung it down directly.

He Hongming's knife was very efficient and directly chopped off He Jiajun's left hand at the wrist.

Blood sprayed all over He Hongming's face, making him look extremely hideous.

"what!"

He Jiajun, who grew up in a spoiled family, has never experienced such pain.

The severe headache tortured He Jiajun's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

When He Jiajun saw his hand being chopped off, his psychological defenses were completely broken.

He Jiajun's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Hurry up and send Jiajun to the hospital!"

He Hongming quickly dropped the machete in his hand and began to give orders.

Even if He Jiajun lost one hand, as long as he could survive, he could still live a rich life.

He Hongming will also do his best to make some compensation to this poor child.

"and many more!"

Chen Feng interrupted He Hongming.

"Chen Feng, your hand has been chopped off!"

"What else do you want to do!"

"This is my place, do you still want to cause trouble here?"

He Hongming's tone was filled with anger.

He Hongming now is like an angry lion.

If Chen Feng dared to stop him from saving his son, He Hongming would definitely tear Chen Feng into pieces.

He Hongming is in the right now and he is not afraid of Chen Feng.

"Old mad dog, you misunderstood me."

"I just want to discuss a business with you."

"Five million to buy back your son's severed hand."

"Let's take them to the hospital together now. I think your son's hand can still be reattached."

"This can be considered waste utilization."

"If you don't want it, then this kind of hand can only be thrown on the roadside to feed the wild dogs!"

Chen Feng spoke.

"Buy! I buy it!"

He Hongming gritted his teeth and swallowed the humiliation brought to him by Chen Feng.

He Hongming then quickly transferred five million to Chen Feng’s account and was about to take He Jiajun’s hand away.

"Wrong, old mad dog."

"It's five million dollars!"

"Five million Chinese dollars and you want to take your son's hand away?"

"Is your son's hand so worthless in your eyes?"

Chen Feng spoke again and ridiculed him.

He Hongming was caught in a weak spot by Chen Feng, so he had to transfer the remaining money to Chen Feng's card again.

Afterwards, he was finally able to pick up his hand, and was sent to a private hospital with He Jiajun for direct limb reattachment surgery.

As long as timely treatment is given, this hand can be reattached to He Jiajun.

Even if Chen Feng asked for more money, He Hongming could bear the loss.

But no one present noticed.

Just now, the exquisite butterfly-shaped bow tie on Chen Feng’s neck actually flapped its wings slightly.

The jade butterfly released some powder that was invisible to the naked eye, which attached to the wound on He Jiajun's severed arm.

If He Jiajun really reconnected this hand, it wouldn't take long before his entire arm would be completely necrotic.

At that time, even if we were ruthless enough to amputate He Jiajun's right arm, it would not save his life.

He Jiajun would find that his body was gradually decaying.

If this side is rotten, cut off this side. If that side is rotten, cut off that side. In the end, there is nothing left.

Chen Feng will not show any mercy to his enemies.

This cruel method is just right for torturing He Jiajun.

"Chen Feng, I will go all out in the next two bets."

"Don't think you can still win by luck!"

"I will let you see the gap between you and me!"

He Hongming made some harsh remarks to Chen Feng.

According to the rules, He Hongming, as the loser of the first bet, has the right to choose what to bet on in this bet.

He Hongming naturally used his best skills and chose to use Texas Hold'em to compete with Chen Feng.

He Hongming has already planned to show off his skills and showcase his superb Texas Hold'em skills to defeat Chen Feng without leaving a single piece of armor and regain his lost name and reputation!

He Hongming didn't believe that a young boy like Chen Feng could beat him at Texas Hold'em, which he had been immersed in for a long time.

If I really lose to Chen Feng at Texas Hold'em, then what if I quit the gambling world?