"Hmph, don't play tricks with me. Speak! Did you catch a very good-looking young boy here? "
The leader was experienced and knowledgeable. How could the waiter's thoughts escape his eyes?
He immediately brandished his whip to demonstrate his power. With a loud crack, the sturdy gambling table broke into pieces. The gambler who could not dodge in time was whipped. In the next second, a frightening line of blood seeped through his clothes, scaring everyone away.
There was only a broken gambling table left on the ground, and a gambler who was holding his waist, blood oozing out from between his fingers.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll let you all have a taste of being whipped later. Let me ask you one more time. Did your gambling house capture a very good-looking young man a few days ago? Speak, did you catch him? "
The whip in the man's hand was extremely thick, about the thickness of two fingers of an adult. There were many fine and dense barbs on the long black whip!
The tail of the whip was strung with more than twenty thin blades!
With this kind of whip, it did not require much strength to whip someone until they bled profusely. If one used more strength, they might not even be able to withstand a single whip and directly die.
The waiter was relatively close to the leader, so he could clearly see the blood dripping from the barbs on the whip. He was immediately scared out of his wits.
"This, this little one …" The waiter originally wanted to be stubborn, but when his eyes met with the leader's, a kind of illusion of death assaulted him, as if his neck was being strangled by an invisible force, causing him to be unable to say the rest of the words.
The other gamblers did not know what had happened, but they knew that the gambling house was probably in big trouble.
They wanted to sneak away, but the leader's entourage blocked the door, looking as if they would not let him go until they got an answer.
The waiter was unwilling to speak, but the other gamblers felt pity for their lives, so they naturally opened their mouths.
"Two days ago, we did catch such a young boy. I heard that the boy is extremely beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy. His skin is exquisite, and his taste is also … "The gambler was the first to speak, but before he could finish his words, he was already covered by the person beside him.
The entire lobby was silent. Everyone could feel an invisible chilling atmosphere enveloping the entire place.
Those gamblers were all ordinary people, and their bodies were even weaker than ordinary people. When had they ever faced such a murderous aura?
He was so scared that his legs started to tremble. His knees went soft and he knelt on the ground with a plop. He didn't feel any pain in his knees at all.
What they didn't know was that the leader and his followers were also extremely shocked at this moment. They were so shocked that they forgot how to react.
They were all adult men who had experienced sex and played with women before. Perhaps some of them had even played with men before. As for what the gambler had described, they knew very well in their hearts what kind of scene would happen … At this moment, there was only one thought in everyone's mind — it's over!
It was indeed over!
Who was Meng Liang?
The Zongzi that Meng Zhan favored, the future leader of the Meng Family, was now in a gambling house … It was so embarrassing!
The leader's expression was incomparably gloomy, even turning ashen. He didn't dare to think about the storm they would have to face after rescuing Meng Liang.
The waiter also wanted to cry but had no tears. He had already realized that the kid he had caught earlier really had a powerful background!
Now that they had come to ask for Meng Liang, it was obvious that he was a tough guy. How could a small gambling house resist them?
The waiter said shakily, "He … He … He really isn't here … He was released a long time ago …"
How could the leader believe that?
He would rather believe that these people had evil thoughts about Meng Liang and locked him up in a small dark room.
He waved his hand, and the twenty to thirty followers he had brought with him guarded all the entrances and exits of the gambling house, not allowing anyone to escape.
"Search!"
The order was given, and the demolition … No, the search began.
The leader was like a stone pillar, standing where he was. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his resolute face was solemn.
The waiter wanted to cry but had no tears. The other thugs received the news and wanted to come up with wooden sticks. One of the followers pulled out a knife from his waist.
Blood splashed, staining the gambling table and the scattered silver and gambling equipment.
Everyone watched as the thug's arm was chopped off, and then the knife pierced through his chest. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in horror.
Someone … was dead!
Blood quickly spread and filled the entire hall.
The timid gamblers covered their mouths and vomited. The brave ones also turned pale, like a white wall covered with a layer of lime.
Although the thugs in the gambling house were used to doing heartless things, they still knew fear. They only dared to seriously injure people, but they didn't dare to kill them. However, none of them expected that there was no lack of people like this in this world.
The knives on their waists were all genuine and could take a person's life!
The wait was especially long. One by one, the followers came up with a pale face, but none of them could find Meng Liang.
"Sir, sir … Our restaurant was indeed blind and caught that young man, but … that very night, that young man had already been rescued …" The waiter was trembling with fear, and his two skinny legs couldn't stop trembling.
He didn't dare to tell the truth. If he told the truth and said that the young man disappeared on the second night after being caught, it would undoubtedly confirm the truth that the big mouth of the gambler had revealed. Could any aristocratic family endure such humiliation?
If that happened, they would really be finished. Therefore, there were some things that they couldn't admit even if they were beaten to death.
After a while, the followers came back one after another. The news was very disappointing.
The last one was holding two scrolls in his hands. The scrolls were stained with dust.
These two scrolls were found in a woodshed. "Found this … Boss, please take a look …"
He had interrogated two of the thugs and confirmed that the woodshed was where the gambling house kept the "goods".
Because he didn't dare to make a decision, he didn't open the scrolls to see the contents.
The leader reached out his hand and roughly tore the neatly tied strips of cloth on the bamboo scrolls. He shook it open with one hand.
He read ten lines at a time. After he finished reading, the leader's face suddenly became darker and darker, as if ink was about to drip out.
Everyone was trembling, afraid that it would say that Meng Liang was already dead.
Of course, there was no such content, but it wasn't optimistic either.
"These people … Kill them all!"
The leader's eyes flashed, and his murderous aura was obvious.
After receiving the order, the other followers didn't hesitate. They all pulled out the knives on their waists and walked to the others.
What were these people going to do?
Whether it was the people in the gambling house or the gamblers, they were all scared out of their wits.
"Murder!"
One of the gamblers couldn't help it anymore. He wanted to run out the door, but his head was instantly cut off from his body.
Blood splashed on the wall. At that moment, everyone clearly realized one thing.
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