One of Hua Shuai's arms was still hanging, but his face was no longer as handsome and selfless as before in the casino. At this moment, his face was full of malevolence, and his gangster-like appearance was fully revealed.
"They really are three great beauties? This figure, tsk tsk, is beautiful."
"Isn't this hair gel applied too much? Won't they find it easy to absorb dust like this?"
"Yeah, it's a little too much. The fragrance is overwhelming. It's too cheap."
"Hey, ugly woman, how dare you break my hand? If you know what's good for you, come with me. Serve me well and let me vent my anger. Naturally, I'll let you leave. But if you make me unhappy, Hmph, hmph..."
"What are you grunting for? Do you think you're a cow?"
"Lou Yin, they have a name in this industry. It's called 'cowherd'. Congratulations, you're leaning to the side."
"Oh, so when a man comes out to sell, he's called a 'cowherd'. Now I understand."
