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"Ahhh!!!"
The shrill screams echoed through the casino as Wen Kuohai's hands were pressed to the ground, and a casino thug mercilessly chopped them off.
Having agreed to gamble with Ning Fan, the outcome was not surprising—Wen Kuohai lost, and the price was his hands.
Ning Fan didn't personally do the job, instead letting the casino's thugs take care of that guy's hands.
The screams that came from Wen Kuohai, whose hands had been rendered useless, were like those of a pig being slaughtered.
Ning Fan coldly watched them, everyone else turned their heads away, not daring to meet his eyes, for fear they would be next.
Xiao Jianming also arrived at this moment, looking at Ning Fan with a complicated expression, and then he sighed.
"Your injury has healed?" Seeing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ning Fan asked Xiao Jianming a question.
The last time he saw Xiao Jianming was when Huo Qiuran was attacked; at that time, Xiao Jianming was almost dragged into Ghost Gate Pass.
