"If I remember correctly, you said the same thing to Yuan Ge more than a month ago."
Jiang Xinghui has told this kind of nonsense countless times. Just because his family believes it doesn't mean Chi Morong will believe it too.
What a gambler says is not convincing at all.
Having set up such a big plan, Chi Morong didn't want to hear Jiang Xinghui's verbal promise, which had no binding force on him at all.
Jiang Xinghui was stunned. He looked at Chi Morong blankly and said hesitantly,
"I don't know what you mean, brother-in-law...?"
In the past, as long as he cried and promised his parents and sister, they would relent and pay off his gambling debts.
He thought that Young Master Chi loved the girl and would marry her in the future, and for the girl's sake, he would not ignore himself.
Chi Morong didn't give him any face and said sarcastically,
"Why should I save you?"
"Why do you think I will pay off your 1 million gambling debt?"
Chi Morong didn't expect that even at this point, Jiang Xinghui was still holding on to hope and refusing to repent.
It seems that I have been too kind to him, and Jiang Xinghui has not suffered enough.
Chi Morong didn't have time to stay here with him, so he stood up and walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the room, Chi Morong said to the people who followed him,
"He's still a bad guy. I don't have time to accompany him. Cut off his left hand and feed it to the dogs."
A man in a white coat next to Chi Morong looked at him in surprise when he heard this.
"Master Chi, you mean...feeding the dog?"
He must have heard it wrong. After all, the little finger that was cut off before was still placed in a special low-temperature refrigerator. This time it was the whole left hand. Why was he allowed to feed it to the dog? Once the dog really ate it, it would be impossible to reattach it.
"Feed the dog. And, do it in front of Jiang Xinghui, so that he can watch with his own eyes as the dog eats his palm bite by bite."
He had already applied for the flight route and was preparing to return home today, but he didn't expect Jiang Xinghui to still be playing tricks on him.
This instantly made Chi Morong's good mood disappear.
This kind of person must be subdued by violence.
"Old rule, no anesthesia."
Chi Morong was sitting on the sofa outside, watching Jiang Xinghui being pinned down on the bed by several men and having his left palm chopped off.
A scream echoed throughout the room.
Jiang Xinghui, who fainted from the pain, was quickly given an injection by the doctor and then woken up by being splashed with ice water.
He watched helplessly as his palm was swallowed by a big wolfhound in just a few bites.
The pain from his wrist made Jiang Xinghui clearly realize that he had really lost a hand.
First it was a kidney, then a finger, and now it's the entire left hand, and all of these were caused by gambling addiction.
At this moment, the pain in his body made Jiang Xinghui's mind extremely clear.
Past events emerged in my mind one by one.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xinghui suddenly burst into tears and murmured to himself,
"I can't blame anyone else. This is all my own fault. I deserve it. I deserve it."
At this moment, he was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. The more he thought about the past, the more he felt like he was bewitched. Otherwise, how could he dare to gamble so big, first a few million, then tens of millions, and this time he even dared to borrow 1 million to gamble.
Everything that happened made him feel like he was having a nightmare.
However, the pain in his body told him that all this was really happening.