Death Inquisitor

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"Yes, I can still copy the book..." He Wen's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the foreign man's words, and he couldn't help but murmur.

He ran to the loan office.

There is only one word difference between gambling addiction and drug addiction, and the pronunciation is also very similar.

Once an attack breaks out, even if you lose everything, you will still not repent.

He Wen was addicted to gambling at this moment, and he almost forgot the fear in his heart before.

When he came to the nearest loan office nearby, he found that he seemed to be the first one to borrow money, and he couldn't help but feel unwilling.

He didn't believe that he would always be so unlucky.

"I want a loan!" He Wen gritted his teeth as he looked at the figure at the loan desk whose features were completely unclear.

"Okay, what's your mortgage?" The figure automatically generated by the House of Death said plainly.

"My left hand!" He Wen hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind.

boom!

The figure's hand under the counter suddenly raised and embedded a butcher's knife on the table. He Wen was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his face turned pale.

I heard the figure continue to say: "A left hand can be exchanged for 1,500 chips. Put it on. The knife is very fast. And I will stop the bleeding for free."

A chill surged up from He Wen's back, and he froze.

Then he shouted quickly: "Why is this? If I come to repay the loan, what will happen to my hands?"

"I'll pick it up for you then, and I'll make sure it's back to normal. Do you want to borrow it or not?" The figure's tone became a little cold.

"I, I won't borrow it anymore, I won't borrow it anymore. This is too scary." He Wen's face turned pale with fear, he shook his head repeatedly, and backed away in fear.

The fear of having his hands chopped off finally made him regain his senses, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

However, two big men in black wearing sunglasses stopped him behind him.

I heard the figure at the loan office say: "Since you have no chips and are unwilling to borrow money, you don't have to wait until dawn, you have lost the qualification to live... Pull it down, chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs."

Two big men in black grabbed He Wen's shoulders.

He immediately screamed: "No! No! I'll borrow it, can't I borrow it? Don't kill me."

Then he burst into tears.

Afraid of the pain he is about to face.

"Okay, 500 chips for one left hand." The figure said calmly: "Extend your hand!"

"What! Wasn't it 1,500 just now!" He Wen's eyes suddenly opened wide, like a duck being strangled by the neck, and he stopped crying.

The figure picked up the butcher knife and raised it in the air: "Stop talking nonsense, borrow it or not!"

He Wen was dumbfounded, this was too much of a robber.

But it’s not enough if I don’t borrow it, otherwise I’ll just chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs.

He could only grit his teeth, stretch out his left hand, and close his eyes at the same time.

Little did he know that this was because his act of patricide aroused Ye Chen's anger, so he specially prepared "preferential treatment" for him.

Most people come to pledge their left hand and have 3,000 chips.

"ah!"

The sword flashed, and after a muffled bang, He Wen's screams rang out in the casino.

The surrounding gamblers looked back and saw this scene, and their faces turned pale. Cold sweat broke out from behind, and the chips in his hands tightened.

It's so terrifying that I can't stand it just by looking at it. If it's my turn... many people feel weak at their feet and almost collapse to the ground.

"Uh-huh!" He Wen suddenly grabbed his left arm and screamed in pain with his face twisted.

The voice was broken.

The bloody severed wrist was exposed to the air and sprouts were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a rounded cross-section. Just like a small bald head.

But the wound healed and the bleeding stopped. But the pain didn't go away.

It was still stimulating He Wen, making him scream in pain.

At the same time, some people in the casino who had lost all their chips and did not dare to go to the loan office for mortgage loans were approached by big men in black.

Either borrow it or chop it up immediately and feed it to the dog. There is no other choice.

After being frightened, these people had no choice but to bite the bullet and borrow money, and then more screams echoed in the casino.

In particular, some people who were originally loan sharks were even more miserable. This is simply more cruel than them. At least they are cruel after the fact. If the borrower can pay back the money, everything will be easy.

But this Death Judge wanted to cut off his hands and feet to borrow money, and if he didn't borrow money, he would just chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs.

What's even more ironic is that they have always threatened others before, but unexpectedly they were threatened by others this time. This feeling is just like that of a beaten dog, it’s so disgusting!

There was no blood on He Wen's face. He grabbed his bare wrist and walked towards the gambling table with a hesitant look on his face.

When the foreign man saw him, his face looked a little unnatural and full of fear.

Fortunately, I met such an unlucky guy. Otherwise, he would be like this, right?

"Continue! I want to continue betting with you!" After He Wen came to the foreign man, he slammed the table with his good hand, looked at him fiercely, and said with blood-red eyes.

Because now he has to redeem his left hand, and he is not willing to die like this.

As long as he can luck out, he can not only redeem his left hand, but also make others enjoy the same pain as him and collect 10 million chips!

"OK, OK! Let's continue!" The foreign man looked at He Wen who looked like he was about to eat someone, and shrank his neck in fear.

But after thinking about the chips he had just borrowed, he couldn't help but long for them.

The two continued to bet.

In the end, He Wen lost everything again because foreign men were much better than him in terms of luck and gambling skills.

Although I occasionally lost a few games in the middle, I immediately won again. Slowly, all the chips in He Wen's hands were in the hands of foreign men.

"That's it? Are you sure you don't have any more?" Seeing that there were only 500 chips, the foreign man looked slightly ugly.

Especially after seeing He Wen nodding, his expression looked like he had eaten shit.

It’s too dark to get such a small amount of chips with one hand!

He prayed in his heart that it would be best for him to never have to go to that damn black-hearted loan office.

Obviously, he was misled by He Wen's situation. ..

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