Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The two walked one after the other towards the depths of the parking lot. Tang Cuo raised his eyes and looked straight ahead. Under a huge green S1 exit, there stood two burly guards.

The two men stretched out their hands to stop Tangcuo and Shi Rui from moving forward, and said in a serious voice, "Excuse me, do you two have an invitation?"

An invitation? Tang Cuo's eyes widened in disbelief. Why do I need an invitation to enter my own family's business?

Just as he was thinking, Shi Rui stepped in front of him and nodded slightly at him.

Then he held the token hanging on his waist in front of the two people.

When they saw the token, they immediately bent down 90 degrees, and panic appeared on their originally unruly faces. "Master Shi, I am sorry that I didn't recognize you. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. We are here today to look for someone. There's no need to make a fuss."

"This... Lord Shi, we naturally believe you, but we don't know the identity of the person next to you?" The two of them spoke much softer.

"Open your eyes and take a good look. This is the young master, the future person in power." Shi Rui narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

“Young Master?” The two of them couldn’t help but tremble. “We really didn’t know that the Young Master was here… We…”

"Okay, it's okay, just continue doing what you should do." Tang Cuo waved his hand, signaling Shi Rui not to make a big deal out of it.

"Thank you, young master." Seeing that Tang Cuo didn't care, the two hurriedly thanked him and looked at him respectfully, "Young master, who are you looking for? Do you want us to send someone to help you..."

"No need. Don't tell anyone that I came here today." Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes, then ignored them and walked straight in.

Behind the revolving glass door, colorful neon lights flickered cheerfully, and the tiles on both sides were also reflected in brilliant colors.

The sound of drums in the music echoed in Tangcuo's ears. The atmosphere here gave people a feeling of extreme luxury both visually and auditorily.

Tang Cuo looked at Shi Rui in confusion, "Is this the underground casino you mentioned?"

"Uh... the second floor is a nightclub, and further down is the underground casino. Young master, just follow me." Shi Rui walked in front of him and carefully dealt with obstacles on the road for him.

The road was smooth and Tangcuo and Shi Rui successfully reached the underground floor. The noisy music disappeared without a trace after entering this door, and the whole environment became unusually quiet, even a little depressing.

Tangcuo looked around. He was standing on a corridor at the moment.

At the end of the corridor, there is a tightly closed black and gold door with four large characters "Making a Fortune Every Day" embossed on it.

Walking into the black and gold door, Tangcuo was instantly amazed by the scene inside.

After entering the door, the most eye-catching things are the several Pai Gow tables in front of you. In addition, this place is also divided into mahjong area and poker area, covering all the popular playing methods at the moment.

Every table was crowded with people, and some were shouting, fearing that they would not be able to squeeze in.

Happiness, anger, sorrow and joy are all caused by gambling. The winners are smiling, the losers are sad, and different expressions are written on everyone's face.

"Where is Yang Mucheng?" The noisy voice made Tang Cuo a little unhappy.

"Master, don't worry. We have already detained him in the box. He can't escape." Shi Rui quickened his pace.

The two came to the door of the box, and Shi Rui pushed it open and walked in.

Inside the box, a man with a scar on his face was being pinned down on the sofa by several men in black. The leading man in black immediately took a few steps back when he saw Shi Rui.

"Sir, this person is Yang Muqing." The man in black said respectfully.

"Young Master, how do you want to solve this?" Shi Rui stepped behind Tang Cuo, pulled over a chair and pushed it next to Tang Cuo.

Tangcuo sat on the chair, crossed his legs on the marble table in front of him, and then waved his hand, "Let him go."

After hearing his order, several people immediately stood up and then stood in a row against the wall.

Freed from their shackles, Yang Muqing sat up, rubbed his sore arms, and then knelt down beside Tang Cuo's legs, "Sir, sir, please give me a few days, I promise to pay you back with interest..."

Hearing his words, Tangcuo was not in a hurry to refuse. He lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Then how are you going to return it to us?"

"Sir, I have figured out their patterns. Lend me some more and I promise I can turn the tables. I will return you the principal with interest, and I will even leave some for you as a filial piety..." Yang Mucheng thought he was also tempted, so he quickly took advantage of the situation and said.

"Can you guarantee that you can win?" Tang Cuo smiled.

"Of course...as long as..."

"Just what?"

"I need you to lend me some more money. I don't have the capital now." Yang Muqing said with a flattering smile.

"Oh? You still want to borrow money from me?" Tangcuo put his legs down and then lifted his chin with his feet. "Do you know what you are saying?"

Yang Muqing was not afraid at all. She directly put her arms around his ankles, her eyes eager, "I know, if you lend me some more, I can definitely turn the tables."

Shi Rui, who was standing behind him, saw this scene and instantly became furious. He then kicked him in the chest.

The huge impact force caused Yang Mucheng to fall directly on the marble floor.

"Master, there's no need to waste time talking to him. Let's give him some..."

"Hey? Don't be impatient, Shi Rui, let's hear what other ideas he has?" Tang Cuo's lips curled up with a smile.

"Sir, I knew you were considerate..." Hearing his words, Yang Muqing's eyes instantly sparkled with hope, "I don't want to borrow too much, just lend me one million..."

"Yang Muqing, I want to ask, do you know what kind of life your wife and children live at home?" Tang Cuo's voice became a little colder.

"They? Well... I know... it's nothing more than washing clothes and cooking." Yang Mucheng's eyes were evasive.

Tang Cuo stood up, rubbed the joints on his wrists, and then slapped him twice in the face.

"These two slaps were given to your daughter and your wife. Such a caring family has been torn apart because of you. Why do you have the right?"

"I……"

"Pa!" Before he could finish, Tangcuo slapped him on the cheek again, "This slap is for your elderly mother. At your age, you shouldn't be sitting on someone's lap and supporting your family. Instead, you're just thinking about these unrealistic, easy-to-get-something things."

Tang Cuo's chest rose and fell violently. "I tell you, you can't owe us a penny less, or you can try it yourself."

As he spoke, he pointed at the two men in black beside him and said, "Tell him in detail how we treat people who don't pay back their debts. Explain it to him in detail and don't leave anything out."

"Yes, young master." After receiving the order, the two men quickly dragged Yang Mucheng to the room behind the screen and gave him an unforgettable "ideological education".