Gangster base.

The entire underground casino was illuminated by crystal chandeliers as bright as day. On the Persian carpet interwoven with gold and dark red, dozens of bodyguards in black stood still like sculptures.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars, the sweetness of expensive perfume, and the faint smell of blood and rust.

In front of the ebony door of the innermost room, in the cigar smoke leaking out from the crack of the door, Cass, wearing a high-end suit, was counting US dollars, and the money detector made a monotonous hum.

A thin young man in a maid outfit stood behind him.

His hands and feet were handcuffed, and he looked sinister, like a puppet.

Cass picked up a stack of US dollars and threw it in Lear's face.

The banknotes fluttered across Lear's cheek like a knife, leaving a light red mark on his pale skin.

A few of them floated into his lips, which were slightly open due to pain, and the bitter taste of ink mixed with the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

"pick it up."

The translator was replaced by another one. He was tall and strong, with tattoos on his arms. He was very professional, but he didn't look like a good person either.

The accent is quite heavy, with the unique pronunciation of the coastal areas of China.

Li Er's eyebrows twitched, he glanced at the translator, then looked at the arrogant Cass, and chose to bend down to pick up the money.

“Kneel down and pick it up.”

"..."

It was obvious that the madman was not good at hiding his emotions, and Lear's eyes revealed a fierce look.

The translator added, "Ten years have passed in sharpening the sword, but the frosty blade has never been tested."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lear suppressed his viciousness, smiled apologetically, and swallowed the blood from his back teeth.

He knelt down and picked up the US dollars one by one.

Cass crushed a falling bill with the toe of his shoe, pressing the crocodile sole against Lear's face. "Let me see how far you can bend to get out."

"Why do I have to endure it? I want to kill him."

This sentence is said to the translator.

The translator's pupils rolled, and he said in Spanish, "He wants you to let his sister go. He'll do anything for that."

Cass raised an eyebrow, a smile flashing across his greasy face, "If you had been so good earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Translation: "If I could kill you, I would have done it earlier. Why bother? While he's still a little fresh about you, let him let his guard down and then smack him in the heart. Revenge will be taken, and your life will be saved."

Li Er smiled bitterly, "I don't want to live anymore."

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd. The blond waiter knocked over the champagne tower, and the glasses smashed on the marble floor, shattering into countless sharp stars.

He was holding chips in his hand that he had obtained from somewhere.

A burly man walked out of the crowd, approached while smoking, dragged the man aside, and cut off his head with a knife.

By the way, remove the pinhole camera installed on his earring.

Blood was all over the floor and was wiped away by other waiters.

Soon, the pinhole camera was brought to Cass.

He picked it up and played with it between his fingers. "Another brainless loser. Who sent him?"

The subordinate replied: "Dietrich."

"...How could this outsider, without parents, have so many malicious thoughts?"

Over the years, he has killed at least a hundred spies, and he is really persistent.

The translator pursed his lips.

Lear had already picked up the money and put it all in his pocket.

Feeling that it was not enough, he took the money into the money detector as if no one was around.

Cass leaned back in his chair, the cigar burning between his fingertips into long embers.

He squinted his eyes to appreciate the scene, as if he was watching captive cheetahs greedily sharing their prey.

It wasn't until Lear's pockets were completely full that he lazily asked, "Do you want more?"

Li Er was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grinned, his blood-stained fangs swaying in the light.

"Yes, I also want a gun."

"Interesting." Cas finally straightened up, the cigar ash falling into the pile of bills. Then he suddenly stubbed out the cigarette and pressed it against the back of Lear's hand. "Want to kill me? I won't give you that chance."

Cas grabbed his wrist and pressed his thumb precisely over the radial artery.

A sharp pain shot up my shoulder blade like an electric current, and the curse I hadn't uttered was instantly broken between my teeth.

A brute force pulled Lear forward, and his nose hit Cass's chest hard. The smell of blood mixed with the bitter smell of cigar instantly filled his nostrils.

Li Er's face turned pale. He was about to curse but Cass grabbed his neck tightly and forced him to look up.

Cas lowered his eyes to admire the redness of his eyes due to pain, "I'll teach you a lesson..."

The metal buckle of his belt suddenly pressed against his trembling belly.

"My gun must be taken my way."

A naked threat.

This was a fatal provocation to the simple-minded Lear.

The translator finished his passionate translation and then seamlessly added his own opinion, "Oh my god, just be a bit cowardly. Why are you arguing with him at this critical moment? He's been acting like a hooligan for a long time. I felt sick even when I was translating this."

The casino was noisy, and Lear seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own stomach acid secretion.

It makes me want to vomit, just like when the old man pressed me on the bed many years ago.

The taste of flesh and blood spread in the mouth, and the smell of blood filled the nose.

Ever since I took medicine on time every day as instructed by the dean, it has been a long time... a long time since I felt like eating raw meat.

That primitive, violent desire suddenly awakened...

Lear's canine teeth unconsciously rubbed against his lower lip, and his pupils shrank into a thin line in the dark, gradually turning bright red.

He stared at the throbbing veins on the side of Cas's neck, his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncontrollably.

The sound of blood rushing under the skin suddenly became extremely clear, as if the genes that had been passed down for millions of years to eat raw meat and drink blood were screaming in the bone marrow.

kill him.

Eat him again.

This thought kept hitting his brain, and he couldn't help but bite the tip of his tongue.

"I want to eat meat."

Cas's mouth curled up, he released his neck and hugged his waist, "How do you like your steak?"

"All students."

"…give him the freshest meat."

His men quickly brought a plate of fresh beef.

It was so fresh that the meat was still moving when it was served to Lear.

The best piece of meat is slaughtered on the spot in the kitchen.

Without caring about anything else, Lear picked up the meat and started to chew it, until his mouth was covered with bright red blood, like an inhuman beast.

Eating raw meat is not uncommon in foreign countries. Cass just thought it was just his whim and gave him as much as he wanted.

Soon, the meat was gone. Without the raw meat to suppress his inner rage, Lear bared his teeth and bit at Cass's neck, but the translator grabbed his hair and pushed him back.

The man was kicked to the ground, and his entire distorted face was exposed under the bright light.

The pretty face was stained with blood, and had a bewitching beauty.

"You look... like a woman." Cass swallowed and put the gun to his face, moving it down the side of his face until it was against his throat.

There was a lot of noise all around, but after a gunshot, all the noise fell silent.

Everyone looked at Cass in horror, as if they didn't understand why he suddenly went crazy.

"All go out."

"..."

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the dedicated translator.

Cass unbuckled his belt and thrust his erection into Li'er's mouth. "If you dare to bite me, you're dead."

The warm muzzle of the gun was pressed against Lear's temple, and he could clearly feel the bullet in the barrel ready to fire.

The strong sense of shame and the madness hidden in his blood were infinitely magnified. The vertical lines in his eyes became thinner and thinner, and his violent temperament gradually became crazy.

The translator let go of his hand and said in the Jianghu dialect: "Be patient, now is not a good time."

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