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Tang Jincheng grinned and said, "Don't worry, I'll win it back in a minute, and I'll pay you back with interest."

The thug rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly. If he paid back now, he could still pay back almost half of it.

If you don't pay it back now, you won't just be unable to pay back the 50,000 yuan, you'll also lose the 28,000 yuan.

I don't know where this guy got his confidence from, he just thinks he's a gambling god.

However, even if he lost too much, it wasn't a small-time hoodlum's money, so he didn't feel any pain at all.

He stood silently beside Tang Jincheng, watching as Tang Jincheng threw all 8000 yuan into the gambling table.

In less than half an hour, he lost all of his 8000 yuan.

Tang Jincheng's veins bulged on his forehead. The thug looked at him and sneered, "You'd better pay back the money. If you keep gambling with this kind of skill, you probably won't be able to pay it back."

Tang Jincheng was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged. He held back for a long time before finally suppressing his anger and said through gritted teeth, "Don't worry, I will definitely make it back."

The thug immediately stopped trying to persuade him and stood quietly to the side, watching Tang Jincheng lose all the money in his hand little by little.

In less than half an hour, Tang Jincheng had only 500 yuan left.

Tang Jincheng was not unaware that he had less and less money and was constantly losing, but he was unwilling to give up and always felt that he could win it back.

However, when he only had 1000 yuan left, he finally came to his senses.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he said with extreme reluctance, "I had bad luck today, I'll try again tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but was stopped by the thugs.

The thug waved the ledger in his hand and said coldly, "Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Tang Jincheng immediately retorted angrily, "Why won't you let me leave?"

The thug pointed the ledger at him, sneered, and said, "It's not that we won't let others leave, it's that we won't let you leave!"

"Don't you know you owe us 5 yuan? If you run away today and never come back, we'll go ask that 'father' for the money!"

Tang Jincheng immediately became impatient: "I know that debts must be repaid, and I certainly won't default on my debts."

"You guys step aside first, I'll come back to win money when I'm in better shape, and I promise to pay you back what I win."

The thug rolled his eyes dismissively: "I hear this kind of nonsense dozens of times a year. Do you think we're all idiots?"

"Men, drag him to the office. Since he refuses to pay back the money, let him see what we're capable of."

Lu Jianjun panicked. He immediately realized that these people in front of him were really planning to attack him.

He immediately began to struggle violently, shouting, "Let me go! I'll pay you back, okay? I'll pay you back right now, okay?"

The thug waved his hand, signaling someone to release him.

"Okay, hand over the money, and we'll let you go right away."

Tang Jincheng only has 1000 yuan left. Where would he get any other money?

But he knew that if they dragged him into their office, he would definitely not have a good ending.

5 yuan is a huge sum of money, and he is absolutely capable of paying it back.

With that in mind, he nodded and said, "My money is all in the hotel. Send someone with me to get it."

The thug raised an eyebrow; they had already thoroughly investigated Tang Jincheng's background.

He just got out of prison after serving three years, and his pockets are emptier than his face. How could he possibly have 5 yuan?

The thug almost immediately understood what Tang Jincheng meant: this guy felt he couldn't escape inside the casino and wanted to take advantage of the chaos outside.

So he sneered, "Tell me which hotel you're staying at? And give me the room key, and I'll send someone to get it."

Tang Jincheng then realized that this thug in front of him was not easy to fool, and he had no chance of escaping under the other's nose.

Seeing his silence, the thug couldn't help but burst into laughter: "With your skills, you dare to fool me? I'll give you a good beating later."

"Brother, let's talk this out. In business, shouldn't we strive for harmony and make money together?"

Tang Jincheng broke out in a cold sweat and quickly softened his stance.

The thugs ignored him completely and had him dragged away.

The so-called office was actually just a small cubicle at the very back of the casino.

This place is a lawless zone; no gambler who owes money can leave here unscathed.

Tang Jincheng only discovered that the floor of the house was covered in blood after he was thrown into it.

Moreover, the bloodstains were dried, covered with layers of semi-dried bloodstains.

I don't know how many people have been beaten up here, or even crippled.

His scalp tingled, and he struggled to his feet. Instantly, the stories told by those seasoned veterans in prison flashed through his mind.

Many of these seasoned veterans are also gamblers, and many of them love to brag.

They talk about how miserable others are, how amazing their gambling skills are, how much money they've won, and how they'll live a carefree life after they get out.

Tang Jincheng wasn't stupid; every time he heard such nonsense, he would instinctively roll his eyes.

Because he knew that these people never told the truth.

However, these seasoned veterans would occasionally tell some true stories about casinos, mostly about someone who owed gambling debts and had their fingers chopped off, or someone who cheated and had their legs broken.

He had never connected these things to himself before, but now he felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't want his fingers chopped off, nor did he want his legs broken.

So he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Brother, please let me go. I'll do anything you want, just don't hit me."

The thug gave him a look that was hard to describe, and glanced at him with disdain.

This guy has absolutely no backbone; he slid to his knees before he even made a move.

He was too lazy to waste words with this guy and said impatiently, "You have to take this beating. It's called knocking out your spinelessness."

"After this beating, you'll have to work and earn money in the casino from now on. Don't even think about slacking off."

"If you dare to slack off, I'll keep beating you until your legs are broken."

Tang Jincheng quickly dodged; of course, he didn't want to get beaten up.

But with several people blocking his way, he had very limited room to dodge and was quickly squeezed into a corner.

Several people rushed at him, pinned him down, and began punching and kicking him.

Tang Jincheng screamed in agony as he was beaten. He crawled around on the ground, covered in dirt, tears streaming down his face, looking utterly pathetic.

The thugs were tired of beating him and didn't bother with him anymore. They simply locked him in the room and left.

Tang Jincheng lay on the ground for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty and listened quietly to the sounds outside.

Once he was sure no one was outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, a bunch of bastards."