Chapter 46

This voice was very familiar to Meijun.

So, the moment he heard the voice, his heart tightened, and he didn't dare to shout the next word. He turned around and, sure enough, it was him.

Jin Mingzhe.

The boss's personal bodyguard, also a relative of the boss, rumored to be his wife's nephew, with exceptional martial skills, and had even served as a mercenary on the battlefield.

Zhao Tiejun struggled to get up and approached Jin Mingzhe.

He had a passing acquaintance with this man and felt honored to know the boss's bodyguard, a big shot!

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, this guy was a soldier, very capable, I, I..."

"Go to hell!" A standard national curse burst from Jin Mingzhe's mouth. He reached out and pulled Zhao Tiejun over, raising his large hand.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Dozens of slaps later, Zhao Tiejun's slightly dark face quickly turned purplish.

Meijun was terrified; he had never seen the boss's personal bodyguard so angry.

Bai Haijun, standing beside him, didn't dare to make a sound. The other small-time hooligans retreated, fearing this Korean man, who not only had excellent fighting skills but also showed no mercy.

Bang!

Another kick sent Zhao Tiejun flying into the crowd. Jin Mingzhe then walked over to Bai Haijun and coldly shouted, "Damn, you scum!"

He stomped down several times, and Bai Haijun screamed for mercy, "Brother Jin, I'm wrong, spare my life!"

"Spare your life?" Jin Mingzhe kicked Bai Haijun in the face twice more, "Whether to spare your life or not, let Mr. Zhao decide!"

He lifted the beaten and limp Bai Haijun and threw him at the feet of Zhao Zhiqiang.

"You two, kick that guy over here!" He pointed to the two subordinates and the lying, groaning Zhao Tiejun.

The two didn't dare to kick "Fourth Brother." They were about to help him up but were slapped on both sides by Meijun, "Damn, kick him! Can't you understand Chinese?"

"Yes, yes, President Mei!" The two local hooligans, who had never seen President Mei so angry, knew that the boss had a very powerful bodyguard, rumored to be a former French mercenary. Today, they saw him in action, and he was indeed formidable, taking down two big shots.

The two started kicking.

They no longer cared that the person at their feet was "Fourth Brother" and kicked him to Zhao Zhiqiang's feet.

Jin Mingzhe felt it was enough and bowed deeply to Zhao Zhiqiang with great respect, speaking softly and sincerely, "I'm sorry, Master, I came late."

Meijun hurried to the other side of Zhao Zhiqiang, "I'm sorry, sir, this is our casino's mistake. Please don't hold a grudge. I will prepare..."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "President Mei, what do you need to prepare? The thing I want is already at my feet. You don't need to prepare anything. Mr. Jin, what about you?" He remembered this Korean man, who had wanted to throw a plate at him.

"I'm sorry, please forgive Jin Mingzhe's rashness yesterday. I apologize to you." Jin Mingzhe slapped himself twice!

Slap! Slap!

After the two loud slaps, the entire room fell silent...

Meijun drew a cold breath, cold sweat streaming down his back. Good heavens, this was the boss's closest guard, actually slapping himself in front of so many people and this guest? Who is this person... Is this going to be a big problem?

The small henchmen secretly rejoiced that they hadn't foolishly rushed forward. Otherwise, they would be lying on the ground like those few.

Zhao Tiejun, beaten and bruised, watched this scene with shock. What's going on?

How does Zhao Zhiqiang know Jin Mingzhe, and they seem to be very familiar, with a high status?

What kind of luck does this guy have?

He only realized after hearing Zhao Zhiqiang's words that this might be about Zhu Zhijun.

He knew that Zhu Zhijun and Zhao Zhiqiang were best friends from school, and today's actions were partly out of venting.

Jin Mingzhe had been looking for Zhao Zhiqiang all day, already knowing his home address. In the evening, after the boss rested and gave him a day off, he came to this underground casino. He heard that someone had won millions in the Wucai room and went to check, as it was the boss's place. He didn't expect to see the "Master" he had been looking for, the one the boss had specifically mentioned.

However, the situation made him very angry.

These two lying on the ground dared to lay hands on the Master. Damn.

Xiaoli was the only ordinary service staff not cleared out, as she held over seven million in chips. Meijun didn't drive her away. Now, she was crouched on the ground, not knowing what to do, as she knew she had seen something she shouldn't. She was nervous and helpless, filled with awe for the young man!

Zhao Fourth Brother was beaten into a pig's head, and Bai Haijun lay on the ground, not daring to get up.

President Mei acted like a subordinate, and the handsome young Korean man looked like a servant, standing before the young master with a very pleasing expression. This made her feel as if she were in a dream, but she knew that tonight's incident would not end well for her, unless...

After punishing himself, Jin Mingzhe asked cautiously, "Master, did these two offend you? Please instruct me, should I cut off their hands and feet, sever their tendons, or throw them to the dogs?"

Zhao Zhiqiang thought for a moment, recalling that the old man seemed to have a request and had mentioned wanting to read his face at the restaurant.

"Ha ha, Mr. Jin, no need, no need. Zhao Tiejun is actually my classmate and fellow townsman. We used to have a good relationship, but some things happened that made us unhappy. Tonight, he set up a trap that made my good friend lose tens of thousands and forced him to give up a piece of land. I couldn't stand him using the Jinzun name to bully people, so I came to Jinzun to see. I also wanted to learn, but I didn't expect there to be no real gambling experts here. President Mei, your staff's skills are really low."

Jin Mingzhe, who had been in the country for a long time, understood Zhao Zhiqiang's words. He coldly snorted and turned to Meijun, "President Mei, is this how you manage your place? I don't care about other things, but as for this Zhao Tiejun, deal with him immediately. Don't let the Master worry about such trivial matters!"

President Mei could only nod and sweat, repeatedly agreeing, not daring to say more. Bao's skills were actually quite good, but they were nothing compared to this expert.

Jin Mingzhe turned and spoke gently and carefully to Zhao Zhiqiang, "Master, don't worry about such trivial matters. Meijun will handle it. It's late, why don't you go rest upstairs? I guarantee everything will be handled well by tomorrow morning. I will inform Boss Zhou immediately; he sincerely wants to meet you."

He spoke very politely, knowing that after the boss's scolding, he understood that in the country, the terms "Master" and "Expert" were sometimes derogatory, but when used, they meant someone of high status.

How could Meijun wait for him to leave before handling it?

"Zhao Tiejun! You have repeatedly caused trouble for Jinzun, and now you have offended the boss's friend, even using Jinzun's name to bully others for your own benefit! What kind of person are you? Apologize to Mr. Zhao and get out of Jinzun immediately. Your five million investment will be used to compensate Mr. Zhao's losses."

"Bai Haijun, get up immediately and release the person you captured. Apologize to Mr. Zhao in person. Your subordinates have become bullies. Do you really think you're the boss?"

Zhao Zhiqiang remained calm, taking a sip of water handed to him by a nearby server, smiling without a word.

The others hurried to follow the boss's instructions. Zhao Tiejun struggled to stand, staring at Zhao Zhiqiang with a look of hatred.

"You, you have guts..."

Slap! Slap! Meijun slapped him again, "Still being stubborn! Apologize to Mr. Zhao immediately. Do you really think I won't throw you to the dogs?" His eyes were filled with a cruel smile.

Jin Mingzhe suddenly pulled out a military dagger, a cruel and sinister smile flashing across his pale, stern face, ready to cut!

"Wait. Mr. Jin, please stop."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "I'm not a Master. Tell the old man I'll visit him when I have time. I have some things to do these two days. As for this person, let it go. He's not even worth a shrimp. Using your killing knife to deal with a duck would soil your precious blade. As long as my friend is fine and his debts are settled, that's enough."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao." Jin Mingzhe immediately sheathed the knife.

At this moment, Bai Haijun, who acted quickly, had already brought Zhu Zhijun over, carried in by a large man.

Zhu Zhijun was terrified, already scared for most of the night. When this group suddenly entered, his mind instantly collapsed, and he fainted. However, Bai Haijun immediately ordered a subordinate to bring him and the forced documents over.

Bai Haijun now dared not go against Meijun and Jin Mingzhe's wishes.

Although Zhao Tiejun had given him many benefits, now it was a matter of life and death. In the world of the underworld, when disaster strikes, who would really care for whom?

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