Mo Ang ordered, "Grab his son, we'll interrogate him."
"Yes!"
...
Qiao Miao, who was at the mahjong table, along with the people he was gambling with, were taken away by some mysterious people. Looking at these men dressed in black suits with cold faces, Qiao Miao thought he was being chased for debts by the casino owner.
Of course, these mysterious men were also after his money.
Especially the one leading them, waving a machete in front of his eyes. "What's your name?"
Qiao Miao stammered, "Zhang Wei."
The bald leader placed the machete directly on his neck. "Your name is Zhang Wei?"
"Yes." The bald man smiled coldly. "Then you're not the person I'm looking for, kill him."
The last words were addressed to his subordinates.
Qiao Miao was so scared he almost wet himself, crying and begging, "No... please..."
The bald man grazed his neck with the blade. "Then tell me, what's your name?"
