Fang Jingbao clutched his wound tightly. After a few breaths, he managed to catch his breath, enduring the intense pain, tearing a piece of his undergarment, and used his mouth and hands to wrap the wound.
Fang Jingbao struggled to stand up, his face pale, his hands still dripping with blood...
He put the jadeite ring and his severed finger from the table into his pocket, glanced at Wei Yutian, then staggered out, his footsteps unsteady...
The crowd stood on the second-floor corridor, watching Fang Jingbao's back disappear at the entrance of the casino's first-floor hall.
Someone in the crowd sighed with emotion...
The crowd turned their heads, but Wei Yutian had already left without them realizing it. Only a few attendants were left in the xin room cleaning up, and the bloodstains on the table had been wiped clean...
