Seeing that group of people running over, everyone quickly made way, forming a path. There were four of them, all dressed in black jackets, wearing ties, with badges pinned to their sleeves. Obviously, they were staff from the gambling den.
They ran up to the machine, glanced at it as it sparked, and the veins on their foreheads popped out.
The one leading the four was a bald man with fairly handsome features. He grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder and shouted loudly, "Jia Wenming! Are you fucking crazy? Why would you smash the machine?"
Jia Wenming was grabbed by the hair, his face streaked with tears, looking twisted and pitiful, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Yet no one around sympathized with him; they all watched the scene unfold with smiles on their faces.
"If you lose money, just borrow more and make a comeback, smashing the machine... tsk tsk, isn't that just courting death?"
