Zhang Ya'Er spoke with determination, her eyes revealing a heroic spirit.
"Hold these two cheaters down!" Zhang Ya'Er said to the staff of the gambling den.
DS panicked and shouted angrily, "You can't chop off my fingers! I'm in charge of the gambling den, just like you. How dare you do this!"
"Fuck you! How can you have the nerve to say that? You know you're in charge of the gambling den, yet you disgrace it like this? An asshole like you deserves to have a hand chopped off!"
After fiercely swearing, Zhang Ya'Er's bright yet angry phoenix eyes yelled at the nearby staff, "Are you all just dumbfounded? Can't understand instructions? I told you to hold them down!"
"Oh, okay."
A group of guys in black vests immediately rushed over. Although DS tried to resist, a lone tiger could not withstand a pack of hungry wolves. How could two hands fight four fists? So he was quickly overpowered and pinned to the gambling table, his pale face pressed flat against the surface.
