Chapter 113: Despair that life is better than death

"Yes, a few big men, all of whom are highly respected, actually bullied a little girl. This is too unreasonable, and I definitely cannot forgive them easily."
"Yes, he said that if he loses, he will chop his hands. The man should not say nothing. He must do what he says..." Such a big drama, so exciting, they watch the lively, also It's time to work hard.
This is more exciting than movies and TV shows.
Moreover, this is still live broadcast.
Mo Qing paled with fright, shook his head in a panic, and a little bit of cold swept over him, and he was about to collapse in fear.
"No...no...I can't chop my hands..."
"Master Mo, you proposed this yourself. I just recorded the sound for you. What do you mean by blatant shame. Do you want me to play the recording?" Someone couldn't see it.
"Oh, someone actually recorded it. This is really irresistible. Hurry up and show it to our big guys."
"Yeah, I didn't hear it just now, so I quickly let it go and let us also listen to how this grandson speaks loudly."
Lan Xiao couldn't help but raised her eyebrows slightly. She thought the person was just joking.
But when the recording was released, she felt that these melon-eating audiences were really god-like teammates.
Mo Qing was frightened on the spot and fainted.
Someone here volunteered, saying that it was a doctor, and ran over to treat Mo Qing.
Rolling his eyelids, checking his pulse, and touching his heartbeat, he found that he was stimulated, and his brain was hypoxic and dizzy, so the doctor, among those who pinched Mo Qing, awakened him alive.
Mo Qing woke up with a groan and looked at the people watching the excitement in front of him. He suddenly felt that he had nothing to love, so he might as well take a knife and give him a joy.
At this time, he really regretted it. He was so good, why did he die, he came to this point?
If you want to faint, you can't faint, and you can't hide if you want to hide, Mo Qing truly experienced the despair that life is better than death.
It's so beautiful, Lan Xiao couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the people eating melons.
That's so awesome.
Come on, she doesn't need to say anything.
Lan Xiao blinked helplessly, looking at Mr. Zhao shrugging.
"Master Zhao, this...I am young and I really don't know what to do? The audience's voice is so loud, I...what should I do, is it to break the rules of the gambling game, or to act according to the rules."
The crowd was in full view, and there were so many angry audience cheering.
Elder Zhao had no choice but to choose whether he was good or not. At this time, he was already so angry that he was about to smoke.
If not, his stupid grandson like a pig, does he need to be so embarrassed?
Father Zhao couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Xi.
Zhao Xi shrank in fear, and did not dare to say anything.
Grandpa Zhao turned his gaze on Mo Qing again. Since this disaster was caused by him, he should have paid the price.
But for a moment, Mr. Zhao had already weighed the pros and cons.
Therefore, he turned his head and looked at Lan Xiao with a kind face and smiled: "Since the gambling game has been opened and so many people have been invited to testify, the bets have already been paid, and it will never break the rules."
He smiled gently, took out the checkbook from his arms, took out a pen, and swiped the amount of 20 million, without blinking his eyes.