Chapter 22: Die clean! (2/2)

The remaining five people have completed half of the journey, but someone has already reached the end. This is really bad news for the participants.
People who are still standing on the single-plank bridge now suddenly become moving forward, and the same goes for moving back.
The bonus is gone, only risk is left.
"How can this...how can this be...!" The participants suddenly became disheartened, as if a beautiful dream was broken, and once again let them see the cruelty of reality.
If the money is not collected, people may die. What a tragedy it is.
But these Fang Lang can't manage, he also needs money.
"The game is over, can I give the money?" Fang Lang shouted to the other side.
His words brought the rest of the participants back to their senses. They had to accept the current situation. It didn't matter if the money was gone, but their own lives were still hanging on the line.
"Yes! The game is over, let's get down!"
"Yes, I don't need money anymore, save me!"
Several people also yelled, but Fat Pister didn't let him do what he wanted. He frowned, and the other party gritted his teeth. Not doing this is not enough to vent his anger!
"Go up by yourself and get down by yourself! Dead people don't blame anyone!" He said to the men next to him: "Old rules, you go and prepare that, I want this kid to die!"
Having said this, he showed a fierce look and looked at the opposite roof.
"How can this be done! Mr. Pister! The gambling is over! You can't leave us alone!" the first young man shouted wildly.
"Scum."
Pister snorted and glanced at the man disdainfully, and then walked into the cable car on the top of the building. After a while, the cable car reached the opposite side. He adjusted his clothes and walked out.
The night wind has blown up.
Amidst the whistling wind, there was a panic scream. Someone failed to hold his center of gravity and was blown off the log bridge by the strong wind, with a look of fear on his face, like a falling star in the night sky. With a snap, he fell to death.
Did not even have time to scream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Snapped--
Two more died.
Fang Lang lowered his top hat and sighed in his heart: "The wind is blowing. In this case, even I cannot guarantee my safety. What's more, these people..."
Thinking of this, he looked up at the remaining two people.
In the crisis, both of them squatted down and held the single-plank bridge under their feet with both hands to ensure that they would not be blown under the bridge. But this situation lasted only ten seconds, and the wind became even stronger. The single-plank bridge under the two people's feet was already swaying under the strong wind, and there was a danger of breaking at any time.
Suddenly, the one-person single-plank bridge was blown off the support point, and the participants on it, together with the bridge, fell to the ground 30 meters away.
In the scream, one person died again.
In the end, the young man seemed very lucky. He managed to maintain his balance in the strong wind, and finally escaped.
After a long time, the wind gradually diminished.
"He...hehe...I, I'm not dead..." He said tremblingly, and smiled after the catastrophe, "I'm not dead... Great, as long as I'm still alive, there is still a chance. I can pay off my father’s debt, and everyone can reunite...I won’t die! I want to live!"
He gathered the energy of his whole body, slowly stood up, and walked towards Fang Lang in small steps. He did not give up, whether it was his life or his desire for bonuses.
This time it was unsuccessful, just come again next time.
There is hope if you live!
Praying for mercy and help is fruitless. He finally understood this truth. He persisted and walked towards the end without rushing. Every time he took a step, he could bring the distance a little closer, which meant that he would live. The goal was a little closer to him.
Seeing the end point getting closer and closer, there was an ugly smile on his face, half a meter away, only half a meter away.
He can live!
"Tsk...Should I say that it is perseverance or courage?" Fang Lang whispered to himself in a somewhat unexpected tone, shook his head, and he turned to leave this place of right and wrong.
But at this moment, an angry middle-aged man walked towards him.
The man combed his head with his big back, holding a goblet in his hand and red wine in the glass, he could see a person with status. But his expression was furious. He passed Fang Lang and walked towards the young man on the single-plank bridge with an angry look.
"Damn scum! Do you know how much money I have put on you?" He stopped on the edge of the building, and opened his mouth to curse at the young man: "Ten million! Ten million, do you know!" Changing into coins can kill you! Scum, trash, shit! Incompetent like you, go to death!!!"
During the curse, this middle-aged man with status and status suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand. All the red wine in the glass was splashed on the young man’s face. In addition, his head was suddenly attacked, and his center of gravity immediately Offset to the rear.
"Ah..." the young man screamed, staggered back a step, stabilized his body precariously, then looked at the strange man incredulously, and said angrily: "What are you doing!?"
"It's like shit, you die!" The man chuckled, kicking the single-plank bridge under the young man's feet off the platform.
"You bastard!!! Ah ah!"
Gravity faithfully enforces its own laws, attracting young people and the single-plank bridge to the center of the earth at a very high speed.
Finally, with a muffled sound, the young man's brain landed first and died.
"Why are you pushing him down?" Things developed so fast that even Fang Lang couldn't respond effectively.
"Hmph, the scum will die when they die. There will be as many people like this as you are lucky this time." The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Lang and hummed, "Unlucky, lost 10 million. Waste, A bunch of waste."
The man left cursingly.
"In my opinion, you are the same." Fang Lang walked to the edge of the building, took off his hat and threw it towards the eight corpses below, "Sadly dead."
Taking a deep look, he remembered the plight of the weak.
"Mr. Pitt, can 30 million be given to me?"
"Of course. You are the brave man of the Skyscraper Bridge this time. The prize of 30 million will naturally be given with both hands." The fat man seemed to have not seen everything before, with a disgusting smile on his fat toot's face, but the conversation turned around. : "But, there is a more interesting game next, I think you must be interested in participating."
Fang Lang knew that things were not that simple, and as expected, "but" appeared in the other party's words. Casinos like them that treat people as game props will never let people take away 30 million easily.
"Huh? If I don't participate, will 30 million be gone?"
"Of course not, but if you participate, we will give you 50 million. On the basis of the original 30 million, we will add another 20 million, how about it?" Piste sneered. When it is necessary, he has to show some special methods.
Soft ones don’t work, only hard ones.
"50 million? Very good. Since you are willing to give money, then I'll be more respectful." Fang Lang took a deep breath. He needs to keep a low profile and not cause commotion. Once the navy's attention is drawn, let alone buying a ship. , Whether it can escape or not is unknown.
Although he wanted to kill these people, including the middle-aged man before.
The reason is simple, these people make him unhappy.
"Fatty, do you know? I don't like this island more and more." Fang Lang looked at Pister coldly and said abruptly.
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