I’m Picking Up Red Envelopes in PUBG

The old man Zhao had the heart to die. He knew that Miss He was proud of Chen Ze, so he didn't dare to say anything about Chen Ze.

It's all good things done by this Lang brother. It's all right now. Maybe Li Kai's gambling statement will be broken.

He looked at Brother Lang who begged for mercy again and again, that was full of murderous intent.

"My Likai gambling stall can't really be said to be spotless, but we have never done such nasty things, but today this **** uses our gambling stall's name to do such things, which I didn't know before. Love." Father Zhao was furious.

He was so angry that he picked up the golden crutch beside him and pointed it at Brother Lang's head!

Brother Lang is howling ghosts, his face is full of blood!

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, this person will start now, at your disposal."

With a serious face, Old Man Zhao threw away the crutches in his hand and kicked Brother Lang directly.

"If you don't want to get your hands dirty, you can also tell me what you want to do, and I'll help you deal with it." Mr. Zhao and Chen Ze were still gentle.

The tone even carries the meaning of discussion.

"Haha, are the arena rules?"

"I don't follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, but I hope I don't want to see him for the rest of my life." Chen Ze said with a sneer.

As soon as these words came out, the old man Zhao who was still talking just was stunned, and Miss He who was just having a coffee with him also took a side look and looked at Chen Ze with surprise.

It’s fine if you don’t see Brother Lang for a while, but if you never see...

Doesn't the implication mean to kill Brother Lang? Isn't this sin dying?

Miss He also took a deep look at Chen Ze, and continued with coffee, it seemed that Miss He was used to it.

But Father Zhao's reflex arc is longer, and he can't help but sigh.

"Hey, I thought it was a harmonious society now, I thought it was a little sheep, but who knows? This is a wolf."

"It really deserves to be a young hero."

Zhao Meng was also helping out.

He was so cruel in his twenties. To be honest, Mr. Zhao doesn't have such a city house now, but Chen Ze does.

You know, only those who have managed the **** affairs for decades can say this.

Chen Ze is now able to determine the life and death of others without any sensation. To be honest, this feeling is very cool.

"Brother, what did you mean just now..."

Shen Xingling looked at Chen Ze with a puzzled face, obviously she did not understand what Chen Ze said just now.

However, everyone present understood what Chen Ze said.

"Young man, it's not so good. The crime doesn't lead to death. Besides, now it's a society under the rule of law, isn't this..." Seeing that Shen Kuo was still a little timid, he swallowed.

"Oh? What did I do? Tell me, such a person is a wolf, a wolf that cannot be raised well. If you keep him alive, I'm really not sure if he will come and bite you afterwards."

"You have been cheated so many times, so why don't you have a long memory?" Chen Ze glanced at Shen Kuo, unwilling to say more.

"I..." Shen Kuo had nothing to say, his eyes looked at Brother Lang who was already in a coma, and his heart was overwhelming.

Can't make up his mind for a while.

Of course, he has no right to decide.

This is a wolf. He can use things like kidnapping and extortion to repay his debts, but he will do nothing in the future.

"I support……"

After thinking of this, Shen Kuo still compromised. It was like this. He said that it was useless. There was a sense of participation in supporting it like this.

This guy is the hungry wolf who just tried to hurt Shen Xingling.

This is not the time to be soft-hearted.

"Okay, let me take care of it." Elder Zhao also nodded, his eyes motioned to Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng also understood it in an instant, and walked out of the door directly, and within a short while, two security guards came in and took Brother Lang directly out.

From beginning to end, no one spoke in the office. They knew that this was tantamount to killing someone indirectly.

Before Chen Ze thought about anything else, Miss He, who was sitting opposite, spoke.

"Your name is Chen Ze? Ozawa, right? Come to my sister."

"Come and let my sister take a good look at you."

Chen Ze frowned, and to be honest, the pupil of cognition has worked at this moment.

"Sister...?" Chen Ze asked questioningly, looking helpless.

The woman in front of her was Miss He, and she was naturally a strong woman, but she was no longer a sister.

Even at Chen Ze's age, it is not an exaggeration to call her aunt.

In the pupil of knowing people, Miss He is close to forty years old.

This should be the best daughter of King He Gambler. Don't look at her face so young, but it's actually half buried.

"What's wrong? Afraid that I would eat you? Come over to my sister and take a look at you."

Miss He looked at Chen Ze motionless, seeming a little dazed.

"Eat me? It won't happen." Chen Ze reacted, and politely walked to Miss He's side and sat down on the sofa.

Seeing Chen Ze sitting down, Miss He picked up the fruit knife and began to peel the apples.

"Can you tell my sister how exactly did you do it?"

"The round is 21 o'clock, the round is Black Jack, how is this done?"

Miss He really still has a problem here.

"How did it happen? I don't know this, but luck."

"Before I went out, I still had some communication with the God of Gamblers. The God of Gamblers said that I would win every bet today, so I came out."

Chen Ze really didn't draft what he said here.

He is so skinny, wondering if the people in this house can stand it.

"Oh? Brother, do you really believe that there is a **** of gambling in this world?" Miss He looked at Chen Ze, and the knife in her hand for cutting the apple stopped.

"God of Gamblers doesn't seem to have this position, right?" Miss He really didn't mean to embarrass Chen Ze, she still smiled.

"It might not have been there before, but now, it definitely has."

Chen Ze stared at Miss He's eyes and said firmly.

"Oh? Really? You mean you have seen it?" Miss He embroidered her eyebrows slightly, a little interested.

Chen Ze pointed to himself with his thumb and said: "I still had a conversation with the God of Gamblers this morning. Just when I was brushing my teeth, at that time, he told me that I would win every bet today."

...

Uncle can't bear it, my aunt can't bear it!

And Father Zhao sneered with disdain again and again: "You are not what you said?"

"Wow, I was recognized. That's right, the God of Gamblers is me, and I am the God of Gamblers." Chen Ze smiled slightly, looking like he didn't want to make a joke.