132. Chapter 132 Talking about money hurts feelings
The beer bottle finally stopped due to exhaustion, and the mouth of the bottle was accurately and steadily facing the wealthy man's body.
"I won." Yan Fenghuo stared at the wealthy man.
"It doesn't count, this game doesn't count." The wealthy man waved his hands vigorously and said loudly with a look of reluctance: "This game just now doesn't count at all. I'm not ready yet. Let's start over."
Involuntarily, the beer bottle started spinning again, but in the end, the mouth of the bottle was still facing the wealthy man.
"Damn it, did you hit a ghost today?" The wealthy man scratched his head and yelled with an unhappy look on his face: "No matter what, you have to win three out of five games, right? I am a person who spits and nails, and I will never do it.
If we go back on our word, let’s continue.”
To be honest, Yan Fenghuo has seen shameless people, but never such shameless ones. It's just that he doesn't have the strength to say anything, so he can only let the other party take advantage of him.
After turning it for the third time, the bottle mouth was still facing the wealthy man. It was stable. Even if the wealthy man measured his body, he could still see that the bottle mouth was facing his body.
"Bang!"
Gunfire rang out and the beer bottle was shot to pieces.
"What a fool, what a fool!" The wealthy man patted his butt and stood up, shouting in great displeasure: "Elf, throw this guy into the sea!"
After hearing this, Elf on the side immediately showed a cruel smile, stretched out his hand to lift Yan Fenghuo, and prepared to throw it into the sea.
"Wait a minute!" Yan Fenghuo turned his head and said to the wealthy man: "Are you unable to afford to lose? If you couldn't afford to lose, you would have told me earlier. Rich and wealthy men go back on their word, but who will lose and who will win? So many
Looking at it with both eyes, even if no one dares to say anything, they all feel like a mirror in their hearts. I know you are shameless, and I am not afraid of others saying you are shameless..."
"Damn it, who are you saying is shameless? Who are you saying is going back on his word?" Upon hearing this, the wealthy man jumped up like a cat with its tail burned off, stared at him and shouted: "Elf,
Put this kid down, I will show him what true shamelessness looks like today!"
With a "pop" sound, Yan Fenghuo was thrown heavily onto the deck. His whole body hurt as if he was about to fall apart, and he could only gasp for breath.
"Give him some water," the wealthy man waved his hand and said with a fierce look on his face: "Get another bottle, I will show this half-dead guy what true shamelessness is today."
Elf held a bottle of water, held Yan Fenghuo's chin with his left hand, and poured it all in at once.
The clear water entered his throat and then flowed to his stomach. Yan Fenghuo suddenly became sober, as if all the pores in his body were opened, expanding the extremely powerful breath of life.
"Sit down for me!" the wealthy man scolded Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo, who felt better after drinking a bottle of water, sat down, stretched out a hand and said, "Here's a cigarette."
The wealthy man was very generous and simply lit two cigarettes and gave them to Yan Fenghuo.
"How to play?" Yan Fenghuo took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Give me some water for those people."
The wealthy man waved his hand and motioned to give Carl and the others a bottle of water each.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Yan Fenghuo exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "My body is very weak now. I need to eat something to play well with you."
"Fuck, can we still play? One moment I want to eat, the next moment I want to smoke." The rich man's eyes widened and he said loudly: "No! Now let's continue the Russian roulette. Whoever loses will take off his clothes."
A piece of clothing!”
"Click! Click!"
The sound of firing was heard, and several rifles were directly pressed against Yan Fenghuo's head.
"Hehehehe..." The rich man smiled, stretched out his hand, turned the mouth of his beer bottle 180 degrees, pointed it at Yan Fenghuo's body, and said proudly: "I win, take it off!"
Seeing the other party's action, Yan Fenghuo was stunned for a moment and said: "You are cheating..."
"Who the hell is cheating?" The wealthy man pulled out a golden version of the revolver and put it against Yan Fenghuo's head, saying disdainfully: "I never cheat, so you stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes!"
Faced with such a shameless old gangster, Yan Fenghuo felt that anything he said was superfluous.
"Tsk!" "Ah!!!..."
A mercenary behind him tore off the damaged clothes on Yan Fenghuo's upper body, along with the dried blood scars. Blood gushed out again, and Yan Fenghuo twitched in pain, as if the skin and flesh on his body had been peeled off.
The wealthy man smelled the odor coming from Yan Fenghuo's wound and smiled happily. He held the mouth of the bottle with his right hand and turned it 360 degrees towards Yan Fenghuo's beer bottle, then pointed the bottle mouth towards Yan Fenghuo again.
"Hahahaha, I win again, take it off!"
With a "chi" sound, a saber cut open Yan Fenghuo's trousers, and then pulled off his lower body clothes with incomparable brutality.
The pain of having clothes torn off along with the wound can drive people crazy. Yan Fenghuo was so painful that he had no strength at all. He lay on the deck and twitched wildly. His whole body was covered in blood, and it was extremely terrifying.
"Keep playing, hehe." The wealthy man licked his lips and turned the beer bottle again to let himself win: "You have nothing to say now, right? No matter if there are two beeps in three games or three wins in five games, I will win."
Yan Fenghuo really didn't have the strength to deal with this old gangster. The pain in his body was like a raging ocean tide, with each wave getting higher and higher.
"Hahahaha..." The wealthy man burst out laughing and said with emotion: "When I was a child, I was most afraid of taking penicillin, because every time I take penicillin, I have to do a skin test. Hey, that feeling is really... indescribable
It feels so good! Boy, I am in a better mood now, so I want you to feel the real feeling of joy, hahahaha..."
Several bottles of liquor were handed over to the wealthy man by the mercenary. They were all high-purity liquor.
The wealthy man bit open the bottle cap and poured all the liquor inside onto Yan Fenghuo's bloody body.
"ah!!!……"
An unspeakable scream of pain came from Yan Fenghuo's mouth. He felt that his whole body was in a sea of fire. The burning pain went deep into his bones, giving him the urge to commit suicide. His eyes were blood-red, and his ears were red.
The unbridled laughter of a group of rich men echoed.
"No... don't..." The injured Chinese woman begged, begging not to treat Yan Fenghuo like this.
"Hahaha, there is still a little girl begging for mercy?" The wealthy man took a swig of white wine and said with an extremely arrogant smile: "Pull that woman over and let these desperate little mandarin ducks have a good experience, quack quack..."
The seriously injured Chinese woman was pulled over, and the gauze on the wound on her right leg was torn open bloodyly, revealing the wound that emanated a peculiar smell. Immediately afterwards, two bottles of high-purity liquor were poured down, and they were poured happily on it.
"ah!……"
A painful scream came from the woman's mouth, her body was shaking wildly, and her hands were flailing wildly, trying to grab something, as if only grabbing something could relieve the pain in her body.
When she didn't know what to grab, her right hand was tightly grasped by a rough and wide palm, and Yan Fenghuo's painful voice came to her ears: "Hold it, they are helping us treat our wounds!"
There was a smile of appreciation in the rich man's eyes, but his face became more and more fierce, and he was shouting and smiling cruelly.
After pouring several bottles of liquor, Yan Fenghuo and the Chinese woman were in so much pain that they couldn't even move their little fingers. Their hands were tightly clasped together, and they lay on their backs in the blood, gasping for air.
If you can faint at this time, you will definitely be the happiest. But Yan Fenghuo did not faint, and even the Chinese woman did not faint. At this point, men can never compare with women. Women are born with qualities that men cannot compare with.
Toughness and endurance are their strengths.
"Do you feel good? Hehe..." The wealthy man squatted down, took out a dazzling saber, and gently placed it on the flesh of Yan Fenghuo's back wound.
"Haha..." Yan Fenghuo smiled weakly and whispered in a still trembling voice: "Thank you..."
With a "chi" sound, a piece of flesh flew away from Yan Fenghuo's body.
"Um!!……"
The pain made Yan Fenghuo's eyes widen suddenly, and he saw the flesh and skin falling off his body.
It was a piece of blackened flesh, or carrion. After drifting for a few days, the wound had become infected and inflamed. If the carrion was not removed, the wound would only spread larger and wider, eventually threatening life.
Hong Scar on the other side of the deck stared at this scene and frowned slightly. Maybe others couldn't see it, but he could clearly see that this was a thrust to heal the two people. Countless thoughts surged through his head for a while.
The most intense thing is what is the relationship between Yan Fenghuo and Tu Xi.
It's just that now it's not a matter of thinking about the relationship between the two of them, but whether Tuo Xiang will let people like him go. No, it's best not to let them go. It's best to take them out of this sea area, even if they can just find a small
Just drop it off the island.
The wealthy man quickly removed the rotten flesh from Yan Fenghuo's wound, took a sip of white wine and spit it heavily on it. The sutured wound on the Chinese woman's thigh was reopened, and the rotten flesh was also removed before the stitches were completed.
The Chinese woman was in so much pain that she could not stop screaming. Carl and the others shrank their heads and did not dare to look here.
After disinfection with high-purity liquor and removal of infected carrion, Yan Fenghuo and the Chinese woman were dripping with blood again. However, they did not shed much blood this time, because their bodies had already been deprived of blood to a dangerous level.
"Sign!" The wealthy man held a piece of paper and placed it in front of Yan Fenghuo, with a simple and honest smile on his face.
This is an IOU, with a 1 written on it, followed by a 0, two 0s, three 0s...seven 0s!
Ten million! Yan Fenghuo was instantly stunned. Even the pain in his body was not as intense as the sensory stimulation given to him by seven zeros hanging behind the one.
"Ten million is not much, right? Hehe." The wealthy man grinned and said: "The biggest sorrow in the world is that people die without spending all their money. I think this kind of sorrow should not appear on you, because it is unreasonable.
.So I help you save a life, that...hehehe, you know..."
"I have no money..." Yan Fenghuo said honestly.
"It doesn't matter if you have money or not, just put your fingerprints on me first." The wealthy man took Yan Fenghuo's right hand, dipped it in blood and made five fingerprints on it.
After drying his fingerprints, the rich man smiled broadly and carefully hid the note close to his body, his face filled with satisfaction.
"Just white wine and carrion removal..."
"You know nothing!" the wealthy man said with a look of disdain: "There is a secret recipe passed down from my family in the liquor, and it is definitely worth the money. I am a serious businessman, and I will never despise cheating. Let's do that.
, let me help you bandage it."
Yan Fenghuo blurted out: "How much?"
"Damn!" The wealthy man glared and shouted dissatisfied: "Money, money, money, do you think I am the kind of person who talks about money for everything? Talking about money hurts feelings, don't think of me as vulgar,
In fact, I am a romantic poet at heart. But...talking about relationships hurts money too much, so it’s better to talk about money and hurt feelings. Not too much, not too much, just one million, it’s just a small amount of money, hehehehe..."
Another IOU was taken out by the wealthy man, with one million written on it very formally in upper and lower case letters.
The fingerprints and bandaging were done in an orderly manner, and the procedures were exactly the same.