"Qiao Chengfan, why did you come to me?" Ji Changmu walked over with a cold face, and the smoke enveloped his stern face.

"I don't know how good your poker skills are? How about we play big tonight and accept defeat?" Qiao Chengfan lit a cigarette and held the cards in his hand without looking at Ji Changmu.

The other three men looked at each other, want to play cards?

"What do you want to bet on?"

"It's very simple. Play until eleven o'clock at night. If you win, I will spare your life. If you lose, you will cut off your own arm."

After saying that, Qiao Chengfan pulled out a dagger and threw it to the ground!

The sound of "Boom" frightened several women so much that they did not dare to look at the bright daggers on the ground.

"Why should I bet with you?"

"That's it, I have the final say in the capital."

One of the men cheered and said with a smile: "Sir, in the capital, Mr. Qiao's words are the rules. Since you are here, you should abide by the rules. Besides, in this private room, do you have a choice?"

"It's OK to bet. If I win, you will not be allowed to interfere with your sister's personal life from now on; if I lose, I will cut off my own arm." Ji Changmu said coldly.

"It's a joke, you can change the rules I set? Third child, give him some color." Qiao Chengfan held the cards and smoked a cigarette, his eyes cold, "No one dares to provoke me in my territory."

A tall man suddenly stood up and punched Ji Changmu!

Ji Changmu kicked the table away, moved his wheelchair backwards, and avoided his fists, his eyes as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.

He knew that Qiao Chengfan could not win with any force, but with many tricks, and it was impossible to compete with him openly.

Seeing that his fist failed to hit Ji Changmu, the man stepped forward and tried to choke Ji Changmu!

The man was young, vigorous and strong, but he didn't believe he couldn't kill a lame man.

Ji Changmu dodged again and stretched out his arm to block the man's fist.

When several women saw them fighting, they were frightened and ran away, not daring to go up and try to persuade them.

The private room was filled with the smell of cigarettes and perfume, and was filled with smoke.

"A Yong." Ji Changmu called out.

Outside, Ayong had a fight with several bodyguards guarding the door and rushed into the private room!

When he saw Ji Changmu being bullied, he immediately grabbed the man's arm and threw him to the ground over his shoulder!

A Yong is so skilled that none of the bodyguards outside are his match, let alone these second-generation guys who only know boxing and kicking.

"Fuck!" the man roared, grinning in pain, "Fuck you, stop it!"

A Yong didn't let go, Qiao Chengfan suddenly stood up and punched A Yong in the face!

A Yong didn't know who this was, so he thought he was bullying Mr. Ji and kicked him!

Qiao Chengfan dodged away, but when he thought that Ji Changmu's people dared to hit him, his face became cold and depressed, and he punched A Yong again!

A Yong was not afraid of him at all. When Ji Changmu didn't say anything, he stepped on the rich second generation and fought Qiao Chengfan with nothing.

He strikes quickly and accurately and has received professional training!

Within a few minutes, Qiao Chengfan, who had always had good skills, was punched several times by A Yong, and he became angry: "I think you are tired of living."

Ji Changmu's eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair, pulled out the gun at hand, and put it to his temple before Qiao Chengfan!

Qiao Chengfan's hand stopped at his waist, and he was too slow to draw his gun.
Chapter completed!