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Richard Rob hummed a tune and ran his hand over the few thinning hairs on top of his head, clearly feeling very good about himself. Especially tonight when he played poker with his old friends, he had a very smooth hand and won a few thousand dollars, and he was already thinking about how to have some fun on the weekend.

As a casting director, Richard Rob's income is not bad, plus the occasional extra money is enough to support him to live a relatively good life, and playing poker is a big hobby after work.

Poker is a very popular activity in the U.S. because it's much more casual than playing mahjong (yes, Americans have learned to play mahjong too) and the venue requirements are much simpler. Not only are there a variety of poker tournaments held every year, with prizes in the millions of dollars at every turn, but many people also enjoy this entertainment privately.

Richard Rob's circle of friends is relatively fixed, and the locations are all in the suites of the Mondrian Hotel. This hotel at 8440 Sunset Boulevard (sunset_Boulevard) in West Hollywood is very nice and quiet, perfect for card friends.

Humming an out-of-tune broken tune, Richard shook the car keys in his hand, and slowly walked to the corner of the parking lot outside the hotel, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a dark shadow shaking in the corner of his eyes, but before he could react, he felt a pain in the back of his head......

I don't know how long it took, but Richard finally woke up slowly, and in his drowsiness he saw that it was pitch black in front of him, as if his head had been blindfolded by something, and he could only squeeze a few glimmers of light through the gaps in the coarse cloth. He subconsciously moved, only to find that his hands and feet were tied, probably sitting on a chair, and even his mouth was gagged.

"Hmm! Hmmmm!! ”

Richard Rob's mind was in turmoil, had he been kidnapped, or had something happened? He tried desperately to make a sound, but his tightly gagged mouth could only whine, what seemed to be a rag from nowhere, and the stench was so thick that it almost made him faint again.

"He's awake."

Someone next to him finally spoke, it was a soft female voice, Richard felt a little more relaxed after hearing it, in his subconscious, women are always soft-hearted, much easier to deal with.

But if he could see the scene around him, I'm afraid he wouldn't think like that. The voice of this woman is Gus, and since he can't make Richard Rob disappear from this world completely, he needs to use some simple means to avoid trouble. And the demon's special physique allows him to imitate almost any sound, and only needs to make some small adjustments to the vocal structure.

Richard desperately made a sound, trying to get the woman's attention, preferably by removing the rag that gags his mouth, and he could use words to take the initiative. However, to his disappointment, a heavy fist struck him in the soft underbelly without warning, and the sudden sharp pain made Venus flash in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted again in pain.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"

The silence was terrifying, except for the dull sound of fists falling on Richard, and the other party seemed to be more than one person, and the attack was very fierce, and the blows hurt him to the bone marrow. It was less than a minute, and it seemed like a century to Richard, and he felt as if the other party was intent on beating him to death, desperately struggling and making a sound, but there was no response, only the silent abuse and beating.

Richard was filled with fear and almost despaired. The other party didn't even say a word, and it was this kind of beating that didn't give him any chance that made him full of powerlessness and unbearable pain for the first time, and he almost collapsed.

Is he going to die like this......

"All right......" The woman's voice finally sounded again, and it sounded like a choir aria in Richard's ears. After just over a minute of beating, he had almost fallen into a semi-coma again, his whole body was in pain, sweat poured out, his clothes were already wet, and he didn't even have the strength to support his body. If it weren't for the tie-up, it was estimated that he would have fallen to the ground softly.

The beating finally stopped, and the stinky rag in his mouth was also pulled out, and then Richard did not recover for a long time, and could only gasp with difficulty, feeling that there was no pain in his whole body, and his lungs were as uncomfortable as a fire, like an old bellows making a "ho-ho" gasping sound.

"Richard Rob, now I say, listen. You are not allowed to speak without my permission. The previous words were very brief, and Richard had not yet noticed anything unusual. Now that I hear it in my ears, I just feel that this woman's voice is not like a human at all, full of mechanical, cold feelings, and completely devoid of feelings. Such a voice made him shudder a little, gasped for a few breaths, and subconsciously wanted to beg for mercy.

However, the terrible executioners seemed to be watching his movements at all times, and before Richard could make a sound, the fist fell on him again, forcing him to swallow the words that came to his lips into a bitter howl.

Without a rag to gag his mouth, his voice was as loud as killing a pig, partly because of the unbearable pain, and partly because he wanted to see if he could get the attention of the people nearby.

It's a pity that within a moment, he was in pain again and couldn't make a sound.

It's horrible! These people really don't care if they beat themselves to death! Richard Rob's drowsy brain was filled with fear of his unknown fate.

"There are no living creatures in a 10-kilometer radius here, so you don't need to waste your efforts." Gus clearly understood what he was up to, and reminded nonchalantly. "If you don't stop making sounds, the pain will never stop."

Of course he didn't care about Richard Robb's life or death, if it weren't for Li Jie's order, this weak scum in his eyes would have died ten thousand times. The people who do it are all experienced veterans, and the macho men who are very familiar with the structure of the human body can almost play hundreds of tricks to beat people, whether it is the angle or the part of the force. While it makes the beaten person feel painful, it is difficult to leave any visible scars. Of course, because they were too ruthless, the examination could still show the clues, but apparently no one cared about this.

Richard Rob finally couldn't stand the pain anymore and obediently stopped his mouth, or maybe he was so painful that he didn't have the strength to scream.