Chapter Seventy-One: Deadly?

"Yes, there's something to say, little brother." The smile on the middle-aged man's face was even more ugly than crying, he was controlling his body not to shake too much, but he was still shaking like a sieve, and the sweat on his forehead fell with the shaking body.

"Say what?" Mo Zishu asked knowingly, a hint of a playful smile flashed in her eyes, and the hand clasped around the man's neck did not relax a little.

"Little brother, it's because I have eyes and don't know Taishan, I shouldn't treat you like this, you, you just let me go." The middle-aged man's voice trembled, and his throat was so uncomfortable that it seemed like he would be robbed of all his oxygen at any moment.

"You see how much they enjoy their expressions, and you didn't make it happen, why don't you try it?" Mo Zishu whispered softly in the middle-aged man's ear, as if a demon had discovered a fun game and was reluctant to let go.

The middle-aged man stopped speaking for a moment.

"Boss, boss." At this time, a waiter broke in, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but shout in panic.

And the middle-aged man just glanced at the waiter and didn't pay attention to it, after all, he couldn't pin his hopes on a waiter who could only hold a wine glass and watch the gambling table.

"Why don't you let him save you?" Mo Zishu looked at the waiter who broke in, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, the chance of breaking in under such a special situation at this time is really not very likely.

The middle-aged man ignored Mo Zishu's words, what should he do now?

"Let go of our boss." The waiter stood not far from Mo Zishu and looked around briefly with his eyes, and saw that the four bodyguards were still lying on the ground, and he was shocked at the skills of the short man in front of him.

The next moment, the waiter took out a pocket-sized pistol from his waist and aimed it in the direction of Mo Zishu.

The middle-aged man thought his chance had come, and his eyes lit up when he saw the waiter pull out the gun.

"Save me, save me, save me, I'll give you money, I'll give you as much as you want." The middle-aged man began to struggle, the green tendons on his forehead, neck and neck were open angrily, and his eyes were red, as if he would be saved in the next moment.

Mo Zishu didn't look panicked at all now, the black baseball cap was buckled on the top of her head to cover her eyes with playful emotions, and the other palm that held the middle-aged man's body had an extra hairpin that slipped from between the sleeves, and the fingertips gently slid across the front end of the hairpin, and the originally round hairpin instantly became sharp and pressed against the middle-aged man's waist.

The middle-aged man, who was already in a state of excitement, did not notice that there was an extra sharp blade on his waist, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the waiter with the gun.

In fact, the waiter couldn't take Mo Zishu's attitude, the gun in his hand was stolen from the guests in the membership hall on the second floor, in order to solve the owner of the underground casino, who knew that now he was facing another scene, the person he had always wanted to kill, the life was now in the hands of someone else, and that person used money to tempt him and become the reward for saving him, money, he has always been short of money, and now he urgently needs money, but that person must die.

"What are you still hesitating about, save me, kill this person." Seeing that the waiter had been hesitating, the middle-aged man became irritable and stared at the waiter opposite with cracked eyes.

The waiter was shocked by the middle-aged man's roar, what should he choose? If he kills him, he won't have any money, but if he kills the short man, he doesn't want to bring innocent people in, but in the end he will get a lot of money, what should he do?

"Kill him quickly, kill him, I'll open the vault here immediately, you can take as much as you want, if it's not enough, I can also give you the vault in other places." The middle-aged man roared at the waiter, but his body didn't dare to struggle excessively, because every time he moved, every time he yelled, there would be a sharp pressure pain in his throat, and his life was the most important thing at this moment.

The waiter's eyes lit up when he heard this, money, for him, money is the most important thing, what he wants is money, how much money does the vault have to hold, he can not only pay off the gambling debts owed, but also use the remaining money to gamble with the hungry, eat, drink and have fun everywhere, he doesn't have to worry about money for survival in his life, he is about to become a rich man.

"You give me the key to the vault first, and then I will consider whether to save you." However, the waiter was not so stupid as to be so stupid, and asked the middle-aged man for the key to the vault first.

"No keys, passwords, passwords, passwords, passwords are 34345679." The middle-aged man was afraid that the waiter would regret it, so he immediately told him the password of the vault.

The waiter held the gun and carefully aimed it at the man behind the middle-aged man, and there was a glint in his eyes that could not be concealed, which was the desire for money.

"Hahahahahahaha, I'm going to get rich, save you, what else do you do, this money will be mine soon, you must die too, hahahahahaha." The waiter looked at the middle-aged man and Mo Zishu, and when he came to the password lock in front of the vault, he entered the password, smiling with an arrogant face.

"What do you mean, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale when he heard this, his money, and he was going to die immediately.

"A lot of money, a lot of money, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get rich, hahahahahaha, how can I save you from you dead old man, you hurt me to break up my family and wife, I can't wait for you to die immediately, how can I save you, you just dream there." The waiter looked at the neatly stacked banknotes in front of him, stacks after stacks, and even gold bars in them that were shining, and his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and his saliva was about to flow out.

The middle-aged man was even more desperate when he heard this, and he didn't care that Mo Zishu was still threatening his life.

"And you, you can't leave, you have to die here, everyone in this room except me has to die here, hahahahahaha, this room is really good, there is a separate lock inside, people outside can't get in, I can kill you slowly." The waiter had lost his benignness at this time, and was stimulated by the money to go crazy.

Seeing this, Mo Zishu chuckled and shook her head, letting go of the middle-aged man's throat, she saw too many people who have lost their minds because of money, they can give up anything, just to get money.

"What are you going to do?" The waiter clenched the gun in his hand, watched Mo Zishu walk in his direction, raised the gun and aimed it at Mo Zishu, his hands trembled slightly.

Mo Zishu could see that this person was still a little timid, in addition to trembling with the gun, he was even sweating, he had never killed anyone, and he was questioning whether he could take a few lives because of money.

"What do you say?" Mo Zishu tilted her head and asked, her black baseball cap covered most of her face, and all she could see was the slightly raised corners of her mouth, with a touch of indifferent coldness.

"Bang."

The waiter finally shot at Mo Zishu, but in the end it failed.

The bullet grazed Mo Zishu's ear and eventually landed on the wall, leaving a black hole with smoke billowing.

The middle-aged man was frightened by the gunshot, and fell down on the chair, his face pale.

"Tut-tut, you're a little too tender." Mo Zishu didn't suppress her voice anymore, revealing a faint mockery.

"You're a woman?" The waiter was startled by Mo Zishu's sudden change in voice, and seeing Mo Zishu getting closer and closer to him, he began to panic in his heart.

"Do you know how to play with guns?" Mo Zishu's figure flashed, like a thunderbolt of lightning approaching the waiter, so fast that people only felt a flying shadow passing by.

Just when the waiter was still surprised and frightened, Mo Zishu suddenly disappeared in place, Mo Zishu had already come to his back and pulled away the gun he was holding tightly in his hand.

"You, when did you come here?" The waiter quickly retreated with a frightened expression, and finally tripped his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot, looking at Mo Zishu's expression as frightened as if he was watching a ghost.

"That's it." Mo Zishu threw the black gun up and down casually in the palm of his hand, and didn't seem to be worried that the gun would go off.

But in the next moment, the waiter saw the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him, as if announcing the imminent arrival of death, and he was waiting for the verdict.

"That's how guns play." Mo Zishu pulled the trigger and aimed it at the waiter's eyebrows, but the next moment another bullet was fired from the chamber.

At such a distance, the waiter was already as pale as a dying man, and just as he closed his eyes thinking that the bullet was about to enter his head, he heard the sound of bullets crashing together.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the woman in the hat holding the gun in her hand and aimed at the bullet fired earlier, and the two bullets quickly rear-ended, and the second bullet instantly caused the first bullet to deviate from its original course, brushing the ends of the hair on the top of his head, and he even smelled the smell of burning fever.

There was no silence, the sound of the gun was still extremely loud, the middle-aged man sat on the chair and looked at everything in front of him with a dull look, and even couldn't believe that the plot was so reversed, and the deafening gunfire made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Gambling itself is an extremely dangerous game, since you have chosen it, why blame it for breaking up your family and wife, isn't it caused by you, you didn't control the temptation, only saw that gambling can bring you huge wealth for a while, but you didn't see the other side of gambling cruel and cold-blooded, the family is ruined, maybe you will say that since this is the case, why does this thing exist in this world, this is something we can't control, what we can control is our body, mind, Brain, Heart." Before leaving, Mo Zishu said such a paragraph, she didn't think about the life of anyone present, maybe she said it to the waiter, or maybe it was for herself.

All misfortunes are self-inflicted, everyone's heart is greedy, wanting far more than they get, control itself is a difficult thing, but the key is whether you do it or not, not how much it tempts you.