The onlookers were all in an uproar after seeing the mechanism in He Feng's soles and the few spare cards hidden inside.

"Wocao, the crazy three actually came up with this way to hide the cards, it's really cunning enough!"

"Malegobi, Lao Tzu has always admired Mr. Crazy Three before, but I didn't expect this guy to be a Qian!"

"Grass, I said how did I always lose to the crazy three before, it turns out that this kid has been making thousands!"

"If you dare to give a thousand on an occasion like the World Gambling King Series, you must be severely punished!"

"Lock him up and let him sit through the prison!"

"Beat him!"

"According to the rules of the gambling world, chop off his hands!"

For a while, everyone was angry and demanded that He Feng be severely punished.

He Feng collapsed in his chair, already completely collapsed. He was like a dead fish, motionless and silent.

He knew very well in his heart that he was finished.

No matter how he begged for mercy, Qian Weihao would not let him go.

At this time, the Netherworld Venerable said coldly,

"Chop off his limbs, wait for the blood to run out, then cut off his head and throw it into the sea to feed the sharks!"

After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Nether Venerable's cold words made everyone on the lookers gasp.

Although they were also clamoring for He Feng to be severely punished, most of them didn't expect that the punishment measures proposed by the Nether Venerable would be so bloody and cruel.

Qian Weihao quickly stepped forward with a few thugs and looked at He Feng with a hideous expression.

"Execution!"

Qian Weihao waved his hand and gave a cruel order.

Several burly men immediately rushed up, pulled He Feng's limbs apart, and pressed them to the ground.

There was a big man with a meaty face, carrying a sharp axe, and strode over.

At the moment of life and death, He Feng's mind finally came to his senses.

"Qian Dong, I was wrong, spare me! I don't dare anymore! I am willing to make you a cow and a horse, I just ask you to spare my dog's life!"

He Feng shouted desperately in horror.

He wept bitterly, and while struggling desperately, he kept hitting the floor with his head hard, making a thumping sound. He was so hard that after only a few knocks, he broke his forehead, and blood flowed everywhere.

He wanted to use this bitter trick to get a chance to live.

It's a pity that a ruthless character like Qian Weihao will not give him a little pity and sympathy at all.

"Spare you, dreaming!"

Qian Weihao snorted coldly.

At this time, the big man with a sharp axe in his hand had already raised his sharp axe high.

"Don't~~~~ Don't~~~~~~"

He Feng looked at the sharp axe that shone with cold light, and his soul was frightened.

Knowing what happened today, he wouldn't have dared to make a thousand in the game no matter what!

Unfortunately, it was already late.

A cold light flashed, and the axe slammed into his right arm.

After a snort, He Feng's right arm was chopped off from the shoulder.

"Ah~~~~~~h

He Feng screamed miserably, and fainted at that time.

Blood soon poured out from He Feng's broken arm, and in the blink of an eye, a large patch flowed out, making the nearby floor crimson.

The crowd of onlookers, frightened by this cruel scene, exclaimed in surprise and retreated, for fear of being splashed with blood.

Some timid people even peed their pants on the spot.

The sharp axe flew up again, and with another scream, He Feng's left arm was also chopped off entirely.

At this time, He Feng had already turned into a bloody man, and his consciousness was not clear, but he only knew that he let out a terrible howl one after another.

If this situation continues, before the execution is completed, He Feng will be tortured to death.

"Don't let him die so soon!

Qian Weihao said coldly.

Soon, one of his subordinates stepped forward, took out a syringe filled with an unknown liquid, and gave He Feng an injection.

He Feng, who was still delirious just now, suddenly came to his senses.

"Qian Dong, I beg you, spare me!

He Feng shouted again.

Qian Weihao waved his hand again and said indifferently,

"Keep the execution!"

The axe flew into the air again.

After several terrible screams in a row, He Feng's legs were also cut off from the root of his thighs.

At this moment, even under the stimulation of drugs, He Feng, who barely maintained his consciousness, could no longer bear it.

He tilted his head and died in a pool of blood.

At the same time, he had lost the remains of his limbs and was still convulsing from time to time.

"Qian Dong, are you going to chop off his head now?"

The executioner asked.

"Don't worry! Didn't you just say it? Wait until all his blood is gone, and then chop off his head!"

Qian Weihao said indifferently.

So, He Feng, whose limbs were cut off, lay miserably in a pool of blood, and blood was still gushing out of the severed limbs all the time.

The VIP room became silent, and the air was filled with a thick atmosphere of blood and terror.

The onlookers who had retreated into the distance were so frightened by this scene that they didn't even dare to breathe, and their faces were pale and stunned.

At this time, Ye Hao frowned, got up and stood up from the dragon chair.

"Qian Weihao, killing people is not enough, are you too cruel to do this?"

Ye Hao said unhappily.

"Ye Dong, I'm sorry to surprise you! However, in order to take the discipline of the competition seriously, in order to ensure that nothing like this happens in the final stage, we must do this!"

Qian Weihao said.

"Hmph, come out and mix, you always have to pay it back!"

Ye Hao coldly dropped a sentence and turned to leave.

He didn't plan to stay any longer to celebrate his victory, but beckoned Zhang Qingshan and the fat man, and quickly left this bloody place.

Ye Hao's words seemed to mean something, and after Qian Weihao heard it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't know if Ye Hao just said something angry casually, or if he was mocking them, he had to be careful.

He stared at Ye Hao's distant back with flickering eyes, and looked at it for a while before he gradually withdrew his gaze.

Then the executioner came forward and said,

"Qian Dong, the blood of the crazy third is almost gone, can you chop off his head?"

"Well, after chopping off his head, wash it, put it in a glass box, and put it at the entrance of the casino, so that the gamblers on the gambling boat can take a good look!

Qian Weihao said.

"Throw the rest into the sea?"

The executioner asked again.

"Hmm!"

Qian Weihao waved his hand impatiently, and then turned around and left here.

Those players who had already lost the game no longer wanted to stay here and ran out of the VIP hall as if they were running for their lives.

And those players who had not yet finished the game all retreated to the corner of the VIP room, looking at He Feng who was still lying in a pool of blood with a pale face.

They wanted to run away as well, but the game wasn't over yet, and they had to stay here.

A cold light swept by, and He Feng's head rolled down.

(End of chapter)