"Nine thousand!"
Suddenly, Mr. Sean laid down his mahjong tile, startling Benjamin Carter who shuddered on the floor.
"How, how could it be nine thousand," Benjamin Carter said dryly to Mr. Sean.
Mr. Sean lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, which made his words a bit muffled, "Why wouldn’t it be nine thousand? I just played nine thousand."
Benjamin Carter saw the tile Mr. Sean had played, but before he could even sigh in relief, Mr. Sean continued.
"But what you owe isn’t that little."
After saying that, Mr. Sean let out a grunt, slapped his thigh, and pushed the tiles in front of him.
"I’m lucky today, won again, even Benjamin Carter has co to pay back."
"Mr., Mr. Sean..."
Benjamin Carter stamred, "I’m not here to pay, I..."
"You’re not here to pay, then what are you here for?"
Mr. Sean finally looked over at Benjamin Carter. When his eyes fixed on Benjamin Carter, he felt a chill rising from his feet.
"I..." Benjamin Carter’s teeth chattered in fright, unable to utter another word.
"Could it be you’re here to persuade to give you a few more days?" Mr. Sean adjusted the jacket on his shoulders, then leaned down to look at the banknotes in front of him, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
"You’ve been on the run for so many days, I haven’t even settled the score with you yet."
Saying this, Mr. Sean backhanded Benjamin Carter’s cheek, each slap harder than the last, quickly reddening and swelling his face, yet Benjamin Carter dared not make a sound.
"Mr. Sean, Mr. Sean listen to , I will definitely pay you back, please don’t be in a hurry."
"You’re talking nonsense, can’t I rush you when you owe money?" Mr. Sean looked impatiently at Benjamin Carter, then signaled to his lackey behind him.
Suddenly, the lackey slamd the table and pulled out a small knife from sowhere, grabbing Benjamin Carter’s hand.
With a clang, several n pushed Benjamin Carter down onto the mahjong table, pressing his face against it, imprinting several "ten thousand" characters into his cheek.
Benjamin Carter scread loudly in fear, yet his right hand was forcefully held down on the mahjong table.
"Mr. Sean! Mr. Sean!" Benjamin Carter’s voice broke, he struggled but couldn’t break free; his legs were incessantly trembling.
"You say these lousy hands can’t win any money, so why keep them?"
Mr. Sean thrust the knife next to Benjamin Carter’s hand, the sharp blade cutting his skin.
Seeing the blood on the knife, Benjamin Carter nearly passed out.
He trembled all over, then a nauseating odor drifted through the air, and Mr. Sean turned his head to see Benjamin Carter had wet his pants.
Mr. Sean’s lackeys, noticing this, started to mock Benjamin Carter.
"Mr. Sean..."
Benjamin Carter swallowed hard, his voice quavering, his face pale with fear, "Please, please show rcy, give five more days. I promise I can get the money to pay you back within five days."
"Five days?" Mr. Sean toyed with the knife, his tone rising slightly.
"Three days, just three days! Three days are also fine! Mr. Sean, you believe , this ti I won’t trick you!"
Benjamin Carter’s eyes stayed glued to the knife in Mr. Sean’s hand, terrified he might stab down again.
"Word is bond," Mr. Sean responded, and then soone helped throw Benjamin Carter out.
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