MM Racing Chapter 152: Hua Zai Rong lost all his money and even his hand.
Chapter 152: Hua Zai Rong lost all his money and even his hand.
So, after hearing Romant's words, Hua Zirong gritted his teeth and stepped forward, saying, "Old Mo, since Romant says you cheated, then you definitely cheated. I demand to see your cards."
At this moment, Lei Luo couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, saying, "Hua Zai Rong, have you thought this through? According to the rules, your hand really does have to be cut off. I hope you'll consider this carefully. Don't blame me for being ruthless later."
Hua Zai Rong said, "Brother Le, I'm betting on this hand. I believe Robert."
Lei Luo nodded helplessly: "Alright, Brother Mo, what do you say?"
Old Mo shrugged and said, "He's asking for it, what can I do? Let him get tested!"
Both parties agreed and prepared to inspect the license plates.
The chief referee stepped forward and said, "According to casino rules, accusing someone of cheating without evidence is punishable by having one's hand chopped off if the accusation fails. With both parties' consent, we will now begin verifying the cards."
If there are no duplicate cards in this hand, and there are enough cards, then it proves that Mr. Mo did not cheat.
Conversely, if there are duplicate aces in this hand, it proves that Mr. Murdoch cheated. Does either party have any objections?
If one of these three aces was stolen by Old Mo from somewhere else, then there will definitely be an extra ace in this hand.
Both parties nodded, with no objection.
The chief referee began checking the cards in full view of everyone.
Everyone's hearts tightened once again.
Old Mo also stared intently at the chief referee, fearing that he and Hua Zirong were colluding to frame him.
As it turns out, this chief referee did have some professional ethics.
After final verification, it was found that there were no missing or duplicate cards in the deck.
Romant stared intently at the deck of cards, and sure enough, he spotted the Ten of Hearts. Romant was stunned; how could the Ten of Hearts still be in that pile of cards?
Could it be that Lao Mo really didn't cheat, or that the cards were genuinely mixed up?
At that moment, Romant's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
He knew he had lost, lost utterly and completely, and he was convinced of his defeat.
The chief referee announced, "The entire deck of cards has been verified. There are no extra, no missing, and no duplicate cards. It matches the cards that were just dealt perfectly. Therefore, Mr. Mo did not cheat."
Gaa...
Hua Zirong stood there, completely stunned. He was dumbfounded, utterly dumbfounded.
He turned and glared angrily at Romant: "You bastard, didn't you say he was cheating? You can't even beat a newbie, and you call yourself some kind of French gambling god? I'll fuck your mother!"
Hua Zirong rushed forward and angrily punched Romant in the face.
"Get him! Hold this bastard down! I'm going to chop off his hand first!"
Hua Zirong shouted angrily.
Immediately afterwards, his henchmen rushed forward and angrily pinned Romant down.
Damn it, I was killed by that Romant.
"No, Brother Rong, you can't do that! I was just hired by you, we're just business partners, I'm not your henchman. You dare to kill me?"
Romant also shouted loudly, filled with extreme anger.
Hua Zirong's eyes were red.
"You bastard, you lost the money, fine, but you even tried to cheat me out of my hand. If I don't chop you off today, I, Hua Zai Rong, am finished. Hold him down..."
Hua Zirong's underlings handed him a large machete.
Enraged, Hua Zirong raised his large machete and slashed down in fury.
"Aaaaaah, woohoo woohoo woohoo..."
Romant's arm was cleanly severed. He clutched his severed arm in agony, rolling wildly on the ground.
Hua Zirong stared at Romant, who was rolling on the ground, his eyes red.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"I, Hua Zai Rong, will never run a casino again, and I will never gamble again. Hahahaha..."
Hua Zai Rong laughed loudly, then suddenly stretched out his left arm, holding a knife in his left hand, and slashed it down hard.
"Pfft..."
With a soft "plop," Hua Zirong chopped off his own left hand.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Hua Zirong clutched his severed arm and screamed in agony.
"Brother Rong, Brother Rong..."
Hua Zai Rong's henchmen immediately ran over and helped him up.
"Ugh."
Lei Luo sighed and said loudly, "What are you waiting for? Pick up your hand and go to the hospital to see if it can be reattached!"
"Yes, Brother Le."
As if they had received a royal decree, Hua Zirong's henchmen quickly picked up his hand, helped him up, and ran away.
"Me too, me too! I want to take over too, I want to take over too..."
Romant shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, the people who had accompanied Romant rushed over, helped him up, picked up his hand, and headed towards the hospital.
At the scene, Hua Zirong's side of people quickly ran away completely.
This is the consequence of gambling, no matter how skilled you are. There's always someone better, and you'll eventually run into trouble.
So brothers, cherish life and stay away from gambling.
Old Mo picked up his suit and put it on.
"Let's go, let's split the money."
So here's the question: Lei Luo invested 100 million. Guys, how much do you think we should give him in dividends?
The withdrawal process was smooth; they negotiated with bank staff throughout.
Old Mo patted Lei Luo on the shoulder and said, "Brother Le, thank you for supporting me with 100 million. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to win this bet."
"We've won 600 million now. According to the profit-sharing system, I should give you 200 million. So now I should give you 300 million, is that right?"
Lei Luo quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, Brother Mo, you can't do it that way. I'll take one hundred million, and the betting amount is three hundred million."
If I win, I'll get 100 million, so just give me 200 million.
As for the extra 300 million, that was earned through your own abilities, it has nothing to do with me. Therefore, I'll just take 200 million.
Old Mo looked at him and smiled.
Regardless of what the real-life inspiration for Lü Yue was like, in the world of Chasing the Dragon, this Lei Luo is truly a good person. He's someone you could be a brother to.
"Brother Le, that's not how you do business. Since we're partners, the profits should be distributed according to the proportion of the capital."
So, I'm giving you 200 million; it's what you deserve. Without your 100 million investment, I wouldn't have earned this much money.
Lei Luo waved his hand and said, "Brother Mo, you're putting me in a bad position by saying that. I'd rather not have that extra 100 million! Even if you give it to me, I won't take it."
One wants to give, the other doesn't, that's a tricky situation.
"If you really don't want it, then I think we should just leave it at that!"
Finally, Lao Mo looked at Wu Shih-hao.
"Brother Hao, here's the 100 million. Take it and get the lighter factory up and running for me. I'll provide the technology and the money; 51% of the shares isn't too much, is it?"
The remaining shares are yours to divide between the two of you; how you divide them is none of my business. Okay, that's settled. Hurry up and get the paperwork done; I need to go back and draw up the blueprints.