The shrill screams echoed through the casino as Wen Kuohai's hands were pressed to the ground, and a casino thug mercilessly chopped them off.
Having agreed to gamble with Ning Fan, the outcome was not surprising—Wen Kuohai lost, and the price was his hands.
Ning Fan didn't personally do the job, instead letting the casino's thugs take care of that guy's hands.
The screams that came from Wen Kuohai, whose hands had been rendered useless, were like those of a pig being slaughtered.
Ning Fan coldly watched them, everyone else turned their heads away, not daring to meet his eyes, for fear they would be next.
Xiao Jianming also arrived at this moment, looking at Ning Fan with a complicated expression, and then he sighed.
"Your injury has healed?" Seeing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ning Fan asked Xiao Jianming a question.
The last time he saw Xiao Jianming was when Huo Qiuran was attacked; at that time, Xiao Jianming was almost dragged into Ghost Gate Pass.
Luckily, Ning Fan arrived in time, otherwise, Xiao Jianming would probably have grass growing on his grave by now.
It was because of this that Xiao Jianming felt guilty towards Ning Fan. The Dragon's Eye matter was somewhat related to him, but today he had stumbled upon Dragon's Eye attempting to make a move on Ning Fan, which was very embarrassing.
"It's fully healed, thanks to you last time. About Sister Huo, she..."
"No need for thanks, but later on, I have a favor to ask of you," Ning Fan interrupted Xiao Jianming, shifting the topic quickly when he was about to mention Huo Qiuran.
Xiao Jianming felt helpless; he wanted to tell Ning Fan that Huo Qiuran missed him deeply, but Ning Fan was very sensitive and simply didn't give him the chance to say it.
Thinking about Huo Qiuran's feelings for Ning Fan, Xiao Jianming felt unsettled again, his emotions towards Ning Fan becoming extremely complex, filled with gratitude but also something akin to envy and jealousy.
If it had been before, Xiao Jianming might now be angrily accusing Ning Fan of avoiding Huo Qiuran, but because of what happened last time, his perception of Ning Fan had changed, and he felt he had no right to say such things to Ning Fan.
"It's not really a favor. You have been kind to me, so just say whatever you need, as long as I can do it."
Xiao Jianming shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
Ning Fan knew that Xiao Jianming was still troubled about Huo Qiuran and his situation, his own expression turning a bit helpless.
"It's nothing major. Just this casino—if you have the time, watch over it more closely to prevent them from doing such harmful deeds."
Xiao Jianming hadn't expected it to be such an easy task.
"Oh, and another thing, don't let this guy show up here again. If you see him, even if you have to break his legs, throw him out!"
Ning Fan suddenly remembered Lan Haishan, pointing at that guy, his tone turning vicious.
Poor Lan Haishan could only shrink behind Lan Kexin, shivering with fear.
Lan Kexin knew that Ning Fan did this for her; she just didn't know what to say at that moment. Ning Fan had helped her so many times; if she had to express her gratitude, perhaps... committing herself to him might be the only way...
At this thought, Lan Kexin's face turned a shade of red.
"I understand, I will take care of this matter."
Xiao Jianming nodded solemnly. He would definitely take this matter to heart. Previously, he had no ties to the gambling house, but now that Ning Fan had spoken, he had a reason to get involved.
Meanwhile, Wen Kuohai's people had brought over the five million. Seeing the money, Lan Haishan suddenly became very diligent, darting out and shouting, "Let me do it, let me do it!"
Ning Fan rolled his eyes, and Lan Kexin, feeling rather embarrassed, couldn't help but cover her face.
Lan Haishan took the two large cases. Ning Fan didn't stop him; after all, they needed someone for the heavy lifting, and Lan Haishan seemed fit for the job.
"Then we shall be leaving, hoping to meet again if fate allows," said Ning Fan, waving his hand. He took Lan Kexin's hand with style and left the gambling house, while Lan Haishan followed, tottering behind with the two cases filled with money.
Xiao Jianming watched Ning Fan's retreating figure, hesitating many times as if he had something he wanted to say on Huo Qiuran's behalf. But when the words reached his lips, he simply couldn't say them; it seemed he had no place to speak on these matters.
After leaving the gambling house, Ning Fan led Lan Kexin to find his car, planning to take her home.
Lan Haishan, following closely behind the two, had eyes gleaming with excitement. Upon leaving the gambling house, he had determined that he must latch onto Ning Fan's coattails.
To Lan Haishan, someone like Wen Kuohai represented the wealthiest and most powerful people he knew. Yet they were tamed so thoroughly by Ning Fan, whose status was clearly superior. Who wouldn't want such a wealthy, powerful, and capable son-in-law?
Seeing Ning Fan and Lan Kexin walk faster and faster, Lan Haishan, who was following behind, shouted, "Good son-in-law, dear daughter, wait for me!"
"Dad, what nonsense are you spouting now?!"
Lan Kexin stopped, turned back, and yelled at Lan Haishan.
But Lan Haishan didn't care and shamelessly continued, "I know about your relationship, no need to be shy. From today on, he is our family's son-in-law! Good son-in-law, since you're taking my daughter, you must give a token of appreciation, right? One million, just one million, and I'll hand over my daughter to you!"
Lan Kexin didn't expect Lan Haishan could be so shameless, and she was so angry that she trembled, her already tearful eyes welling up even more, and tears started to fall.
This man's skin was thicker than a city wall, hopelessly so!
Seeing Lan Haishan upset Lan Kexin again, Ning Fan was so angry he couldn't contain himself. He turned around and started to pummel Lan Haishan.
"Hey, hey, hey, good son-in-law, stop hitting me! Let's make it eighty... sixty... fifty... thirty... twenty thousand... Son-in-law, ten thousand has to be okay, right? My daughter is an Advanced white-collar worker; she has the figure and the looks; ten thousand is not too much to ask for, right?"
Lan Haishan thought he had set the price too high, so he kept dropping it rapidly. Lan Kexin bit her lip and could only cry silently.
Seeing Lan Haishan was unrepentant and still treating Lan Kexin like an object for sale, Ning Fan's blows grew harder and harder.
Eventually, Lan Haishan, frightened by the beating, quickly cried out, "I don't want money anymore, giving her away for free is fine, right?"
"Scumbag, get lost, and don't let me see you again!"
Ning Fan didn't continue to hit him; now, he thought his hands were too dirty to touch Lan Haishan!