Good Morning, Miss Undercover

53

This night, Ai Dong also did not know how he came out from Deng Loong's club. In a daze, his brain had lost its basic thinking function, feeling muddle-headed and had a kind of feeling like he was going to be being struck by lightning.

Of course, he was also thinking of one matter, the only matter that puzzled him.

How did he end up losing almost 8 million, such an astronomical figure?

He did not remember, only vaguely knew that he was tipsy, wanted to drop his head to sleep but unfortunately, Deng Loong's aura was too strong. He could only pinch his own thigh to keep himself awake. Then Deng Loong slightly smiled and pulled out a stack of cards. Deng Loong said he wanted to teach him a new poker game, very exciting and was sure Ai Dong would love it. Tonight Deng Loong was in a good mood and wanted Ai Dong to accompany him to play a few games.

And then he had forced himself to play and the clock.... tick-tock, tick-tock..... ticked away. It was the sound of hypnosis. In his sleepy, hazy state, he started to play the game. He thought that if he accompanied the Boss to play cards for a night, the Boss would spare him once. Thinking of this, he did not know how many games he played, then the expressionless dealer said. "Now you owe the Boss eight million in chips."

"What, what is it? Eight......eight million? Gamble......are we gambling?"

The dealer did not even bat an eyelid, spoke on behalf of the Boss and answered. "Our Boss does not play casually."

The implied meaning was that the Boss was different from ordinary people. So if one's financial base was not strong, then one should not lightly say the word, 'accompany to play' or else the consequences would be bankruptcy or if bad luck persisted, the sum owed was too large, then had to find a building to jump off and must make sure the building was high enough to ensure a leap would end his life. Otherwise, if one did not die and was paralyzed, whilst sitting in a wheelchair, he still had to rack his brains to find ways to pay off his debts.

The cruel cold wind blew and Ai Dong's chaotic brain suddenly cleared. He thought back and forth of the matter again and finally realized that he had fallen into a calculated trap laid by wicked people.

And it was a greatly calculated one.

In the past, reading history books, it was not known how bad people could force people to commit suicide but today he was forced to jump, Ai Dong now thoroughly understood the meaning of life.

He walked in front, in a state of trance, distracted like the wandering souls in the wilderness. Behind him, the big wicked Deng Loong was two steps away and his tall body hidden in the darkness. The curved corners of his mouth were also hidden and his calm footsteps reveal his high spirits.

One in front, one at the back, two people.......can be said that one was in hell and the other in heaven.

The car jockey drove Deng Loong's car over, the headlights turned on and suddenly Dong Zi's whole body shivered, like being electrocuted. The kind of feeling that was brewing for a long time, for the evil hatred, for the rich who bullied the poor and for the bad guys who make calculated moves to trap the police. The shame of it, suddenly burst forth. He became furious and without thinking, he suddenly turned around. With red eyes and standing on tiptoes, he held Deng Loong's collar and stammered. "Bastard, you.....you trapped me! ! ! "

Deng Loong was taller than Dong Zi by a head. He looked condescendingly at him, smiling like a tiger, lifted his eyebrows and casually answered. "What......if it is true?"

"Damn, I.....I'll fight this out with you!"

Under the moonlight, Dong Zi's angry little white face revealed a little juvenile childishness. Deng Loon stretched out his hand, like seizing a little chicken, pulled Dong Zi under his shoulder and Dong Zi was forcefully dragged by him. His hands were still clutching Deng Loong's collar, his mouth muttering and the two of them struggled, looking so ridiculous.