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"Thump, thump..."

Without any warning, more than a dozen headsless bodies fell to the cracked concrete floor one after another.Blood spurted out from the smooth incision like a high-pressure water gun.

Yan Liang stepped into the thick pool of blood and casually dusted the corners of his clothes. Then, he scanned the corpses on the ground with his strange pure white left eye.

"I just said..."

Yan Liang spoke softly, with a calm and leisure tone in his tone:

"If you don't wear a decent set of clothes at work, something could happen."

The hall was so quiet that only the hissing sound of blood was heard, and the sound of Dongshan Xiaohong huddled under the gambling table in the corner, covering his mouth and making retching sounds.

Everyone present, as long as they were swept by Yan Liang's gaze, without exception, all looked away like an electric shock, and their whole bodies were shaking like chaff.

There is no doubt that in this room filled with the strong smell of blood, even if Yanliang is unarmed, he has become the person who can control everyone's life and death.

At this time, Yan Liang turned around and turned his attention to Mengye in the wheelchair.

The novelist, who had been aloof just now, now stared at Yan Liang in disbelief with his eyes wide open, like a dead fish thrown ashore.

"How should I say..."

Yan Liang looked at him, with a pleasant smile on his face, and mocked unabashedly:

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty..."

"I used to sneer at this sentence, but now it seems that there is nothing more pleasant than the desperate counterattack of the perpetrator being stepped on by the victim."

Yan Liang tilted his head slightly, looked directly into Mengye's trembling pupils, and said bluntly:

"Dazai Osamu? Dazai Osamu is nothing."

"The bad potato will kill Dazai Osamu!"

This sentence was like a loud slap on Mengye's face.His face, covered with burn scars, was twisted into a mud-like shape due to humiliation.

"How could you... No, you can't!"

"Give me back my power!" He grabbed the armrest and straightened up from the wheelchair.He roared hysterically at Yanliang: "You, a guy who doesn't even deserve to be named on the roster, why do you steal my script?!"

"Because you're so stupid."

Yan Liang suppressed his smile, and as his words fell, an invisible pressure once again enveloped the hall.

Now, having signed a contract with the Killing Line Demon, he now has the powerful ability to set rules and kill those who violate them.And just now, the rule set by Yan Liang is: anyone who does not wear a suit while working will be killed.

Obviously, the current Mengye does not meet this condition.

But in addition, there is another rule attached to killing the line demon initially: that is, bankruptcy means death.

"In addition, if I remember correctly, the rules you set in this gambling game are: the body is an asset. Being a gambler no longer has exchange value for you, and it is regarded as bankruptcy." Yan Liang walked towards the wheelchair step by step, and his pure white eyes looked particularly scary.

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