Eight Hundred and Sixty-Five. Investigating Zheng Shaopeng (Middle)

Looking at Zheng Shaopeng's reaction. , but Yang Ming was stunned. This guy doesn't know himself? how can that be possible? He did it outside his villa that day. Could Zheng Shaopeng not see it?

And in fact. Zheng Shaopeng was indeed in the villa using binoculars to watch every move outside the villa. After discovering Yang Ming's appearance. Lost the two masters sent by the boss. He just ran away.

only. Yang Ming's appearance at the moment was too ordinary. Once blended into the crowd. You may not recognize it in the blink of an eye. Such a popular person. Zheng Shaopeng really had no impression.

"You're not that forgetful, are you?" Yang Ming frowned: "We should have met last night. It was at the door of your villa. I also took care of two thieves for you."

"Ah." Zheng Shaopeng listened to Ming's words. Suddenly he was shocked. Opened his mouth. Staring at Yang Ming in disbelief: "You. You are the one who is with Wang Xiaoyan."

Although Yang Ming has a very ordinary face. But after Yang Ming reminded me. Zheng Shaopeng still thought of the scene last night. The two masters were unable to pass under Yang Ming's hands. What a frightening scene that was.

It was precisely because of Yang Ming's appearance. Zheng Shaopeng quickly fled the villa. So as not to suffer the disaster of pond fish.

"Remember?" Yang Ming snorted and said, "My memory isn't that bad now."

"You. What are you going to do?" Zheng Shaopeng was shocked. Unexpectedly, Yang Ming would find himself in the casino.

"What should I do?" Yang Ming smiled lightly: "Then it depends on your cooperation."

"Me. How do I deserve-*." Zheng Shaopeng said in a panic.

"It's very simple. Whatever I ask, you answer me. Otherwise, hum." Yang Ming said here. He paused and said: "You are the one who has been offered a reward for assassination. I can kill you again now."

When Zheng Shaopeng heard this from Yang Ming. As expected, I was shocked. Isn’t it a piece of cake for Yang Ming’s skills to kill him? Immediately he stammered: "Now. If you kill me, I'm afraid you won't get the reward."

"I see you're unhappy. Can I kill you? I don't want the bounty, okay?" Yang Ming threatened with a glare.

Zheng Shaopeng suddenly lost his temper. Yes, do people still need a reason to kill people? For Yang Ming, whether there is money or not. Killing him is a piece of cake.

"You. What do you want to know?" Zheng Shaopeng asked carefully.

"Just let me ask you the questions.

"Yang Ming glared and asked, "What's your name?"

"Zheng Shaopeng." Zheng Shaopeng replied honestly.

"Is this your real name?" Yang Ming glanced sideways at Zheng Shaopeng.

"Zheng. Zheng Zi." Zheng Shaopeng said quickly: "My former nickname was Zheng Zi."

"When did you get your nickname?" Yang Ming continued to ask. Zheng Zi? To think this guy has such a funny name.

"Before I came to work in the casino." Zheng Shaopeng's fear of Yang Ming was deep-rooted. He was afraid that if Yang Ming didn't go his way, he would kill him to vent his anger. to these inconsequential questions. He tells the truth.

"What did you do before coming to the casino?" Yang Ming continued.

"Me. I'm just a gambler." Zheng Shaopeng completely lost his dignity in the casino at this moment. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yang Ming. Zheng Shaopeng had no intention of escaping or resisting. Because Yang Ming's skills are so powerful, Zheng Shao is afraid that something will happen to him. He would be killed on the spot just like those two masters.

Yang Ming frowned. gambler. No matter how you look at it, Zheng'peng's experience from being a gambler to a dealer is nothing special. Then become foreman and so on. Everything seemed to fall into place.

etc. wrong. YangMeng suddenly thought of a key point. That is. Since Zheng Shaopeng can become a casino consultant. Then his gambling skills must be very high. Such a person. If you were a gambler before. That must be something very powerful. Before entering the market. How come there is no name?

Yang Ming remembered what Zhang Guozong said to Zheng Shaopeng before entering the casino. Not | that famous. That’s why I started from the lowest official position. So. If Zheng Shaopeng has not engaged in gambling-related matters before. It’s normal to have never heard of this person. But it turns out that Zheng Shaopeng is a gambler, so it would be a bit abnormal if he hadn't heard of his reputation.

"Where did your gambling skills come from?" Yang Ming asked immediately after thinking of the key to the matter.

"What. What kind of gambling skills?" Zheng Shaopeng was shocked. I didn't expect that Yang Ming would ask about the key point of him all of a sudden, and he was shocked. It's a little awkward to speak.

"What gambling skills are you talking about? As the consultant director of a casino, your gambling skills are not bad, right? Who did you develop your gambling skills with?" Yang Ming waved his hand. Don't let Zheng Shaopeng talk any more. Instead, he interrupted him sharply.

"I used to be a gambler. So I know a lot about gambling." Zheng Shaopeng wanted to hide it.

"Don't tell me it's useless

, this person hates other people pretending to be confused.

Yang Ming sneered and said, "Don't force me." I have a bad temper. It's you who will suffer then. "

"Me. I really didn't lie to you." Although Zheng Peng was very afraid of Yang Ming. But about the boss. He can say anything. He wants to betray his boss for his own life and death.

"Are you sure? Are you telling the truth?" Yang Ming asked again.

"Me. What I told is the truth. How dare I lie to you." Zheng Shaopeng was heartbroken. Then he said.

"Really?" Yang Ming's face suddenly turned pale. Then he said: "Okay. If you don't tell me, I will tell you for you. Your gambling skills were taught to you by a person with ulterior motives. Then you entered the casino. Do you want to have some plot against the casino?"

"No. That's really the case." This time, Zheng Shaopeng was really wronged. Zheng Shaopeng has no plans for casinos at all. Think of the casino as just a business. A place to settle down.

"Huh." Yang Ming was a little impatient. This guy is ignorant. Then there is no need for Yang Ming to be polite to him anymore. He reached out violently. He clicked on Zheng Shaopeng.

This is Yang Ming's tried and true method of acupuncture. The unique secret book of Fang Tian, ​​the King of Killers.

"Then just relax for a while. When you think about it clearly, tell me again." Yang Ming finished. Ignore Zheng Shaopeng. He sat on the chair beside him.

Zheng Shaopeng had already thought of dying. Why can't I tell the boss's story anyway? The boss is kind to himself. And my life these years is equivalent to being given to me by my boss.

these past eight years. The days of gambling. It goes without saying that life is nourishing. He has enjoyed many more blessings than he had in the first half of his life. so. He felt like this.

When Yang Ming said these words. Zheng Shaopeng closed his eyes. He started waiting for Yang Ming to torture him. In the past, I was caught gambling for thousands of dollars. Zheng Shaopeng is still vivid in his mind. He was tortured half to death. He also took it. by. Zheng Shaopengjue. Gritting his teeth. |Everything has passed. The worst possible outcome is death.

But. Zheng Shaopeng waited for Yang Ming to do something to him. He just felt Yang Ming touch him lightly. Nothing special?

but. Then things were different. Zheng Shaopeng suddenly felt as if his body was bitten by countless leeches. An indescribable feeling. Is it itchy? Is it pain? In short, this feeling made Zheng Shaopeng go crazy. It's the feeling that life is worse than death.

Zheng Shaopeng scratched his body with his hands. Breathing heavily. But it had no effect at all. It's still very strong. Make him miserable.

"Ah——" Zheng Shaopeng really couldn't bear it anymore. Screamed. Start rolling on it.

"You. What did you do to me?" Zheng Shaopeng's voice changed the tone. Because the pain in his body made it impossible for him to speak normally.

Yang Ming just sneered. no answer. Not even looking at Zheng Shaopeng.

Zheng Shaopeng was still howling at first. Later, I didn't even have the strength to howl. Just kept rolling on it. There were beads of sweat all over his face.

Yang Ming saw that it was almost done. Then he stood up. He kicked Zheng Shaopeng with his foot. Unlocking the acupuncture points: "Now?"

"Me. Me." Zheng Shaopeng felt as if he had died. Even more painful than death. This was the first time he had seen this torture. The fear of Yang Ming in his heart became even worse.

"To say it or not to say it? How about you enjoy it for a while?" Yang Ming said impatiently.

"No. No more..." Zheng Shaopeng was immediately frightened upon hearing this. He almost fainted: "I. I said it's not okay."

In the face of morality and pain. Zheng Shaopeng chose to be righteous. Relieve pain. because. He really didn't want to experience the feeling just now again. That is simply not what humans can feel. He never thought about it in his life. Even thinking about that feeling. I still have lingering fears.

"Tell me." Yang Ming sat back on the chair. He said with some regret: "I originally wanted to make you feel more comfortable. It seems that it is not necessary for the time being. But it doesn't matter. If you are not honest in a while, you can continue to try."

More fun? Zheng Shaopeng almost peed his pants. Wasn't that cool enough just now? Is there anything more exciting? I was almost dead just now. What's more exciting? Zheng Shaopeng couldn't imagine it. Afraid that Yang Ming would change his mind. Give him an update. He quickly said: "I said. My gambling skills were taught to me by an expert."

"What master? Who is it? What is his name?" Yang Ming thought to himself. Sure enough, someone taught him gambling.

"Who is the master? What is his name? He didn't say anything. He just asked me to call him boss." Zheng Shaopeng said: "He didn't tell me anything else."