"Mr. Liu, I warned you long ago to know your limits, but you refused to listen. Who else can you blame? Five million is already your maximum credit limit."
At this moment, Liu's father also spoke up: "Son, you still have a few chips left in your hand, right? Give them to me first so I can pay the girl's debt."
Liu Ritian stared at his father in disbelief.
"You deadbeat, what did you just say?" Liu's mother, who had also lost her life savings, had come to ask her son for money and happened to hear Liu's father's words.
Liu's father trembled all over, dumbfounded as he looked at his wife.
"I... I didn't say anything."
"You shameless old bastard, still lying to me? I’ll beat you to death!"
The scene quickly descended into chaos until Brother Dao roared angrily.
"Do you think this is some kind of place?"
The entire Liu family fell silent, staring blankly at Brother Dao."Seems like you’ve had enough fun. Then I won’t see you out."
Seeing Brother Dao’s cold demeanor, the Liu family snapped back to reality.
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"Who said you could just walk away like this?"
The Liu family froze.
Didn’t you just say, 'I won’t see you out'?
"Brother Dao, we’re out of money, and you won’t lend us more to play. What else can we do but leave?"
Brother Dao looked at them as if they were idiots. "Oh? So you’re not planning to pay back what you owe?"
They were stunned, confusion written all over their faces.
"What money?" Liu's mother asked, bewildered.
"Your son borrowed five million from me, your husband owes money to the girls, and you still have your bets from the fights downstairs..."
Liu's mother’s eyes widened—she had just learned that her son owed five million?
She saw both her husband and son lower their heads, not daring to meet her gaze.
Instantly, her blood pressure spiked, and she threw a tantrum on the spot.
"Is there no justice left? What kind of shady den is this?"
Brother Dao glanced at Wei Xiang, who stepped forward with a smile.
Ten minutes later, the Liu family had become much more compliant.
Liu Ritian: "We never said we wouldn’t pay! But we really don’t have the money right now. Besides, you just lent it to us—how can you demand repayment immediately?"
Brother Dao: "Read the contract you signed. Interest-free loan, but house rules say you settle before leaving."
Liu Ritian’s eyes bulged as he scanned the contract, his shock mirroring Liu Yuemei’s reaction perfectly—proof they were siblings.
Liu's mother finally broke down, wailing.
"There’s no justice in this world! This crooked casino cheated us out of our money, boohoo!"
Brother Dao narrowed his eyes—this scene felt all too familiar.
The Liu family now was no different from Liu Yuemei back then. The same blood ran through their veins.
Everyone in the casino turned to look at them with disdain.
"I’ll give you a chance to investigate. If you find proof I cheated, not only will I cancel your debt, but I’ll also give you five million in compensation. But if you find nothing, don’t blame me for handling this the old-fashioned way."
Under Brother Dao’s intimidating gaze, the Liu family reluctantly searched for evidence—but how could they possibly find any?
"Your family has no gambling ethics and no moral integrity either. Since that’s the case, let’s follow procedure. Do you want to go to prison and work on sewing machines, or stay here and pay me back?"
Liu Ritian suddenly remembered something and blurted out, "You’re running an illegal gambling den. We’ll report you!"
Brother Dao’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and Liu Ritian immediately shut his mouth.
"Seems like the lesson earlier wasn’t enough."
"Wei Xiang, take them somewhere quiet. Once you’re done, let them figure out how to repay. If they still want to report us, don’t stop them."
After another round of "education," the Liu family finally understood the harsh realities of the world and had no choice but to scramble for money.
But after calling everyone they knew, no one was willing to lend them a cent. In the end, they had no choice but to turn to Liu Yuemei again.
After all, she had just repaid 50 million—surely she could spare some to bail them out.
When Liu Yuemei heard the news, she was stunned.
She realized Brother Dao was truly inhuman. She had only asked him to collect the debt, but he had dragged her entire family into ruin.
And she herself was a victim too.
So Liu Yuemei made an excuse to leave the hospital and headed straight for the underground entertainment den.
"Brother Dao, where’s my money?"
"What money? That’s mine. You still owe me 100 million, and now it’s down to 55 million. Since you’re here, I’ll issue you a partial repayment receipt."
"What? You—that was my money!"
Brother Dao’s eyes flashed, and he raised his hand, stroking Liu Yuemei’s cheek with slow, deliberate pats. She recoiled, trying to avoid being hit.
"I... Brother Dao, you should at least give me something back, right? That money was originally mine."
Slap! The hand that had been caressing her cheek suddenly struck her. Liu Yuemei covered her face and burst into tears.
Brother Dao then took out her contract and slapped it against her face repeatedly.
"Debts must be repaid—that’s the natural order. Now, whose money is this? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
With each "huh," he smacked her face with the contract.
It didn’t hurt much, but the humiliation burned deep into Liu Yuemei’s memory.
"Do you understand now?" Brother Dao pressed, and finally, Liu Yuemei couldn’t take the psychological pressure anymore.
"I understand... But you took 50 million. Why do I owe you 55 million now?"
"You think my effort comes free? Now, Boss Li is waiting for you at Tianyue Grand Hotel. Get moving."
Liu Yuemei left in despair, not even getting a chance to see her family.
After she was gone, Brother Dao snorted dismissively.
"Blame yourself for crossing Young Master Lin."
Young Master Lin was the man President Luo cherished most in this world—the one person you should never offend.
Brother Dao didn’t need to think hard to know Liu Yuemei’s future would be bleak, along with the entire Liu family.
So he acted without restraint.
When he saw the Liu family again, Wei Xiang had already "straightened them out."
"Brother Dao, did Liu Yuemei come to pay our debt?"
Brother Dao: "She came, but she said whether you live or die is none of her business."
"What? That heartless bitch!"
"Then what do we do now?"
Brother Dao grinned brightly.
After half a night’s work, the Liu family was not only penniless but also buried in new debt. Young Master Lin would surely be pleased with this outcome.
"Simple. There are plenty of ways to earn money here." He pointed at Liu Ritian. "You can fight in the underground ring—freak show matches. I’ll give you 10,000 per fight."
Then he turned to Liu's father. "You can serve tea and run errands for guests—maybe even pimp on the side. As for your wife..."
Here, Brother Dao frowned, genuinely stumped.
"Hmm... Too old. If anyone’s interested, she can work. Otherwise, she’ll clean."