You'll Lose Your Legs

The viscous looking thug towered over the middle aged man, his bulging muscles straining against his tight black shirt.

A thick gold chain hung around his neck, highlighting his menacing sneer as he hurled punches at his victim. His shaved head gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and his beady eyes shone with a sadistic joy as he continued to pummel the man on the ground.

His massive arms erupted with veins as he overturned tables and smashed chairs, creating chaos and carnage around him. His entire demeanor exuded violence and aggression, with every movement calculated to inflict maximum pain and suffering.

This was the owner of the casino, a man with a reputation for ruthlessness and a terrifying presence that no one dared to cross.

Adair's presence stopped him from delivering a punch at Benjamin's jaw.

Adair glanced at the wall clock, then directed his gaze at the owner of the casino. "You said to bring you the money in an hour. The time is yet to elapse, but you're already h
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