Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 197 They're too persistent.

The people next to him quickly covered his mouth.

"Don't speak! The gun's still in your hand!"

Seeing that they didn't react, McDonald frowned, raised his gun, and fired a few more shots into their heads.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The gunfire grew louder and more frequent.

The spent cartridges fell to the ground, clattering like rain.

Then he pointed heavily at the last piece of cardboard with his finger.

The force was so strong it almost punctured the cardboard.

The guests in the audience shuddered.

They all nodded immediately, nodding like chickens pecking at rice.

"I understand, I understand!"

"I understand now!"

"I will definitely cooperate, I will definitely cooperate!"

McDonald nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

We've finally taken the first step.

He turned around, picked up the cardboard, and wrote the first person's name on it with an oil-based pen.

Mr. Robinson!

In the crowd, a fat man with big ears suddenly felt his legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

His face turned deathly pale, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, streaming down his cheeks. His suit and tie were tightening around his neck, and he tugged at the tie, struggling to breathe.

A woman in a red evening gown grabbed his arm and whispered something.

"Don't go! You'll be speechless if you go."

Robinson:

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He glanced at the woman—his new female companion whom he had only recently met. He had originally intended to bring her out to show off, but now the show had turned out like this.

He glanced again at McDonald's on the stage and at the dark muzzles of guns.

I want to cry without tears.

"I'll die if I don't go!"

He stood up shakily, his legs trembling, and moved step by step toward the stage.

Those steps felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Every step I took was shaking.

Halfway there, his legs gave way and he almost knelt on the ground.

One of the bandits next to him gave him an impatient shove, causing him to stumble forward.

Once on stage, McDonald immediately waved to Jimmy.

Jimmy walked onto the stage with a cold expression, grabbed Robinson by the shoulder, and shoved him towards a gambling table that had been moved from the casino.

Then, he patted Robinson on the shoulder and pointed to where Robinson was standing.

It means: Stand here and don't move.

Robinson nodded frantically, almost breaking his neck in the process.

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't move, I won't move, I absolutely won't move!"

He stood there, his hands hanging down, his legs still trembling, looking like a reed being swayed by the wind.

On stage, McDonald continued writing names.

the second.

Mr. Smith!

Another man, pale-faced, was pushed onto the stage from the crowd.

The third.

【Mr. Jensen!】

Another one.

the fourth.

Mr. Williams!

McDonald wrote very quickly, names popping up one after another.

With each name written, a face in the crowd turned deathly pale.

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Some people's legs went weak on the spot and they needed help to walk.

Some people burst into tears, tears streaming down their faces.

Someone even wet their pants, leaving a puddle on the ground, and people around quickly moved away.

Chen Yuan, watching from below the stage, was utterly speechless.

He squatted in the crowd, hugging his knees, his expression indescribable.

These robbers are really persistent.

Even after all this, they still refuse to give up.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is the spirit of never giving up until the goal is achieved.

He Min, who was squatting next to him, was also stunned and muttered to herself.

"They...are quite persistent."

Chen Yuan nodded and responded in a low voice as well.

"Yes, if this were used for good, we would have become rich long ago."

He Min couldn't help but laugh, then quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't laugh, it'll be troublesome if someone sees you."

Chen Yuan shrugged indifferently.

"It's alright, they're busy right now and can't take care of us."

Indeed, those bandits are currently extremely busy.

Some people were responsible for writing down names, some for leading people, some for maintaining order, and some for keeping an eye on the crowd.

After writing down several names, McDonald got tired of writing.

He rubbed his wrist.

My wrists were so sore, more so than when I lifted weights for an hour at the gym.

He handed the cardboard and pen to the side and gestured with his eyes to the third person, the young bald man, to take over.

The young bald man paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and took the cardboard and pen.

He dared not show any impatience.

The boss is in a bad mood right now; whoever crosses him will be in trouble.

He wrote down the names one by one from the list.

The handwriting was neat and tidy, each stroke carefully executed, much better than McDonald's messy handwriting.

But soon, he got tired of writing.

My wrist started to ache.

But he dared not stop.

I could only grit my teeth and keep writing.

After an unknown amount of time, the names on the list were finally written down.

The young bald man flicked his wrist and let out a long breath.

I've written more words in my entire life than I have today.

He felt that his right hand was useless and he definitely wouldn't be able to lift it tomorrow.

Over there, Jimmy and his men guided the "distinguished guests" whose names had been called to line up.

There were men and women, fat and thin, old and young.

But at this moment they were all the same: pale-faced, trembling, and terrified.

Naturally, there was plenty of pushing and shoving and playful fighting during that time.

"Hurry up!"

"Stop dawdling!"

"Stand still!"

Of course, these words were all shouted silently from their mouths, and coupled with their fierce expressions and actions, they actually looked quite convincing.

But because there is no sound, it looks particularly comical, like a silent film.

The guests who were pushed dared not speak out in anger and could only obediently do as they were told.

Someone was pushed too hard and stumbled, bumping into the person in front of them; the two almost fell down together.

Someone was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, then made to walk forward on tiptoe.

Someone was hit on the back with the butt of a rifle, let out a muffled groan, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Finally, the team was formed.

They were all trembling, like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Seeing the team take shape, McDonald nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up a new piece of cardboard and wrote on it.

【Hand over all your valuables and put them in the bag on the red dress!】

The characters were written very large and with great force.

After he finished writing, he held the cardboard high so that everyone could see it.

The red-clad thugs saw the cardboard sign and immediately sprang into action.

They took out large black bags they had prepared beforehand, one for each person, rushed into the crowd, and began looting.

Cash, jewelry, watches, mobile phones, wallets.

Throw in anything valuable.

"Quick! Take them all out!"

"Don't hide it, I saw your watch!"

"A ring! I want a ring too!"

It was still a silent roar, accompanied by a fierce expression.

The guests felt sorry for the guests, but their lives were more important.

They had no choice but to obediently take it out.

Someone took off their Rolex and threw it into a bag.

Someone unfastened the diamond necklace and threw it in.

Some people emptied their wallets, throwing in cash, credit cards, and even membership cards.

Some people even took off their belts, and the belt buckles were gold.