"No way!"
"360 thousand is too little!"
After mentioning the figure of 360 thousand, Xu Zhengyi immediately regretted it. He said with reddened eyes, "Raising you wasn't easy. At least 500 thousand!"
"Yes, it has to be 500 thousand!!"
Xu Zhengyi then looked towards Shen Qiushan, his face pale: "500 thousand, not a cent less!"
"500 thousand..."
"At least 500 thousand..."
The old gambler was still muttering to himself.
However, the next moment he simply collapsed to the ground.
As if he had fainted!
"Old Xu!"
"Don't play dead!"
Zhang Xiaowei was taken aback, he hurriedly swore and rushed over to check the situation.
Shen Qiushan immediately dialed 120.
Earlier, when Xu Zhengyi was kicked to the ground by Zhang Xiaowei, Shen Qiushan already felt that something was very wrong with the old gambler Xu Zhengyi's mental state.
His eyes were scattered, his face pale, it looked like he was seriously ill.
"Brother Wei, could it be that you kicked him to death?"
