Masked Buddha is quite a gentleman, let me tee off first!
Since I hadn’t touched the club for a long time and the feel wasn’t very good, I made a small mistake on the first shot, which exposed a mid-range opportunity.
However, he was praised by Masked Buddha, "Just this one shot shows that your skills are extraordinary."
I didn't respond, just smiled.
No one knows what this guy will say next. I think it’s better to say less.
Masked Buddha's technique was very good, and his first shot hit the right bottom pocket accurately.
However, he was not very good at controlling the ball and did not call the appropriate colored ball.
He made a defensive shot.
There was such a huge pile of red balls, and I hooked it in one go without missing any balls.
The Masked Buddha knocked on the table to indicate a good shot.
Masked Buddha missed this shot and left me with a pocket opportunity.
Seizing this opportunity, I scored several goals in succession around the black ball.
There was a mistake on the last K ball, but it didn't leave any chance for Masked Buddha.
Just like this, you come and I go, you attack and I defend, this game is not over for an hour and a half.
During this period, Masked Buddha answered a total of three phone calls and went out for errands.
During the half hour that he was out, I really wanted to open the door of the exhibition hall and see if Sister Feng was still inside and how she was being tortured.
But I didn't in the end.
I must be cautious when facing the old silver coin of the Masked Buddha.
About half an hour later, the Masked Buddha came back.
The game continues.
After another ten minutes, the winner was determined. I was very lucky and won by a small score.
"Not bad! Let's play another round. If you still win this round, then I will pardon one of my fingers."
After hearing this, not only did I not feel happy, I even showed fear!
Why?
I won a pardon, what if I lost?
I felt I couldn't put it off any longer, so during softball, I casually said, "Supervisor, I've completed that order."
The Masked Buddha didn't hear it for a moment, or maybe he didn't pay attention to it, so he still wiped the tip of the gun with some powder.
Two seconds later, he looked at me blankly, "What did you say?"
I solemnly said: "I said that I completed an order worth more than one million yuan. I completed the agreement between us within the stipulated time."
The masked Buddha's expression seemed a bit exaggerated. He looked at me for a long time and then said, "I'll go! Boy, you're so damn good!"
As he said that, he made a phone call, probably to verify what I said.
After hanging up the phone, Masked Buddha threw the club in his hand to the ground, and his temper became irritable.
He kept swearing and swearing, and sometimes said a few words in Burmese that I couldn't understand.
Damn, what's going on?
I was immediately stunned.
At this time, I began to worry. Will this damn fat guy fail to fulfill his promise?
Or, in order to prevent others from knowing the fact that he lost, just silence me?
Don’t think that I am worrying unfoundedly. In this place, the Masked Buddha is the Buddha!
A single thought can determine a person's life or death!
Just when I was in a state of confusion, the Masked Buddha finally stopped.
Then he made a move that made my jaw drop.
I saw him clasping his hands together with an unusually respectful expression!
At this moment, it was as if he was a devout believer.
Then he said something that made me ecstatic.
"Xiaofeng is inside, go, you and her are both free."
The surprise came so quickly that I couldn’t believe it for a moment!
Is the Masked Buddha compromising now?
When did he become so easy to talk to?
But I didn’t say anything. After saying thank you, I quickly walked towards the exhibition hall.
It’s funny to say, I actually said thank you to him!
Oh shit!
A devil just didn't kill a person, and I actually said thank you to him! !
It was only later that I learned that Masked Buddha practiced a form of lying meditation.
This kind of Zen is a kind of closed-mouth Zen, which means that you cannot lie or break your words.
Telling it can make people's jaws drop. A murderous demon who doesn't blink an eye actually still believes in Buddhism?
But this is not surprising, Myanmar is the land of ten thousand Buddhas.
The higher the status of a person, the more they believe this.
Because the sins of killing on their bodies are all too serious, I want to use this to give myself peace of mind.
All in all, Sister Feng and I escaped this time.
Before walking into the showroom, I was mentally prepared.
After not seeing Sister Feng for a day, she must have been tortured to a terrible state by the Masked Buddha again.
But when I opened the door and saw Sister Feng's appearance, I was still so frightened that I trembled all over!
The Masked Buddha is really not a human being!
He pricked Sister Feng's body with silver needles similar to traditional Chinese medicine, at least hundreds of them!
And I also noticed that Sister Feng’s two little fingers are gone!
Sister Feng once said that what she was most satisfied with about her body was not her plump breasts and buttocks, but her two pairs of feet.
Indeed, her feet are very white and her toes are long and beautiful.
And now, two are missing...
Then, I saw a striking red color between Sister Feng's legs.
At the time, I thought it was blood, but when I looked closer, Damn it!
That's not blood, it's clearly a red billiard ball!
Only then did I understand what Masked Buddha said. He said that the two lost red balls were used by Sister Feng.
So that’s what it’s used for! !
In the front, there was Miss Guan from Hong Kong playing golf, and in the back there was Miss Feng from northern Myanmar playing billiards. It was a fucking eye-opener for me!
Fortunately, the snooker balls are smaller. If she scores eight, Sister Feng will probably be even worse off than dead!
I said before that Sister Feng’s road is not wide, but now it’s wide enough to play ball!
Sister Feng thought it was the Masked Buddha who came in. After hearing the door knock, her whole body twisted wildly.
However, she had a needle stuck in her body. If she twisted, the needle would keep hitting the case, and a lot of blood would flow out in an instant.
I quickly walked up to him and said, "Sister, it's me! Stop moving, and I'll let you go right now!"
After seeing me, Sister Feng stopped. Tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.
At this moment, I felt bad.
Although I had my own selfish motives for saving Sister Feng, and she had harmed me before, we had lived and died together after all.
Seeing her being subjected to such inhuman torture made my heart full of pity.
I first removed the thing from her mouth. After she could speak, Sister Feng's first words were: "Get me out! Get me out quickly!"
I nodded repeatedly, "It's ready. The supervisor has agreed. We can go out later."
I first helped Sister Feng to remove the silver needles from her body one by one, and then untied her hands and feet.
As for the two billiard balls... Sister Feng was also a ruthless person and took them out directly.
During the process, Sister Feng didn't cry or scream. She just kept staring at the door with extremely angry eyes.
I knew that the Masked Buddha was outside the door, and I even heard the sound of billiard balls being hit.
I was afraid that Sister Feng would be impulsive and say or do something irrational, so I quickly lowered my voice and said, "Sister, please don't worry about having green hills and firewood, so don't be impulsive! We are far from his opponents." !”
My persuasion is not unreasonable!
If he offends the Masked Buddha again, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to escape.
Maybe it will even affect me.
Can you not be afraid?
After a while, Sister Feng's chest no longer rose and fell so violently, her eyes no longer held the hatred as before, and she slowly regained her composure.
Then, in a very hoarse and dull voice, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
