Vincent Hunter was momentarily stunned before he realized what had happened: "Quick, call for an ambulance, send them to the hospital, hurry......." The nearby bodyguards were already wrapping the three severed fingers in clean tissue. They had just been cut off, and sending them to the hospital should still be in time to reattach them, although the nerves and sense of touch would certainly be much less than before. Thinking about playing cards skillfully again was now impossible.
"What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable?" The hoarse voice seemed to come from deep inside his chest. He looked at Avery Jane's pale face, feeling a twinge of reluctance in his heart.
"Today, thank you for today......" After expressing her gratitude, Avery Jane wanted to leave; the large crowd and the bloody scene made her uneasy. She wanted to quickly get out of there.
"Just thank you?" Despite his efforts to demonstrate goodwill and sincerity, all she offered was a simple, lukewarm "thank you."
