The woman looked at the man with short hair's face twisted in pain, her expression unchanged.
"You were looking for me? I am the boss here."
The man with short hair moved his head, trying to speak, but the intense pain left him speechless.
"This is my territory, every place has its own rules, if you come to gamble, you rely on yourself for winning or losing. If you lose, you have to accept the loss. Otherwise, don't step through my doors." Having said that, the woman leaned back in her chair and waved her hand: "Take these dozen or so people down, leaving each one without an arm."
The four men behind her stood up the dozen or so suit-clad muscular men from the ground, taking away the shocked and motionless subordinates of the man with short hair.
