The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Miao Angwen.
Japanese crime syndicates like to make their erring subordinates cut off a finger.
In Myanmar, it's much rougher and more ruthless.
The counterfeit painters under Brother Hao have to wield a brush, so cutting off a finger would affect their work, hence roulette is used instead.
The middle-aged man believes in Buddha.
If you survive, consider it the Bodhisattva sparing your life; if the gun fires, don't blame others.
"This time regarding the matter with Gu Weijing, let's say I didn't make myself clear."
Brother Hao looked at the shattered teacup on the ground, smiled, and tossed a dark small box to Miao Angwen: "So, a cup of hot tea, a minor punishment for a major lesson. The item in the small box is to calm your nerves. But know this, the next time you screw up, whether you're spared or not depends on the Bodhisattva."
