Female Novel
Chapter 645
Chapter 645 Who Ordered You?
"What are you doing? How could you hit me? I... I... Believe it or not, I'm now... Calling the police to
arrest you."
The thin waiter lying on the ground was a little scared.
Chasel stood in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly. The next moment, Chasel raised
his foot and stepped on the back of his right hand that was on the ground, rubbing his shiny black
leather shoes. "Tell me, who sent you here?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about... Ah... It hurts... It hurts. My hand is about to break. Help!"
The waiter couldn't help crying out in pain.
But Chasel remained indifferent. "If you don't tell me, I will break not only your hand but also your leg!"
Damn it! He was courting death since he dared to play tricks with him.
After Chasel finished his warning, the waiter kept his mouth tightly shut, unwilling to tell the truth.
Seeing him keeping his mouth shut, Chasel was impatient. He glanced around and caught a glimpse of
a wine bottle beside him.
Without a word, Chasel took the bottle by the mouth and slammed it against the wall with a thud. A
crack followed. Chasel, with the smashed bottle in his left hand, leaned over and slammed it down on
the back of the waiter's hand. "As long as you can bear it, you don't have to tell me anything."novelbin
"Ah!"
The waiter howled hysterically in pain. His face flushed red, and the blue veins on his forehead popped
out. He looked ferocious and very frightening.
"Don't you say it?"
"Yes, yes... I... I will tell you."
The waiter's hand was bloody, and the blood kept gushing out. He was trembling from the pain. All his
strength seemed to be taken away. "Just now, someone came to me, gave me money, and asked me
to drug the wine and serve it to the woman next to you."
"Who ordered you? What reward did you get?" Chasel asked.
"It was a phone call. A man called me. He then asked about my bank account number and transferred
me 100 thousand dollars."
The waiter told the truth. Chasel squatted down and took out the phone from the waiter's pocket.
Seeing that a face ID was needed to unlock the phone, Chasel pointed the screen at the man.
The phone was unlocked.
Chasel opened the call records and pointed the screen at the injured waiter. "Which one?"
"The first one."
The waiter was frightened, afraid that if he didn't tell the truth, he would anger Chasel and be killed
directly.
Chasel memorized the mobile phone number quickly with his amazing memory and then opened the
text message on the mobile phone. There was a message about the transfer.
"If you don't want to die, get the hell out of Kenison City."
Chasel warned the waiter, got up, turned, and left.
However, as he had just walked a few steps away, he was extremely hot and excited.
Chasel felt that something was wrong with him now after he had drunk the glass of wine.