NovelOnlineChapter 54
The Longman Club was publicly known as a massage parlor. In reality, the ‘Longman Club' was merely a cover;
people who frequented it knew that it was actually called the Longman Underground Den.
There was a sprawling casino on the club's first floor. Gamblers from all walks of life immersed themselves there,
unable to peel themselves away. Sappeared haggard with disappointment, others were flush with victory.
The former group was the majority though. After all, the only winner in a casino was the casino house itself. The
probability of winning in a casino was no higher than winning a lottery.
At this moment, a hubbub was brewing before the baccarat table. A young man had won ten games in a row. A
mountain of chips was piled before him. The people gathered around the man were cheering him o n.
This young man was Samuel Hannigan; Johann was by his side, cold sweat perspiring down his brow.
They would definitely attract the casino house's attention if they continued to win like this. If anyone saw
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthrough Samuel's scheme, their lives would be at stake here.
Johann did not know where Samuel had gotten his guts from-he did not even bring any lackeys along. It was just
the two of them in the casino. No one would
cto their help if anything happened.
Here, a surveillance staff hurriedly entered Blake's office.
"Something's going on, sir."
Blake was smoking a cigar, a man with a bloodied face kneeling before him. His injuries were so serious that one
could scarcely make out his features.
"What happened?" Blake asked.
The surveillance staff showed him a clip from the surveillance cameras.
His brows drew together after he finished watching it. "He won so many times," he commented. "Can he be that
lucky?"
"There's definitely something wrong," the surveillance staff said without missing a beat.
Blake stubbed the butt of the cigar on the kneeling man's shoulder; it burned and sizzled. Then he kicked the
man away. "Invite him to the VIP room," he told the surveillance staff. "Let's see how long his luck will hold out."
"Yes, sir."
After the surveillance staff left, Blake stood up and straightened his clothes. He extended a leg toward the man
on the floor. "Lick my shoe clean, or kiss goodbye to your wife," he said.
The man crawled toward Blake with every bit of his strength. He stuck out his tongue, but Blake stepped on his
face instead. "I bet you never thought that this would have happened when | was working under you," he said
with disdain. "We had so many brothers under your care, yet you just walked on us because of that b*tch. Did
you really think | would forgive her just like that?"
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The man lifted his head. One could vaguely make out that he was Manfred, the general store's owner. "I'd been
treating you well, Blake," he said, tone anxious." Just let her go. If you have any grievances, take it out on me."
When Blake was working under Manfred, he had been his right arm-the spear at his side. They had reached new
peaks together. However, it was because of Manfred's sudden departure that the underlings scattered into
chaos. Blake could not forgive Manfred for single-handedly destroying all his life's work, and since then, he swore
that he would establish his own business, and that he would certainly surpass Manfred.
Indeed, Blake had managed to build plenty of power over the past few years. Just by relying on his gambling
dens, he was the most powerful of all of the casino bosses in Cloud City.
Blake did not forget about Manfred even after he had made his money and built his power. It did not matter if he
had to uproot every building in Cloud City, he wanted to weed his former boss out.
He did not just want to take revenge against Manfred; he wanted him to take a good hard look at how he was
more powerful than he ever was.
"I'm sorry to tell you that she's dead then," Blake said mockingly.
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