<h4>Chapter 194 Gambling debts should be paid at the gambling table.</h4>


    Shane was originally nning to leave, but William''s sudden appearance made him stop. "Hey,d, you want to stand up and protect them?" Shane said, sipping his coffee and showing a sinister smile on his face.


    The people beside himughed even more arrogantly. They were afraid of the imminent arrival of the police, but they didn''t mind teaching William a lesson before leaving.


    They had already observed when they came, there were no cameras nearby, and the nearest police station was several miles away.


    Plus, it was rush hour now. Even if the police were dispatched immediately, it would take some time for them to arrive, so they acted so brazenly.


    William really wanted to erase these people on the spot, but he restrained himself.


    It wasn''t good for a child to witness such a scene.


    "Mr. Johnson... they are bad people!" Amy was crying messily, her poor little face full of tear stains, especially the pped and swollen cheek with a clear handprint, it was particrly shocking.


    William stepped forward and touched Amy''s face. With his ability, healing such minor injuries was nothing. As his hand moved over, Amy already felt a cooling sensation, and the burning pain was gone.


    "I will take the bad guys to the police uncle," William smiled, looking at Amy, the innocent little girl.


    "Kid, what do you mean?" Shane stared at William nkly. He wants to take them to the police? Just with this kid?


    Although William''s face was smiling, his mood at this moment wasn''t very good.


    "You guys want money, right? Let me go with you," William said with a smile, "It''s so uninteresting for you to trouble this mother and daughter."


    Shane lifted his neck and asked, "Do you have money?"


    "Not at the moment, but I can have it soon," William replied, "Take me to meet your behind-the-scenes boss."


    "Of course, let''s go!" Shane said and turned around, "I''ll take you to our boss, you can talk to him yourself."


    "You haven''t answered my question," William remained still.


    Shane raised an eyebrow, "What question?"


    "You hit her, didn''t you?" William had already walked up to Shane, and Maria tried to pull him back, but couldn''t.


    "Maria, turn Amy''s head away."


    Maria didn''t know what William was nning to do, but she could only bury Amy''s head in her chest.


    "You''re feeling brave, aren''t you?" Shane reached out to push William.


    William grabbed his hand, and the next moment, a shrill scream came from Shane''s mouth. In severe pain, he knelt directly in front of William, his face twisted, tears streaming uncontrobly.


    Crack!


    All the bones in Shane''s hand were crushed; such pain was unbearable for ordinary people.


    Smack!


    After William released his hand, he backhanded a p across Shane''s face.


    This p knocked Shane out.


    The henchmen following Shane were dumbfounded.


    They could clearly see that Shane''s hand waspletely deformed.


    Just by grabbing the hand, he had crushed it to this state,how strong was his grip?


    And then knocked a man out with a p!


    It should be known that Shane had been in fights for years, even if hit with a steel rod causing a bloody head, he might not pass out directly.


    One can imagine the force of William''s p.


    "Take me to your boss," William said coldly, "Bring this man along too."


    Those henchmen didn''t resist or refuse at all, two of them helped Shane up, and the others led the way.


    The pressure William exerted was entirely substantial. His kind ofmand directly affected the subconscious. Not to mention ordering these thugs to lead the way, even if he asked them tomit suicide on the spot, they could onlyply.


    William followed them into a white van, and soon, they arrived in the suburbs, drove for some time, and stopped in front of a rural trail.


    "Sir, our boss Mr. Warren should be inside."


    "What do you mean ''should''?"


    William raised an eyebrow. The young man who had spoken, named Eddie, hurriedly exined, "We don''t have Mr. Warren''s contact information, but our illegal casino is set up here. Mr. Warren oftenes by to check on things. If you''re looking for someone, you can ask the person in charge inside."


    "A casino in a ce like this?"


    "Sir, there''s a crackdown on illegal gambling around here, right? So, we can only set up in such a remote ce. If the policee, we can evacuate quickly."


    Although William''s questions seemed very amateur, Eddie didn''t dare to utter any unnecessary words.


    Shane could usually take down several people in a fight, but in front of William, he was knocked down in an instant and couldn''t get up. Moreover, for some reason, facing William, they all felt a deep-seated fear.


    This kind of fear,ing from the depths of their souls, left them without the courage to resist.


    By now, William had a rough idea of why Caleb owed so much money.


    In any era, it ismon for people involved in gambling to face debts and even resort to suicide.


    In some regions during the 18th and 19th centuries, people lost their affluent lives due to gambling. Some even sold their wives and children to others to pay off debts or exchange for money.


    Those who ruin their futures through gambling, of course, are not deserving of sympathy. However, in modern society, human trafficking is illegal, and thew severely punishes such behavior.


    Gambling debts should be paid at the gambling table!


    "Let''s go." William didn''t necessarily want to trouble Mr. Warren, but he didn''t want anyone to disturb Maria and her daughter again.


    If it''s just a matter of needing over two million dors, especially at the gambling table, this seemed rtively easy for William.


    Eddie and the others left Shane in the car and led William through a small mountain path, eventually arriving at a secluded cabin.


    Outside the cabin, every so often, one or two people stood guard.


    After Eddie and the others led William there, Eddie only dared to introduce him as a guest.


    William finally saw the so-called underground casino. It turned out to be a dpidated cabin with dim lighting, the air inside was murky, various shouts andughter mixed together, with a dozen gamblers surrounding a table piled with stacks of cash, and an electronic scale next to it, used to weigh the money.


    There were guards both inside and outside the cabin, all armed, creating a tightly secured environment.


    After William entered the cabin, a man in a ck suit, with a scar on his face, stepped forward and asked, "What would the gentleman like to y?"


    "What games do you have here?" William didn''t mention looking for Mr. Warren.


    Since he was at a casino, he might as well win some money first, help Caleb pay off the debt, and then have a chat with Caleb.


    "We have ckjack, Roulette, Poker." William was quite familiar with these games, but he still feigned interest.


    "What''s the minimum bet, and how much is the maximum I can ce?" William inquired.


    "The minimum is a thousand dors, and the maximum is a hundred thousand dors. We take a five percent service fee," replied the casino staff.


    William nodded, then asked, "Is it cash only, or can I use QR code payment?"


    "We have card machines; did you bring a bank card?" Underground casinos like this generally don''t ept QR code payments, as such funds can be traced.


    "I didn''t bring it," William, in fact, didn''t have a bank card at all.


    Scarface asked, "So, how much money are you nning to y with?"


    "Ten thousand dors, just to try my luck," William smiled.


    Scarface''s attitude immediately became colder. He said indifferently, "You can transfer the money to Eddie, and he will exchange it for cash for you." To them, gambling with ten thousand dors here wasn''t considered arge amount.