Chapter 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. Some appeared 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 barat 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 b y 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 through 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 anyckeys along.
It was just the two of them in the casino. No one would
Here, a surveince staff hurriedly entered ke’s office.
"Something''s going on, sir."
ke 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?” ke asked.
The surveince staff showed him a clip from the surveince cameras.
His brows drew together after he finished watching it. "He won so many times,” hemented. "Can
he be that lucky?"
"There''s definitely something wrong," the surveince staff said without missing a beat.
ke 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 surveince staff. “Let’s see how long his
luck will hold out."
"Yes, sir."
After the surveince staff left, ke 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 ke with every bit of his strength. He stuck out his tongue, but ke
stepped o n his face instead. "I bet you never thought that this would have happened when I 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 I would forgive her just like that?"
The man lifted his head. One could vaguely make out that he was Manfred, the general store''s owner.
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"I''d been treating you well, ke," he said, tone anxious." Just let her go. If you have any grievances,
take it out o n me."
When ke 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. ke 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, ke 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.
ke 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," ke said mockingly.