Noble Husband At the Door

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. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

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 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 any lackeys along.

It was just the two of them in the casino. No one would

come to 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 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.

"I'd been treating you well, Blake," he said, tone anxious." Just let her go. If you have any grievances,

take it out o n 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.