"What happened to Brother Blake?" One of the men surrounding them asked.
He was clearly one of the henchmen of the man who shouted to open the gate and now was on the floor unconscious. This man did not get the chance to touch the gate among many of Blake's henchmen and was thus standing safely at the side.
Cyril understood that he was a loyal one from his sincere expression.
He looked at that man and shook his head, "Don't worry. He is alive. He is just unconscious from the shock."
The man sighed in relief before asking Cyril to check his other brothers as well.
Before he could even finish his words, Cyril had already started looking at them one after another.
He was more worried that something would happen to any of them compared to this brother, alright?
After all, if something serious like this happened on the first day of his business, who would come to his place later?
He was very sure of this fact. Even if he had methods to counter this situation later, it would take a long time and time is what he doesn't have right now.
If he delays earning points anymore, he would be too poor to even eat.
He had made many investments for the opening of this business already.
He can't waste any more points.
He couldn't afford to.
He hurriedly checked everyone and once the last person was done, he sighed in relief and stood up, "Everyone is safe. There is nothing to worry about."
Once they were sure that all the men were still alive, the surrounding people sighed in relief as well.
The brother who was standing was the one to speak first, after a moment of silence, "If they are fine, why wouldn't they wake up? What exactly have you done to them? Are you planning to kill us all today by inviting us to your place?
"How insidious. What exactly is your plan? What motives do you have against us?"
Cyril blinked his eyes.
He felt like he understood this situation.
It was similar to the many times people fell under his car and asked for money just because he was rich.
They would create the situation in a way that he had knocked them out when, in fact, they came to fall under his car themselves.
Such a situation had happened many times to Cyril that he was very used to it.
But he had never handled such matters himself before.
He would let his assistant deal with these matters.
Now that he doesn't have his assistant nor his lawyer beside him, looks like he should deal with this scam himself?
He looked around and, as he had expected, everyone was looking at him with suspicious gazes.
Just because he was rich, he had to deal with such gazes all the time.
But he is not a rich man right now like when he was outside. Why wouldn't these judgmental stares change?
He is just a poor prisoner who used all his points to open a low-class gambling den.
To say a gambling den, it is actually giving it a good praise.
Except for a large field and a small area for the audience, there is nothing inside.
No equipment that would be available in a normal casino is here.
Such a raw institute and yet it attracted the eyes of evil people?
Cyril really couldn't understand this world. There is nothing there to be envious of at all. What would they want to scam out of him?
He cleared his throat, "What motives can I have? I told your Brother to wait until the opening time, and he did not listen. All this time, I did not even come near him. What could I possibly do to harm your brother? You shouldn't blame people randomly here, Little Brother."
From the laughing Buddha in Ward 1, Cyril learned to call this man Little Brother.
Addressing a person like that shows some superiority and Cyril needs that right now.
Otherwise, he would really be scammed as everyone would think he is a softie and could be cheated on easily.
"If you didn't do anything, how can all my brothers fall at once? You won't say something rubbish like they ate something bad, right?" looks like that little brother isn't someone to back down.
Cyril sighed and shook his head, "Of course, I wouldn't say something stupid like that. The entrance gate to my gambling den is electrified. If someone wanted to break in without proper means, it would attack the intruders.
"Before I could say that, your brothers jumped forward and got themselves electrocuted. What can I do about that?"
"..." From the time they entered this island, no one had seen anything like this. After all, they are still in the Ward 3.
The only wards they had seen were between wards one and three. The total is three. And the people in these three wards are undoubtedly the poorest on the entire island.
How could anyone afford to use electric gates?
Everyone had to struggle to earn points to fill their stomachs. No one had the luxury to afford these things. Even the dens where they sleep at night do not have doors.
Hence, listening to Cyril's casual statement made everyone gasp in surprise.
The little brother, on the other hand, looked shocked only for a second before he had an understanding look on his face.
Cyril looked at his expression and said, 'As I thought so', and did not understand what he meant.
What did he think? What did he prove right? He felt his mind turn blank for a second at his situation.
He had just explained himself, but he felt he had fallen into a hole dug by this man in front of him. But he still needed to understand what hole he had fallen into. This made him feel like he was lost. This was a new feeling for Cyril.
"So, your gate harmed my brothers. You have to compensate," The brother suddenly spoke in a stubborn manner.