He has been in a nearly collapsed state these days. He smashed everything in the apartment. He couldn't accept all this. Those servants were so frightened that they all hid from him. Someone pushed the door open and poked his head in. It was Valen. "Mr. Zahavi, someone is here. I think you should meet this person, otherwise there will be a big mess." Zahavi roared furiously, "Get out! I don't want to see anyone." Valen was grabbed by the collar and moved aside. Someone opened the door and came in. He was wearing a straight black suit and a top hat, with a dazzling badge inserted on his chest, a beautiful and coquettish golden flower, which was the family badge tulip of the Alkmaar family. Zahavi immediately quieted down and his face turned pale. "Respected Mr. Luke, what a rare guest." Trembling, he walked forward and grabbed this man's hand, trying to kiss the back of the visitor's hand. Luke broke free of his hand, took out a handkerchief. There was a tulip embroidered on the handkerchief, equally coquettish and dazzling. He wiped the back of his hand and looked at the groveling Zahavi with some disgust. "Get away. Don't dirty my hands, you filthy rat." As one of Alkmaar's personal assistants, Luke handled a lot of trifling matters for Alkmaar. In the Alkmaar family, he had a high status and was respected by many people. His clothes and shiny leather shoes were spotless because he had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Zahavi sensibly stood aside and winked at Valen outside the door. The door closed, and only the two of them were left in the room. The silence was uncomfortably oppressive. Zahavi hoped that Alkmaar was still unaware of the casino and brothel affairs, otherwise he would be doomed. Alkmaar would not take into account that tenuous family relationship. But things didn't go as he wished. Luke put the handkerchief into his pocket and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Zahavi, I think you need to explain to Mr. Alkmaar about the recent rumors about the casino and brothel in Blot City that have been spreading wildly. This has made Mr. Alkmaar a bit annoyed." Zahavi still wanted to muddle through and then find a way to get those things back as soon as possible. "It's not what you've heard. Those damn drunkards always like to spread rumors. Soon the rumors will be self - disproved." Luke stretched out his hand. "Well, Mr. Alkmaar wants to see those asset certificates. Since it's a rumor, I believe you can show them." Zahavi was thinking about countermeasures, and Luke's voice became even colder, as if coming from hell. "I think you should know the consequences of deceiving Mr. Alkmaar, Zahavi." Once there was a person who followed Alkmaar and secretly took the key to the office vault and privately took 100,000 Caesars. Later, that person mysteriously disappeared. When the police found that person, he had been skinned and nailed to death in a coffin. Zahavi, who was a witness to this incident, still had a vivid memory of that horrible scene. His body trembled and he knelt down, prostrating on the ground. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. I will definitely get all the things back as soon as possible." "I hope you can keep your promise." Luke bent down and whispered to the trembling Zahavi. "Otherwise, you will go to hell." After seeing off the visitor, Zahavi had almost lost the ability to stand. He sat on the chair, gasping for breath heavily, as if he had just returned from hell. "It's over. I will be skinned and nailed to the coffin." Valen stood in front of him. "Boss, we have to be ruthless. It's not over yet. This is the last chance." Using despicable means is usually the second choice. It seems that it is time to use the second choice now. Zahavi held a water glass, and his eyes became blood - red, showing fierceness. "Well, go and get ready quickly." As the mastermind behind the scenes,Donning controlled the underground industries in Blot City and was no longer what he used to be. Zahavi would not let it go easily. At this time, they should take some action. The stars in the night sky were bright, but not enough to drive away the darkness. The Blot City police station was brightly lit. When the citizens of Blot City were resting, these police officers had to be vigilant to ensure that Blot City was safe enough at night. Several police officers sat together, talking about the recent events about Barak. "It's really a miracle. A former beggar has turned over, defeated Zahavi, and become the head of the casino and brothel industries. It's unbelievable." "Damn it. When I was on patrol, I once drove him away. I don't know if this will lead to his revenge. The rich are as narrow - minded as a pinhole." A police officer rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit regretful. "I should have given him some help if I had known." "Come on. You are just a small police officer. Whether you teased him or helped him, he won't remember you at this moment." Another police officer shrugged. "All right. I hope what you said is right." The worried police officer temporarily put his mind at ease. Soon a young man hurried into the police station, looking flustered. "Damn it. Is anyone there? Hurry up. It's a matter of life and death." When the police officers saw the young man who broke in, looking panicked as if he had encountered some danger, a police officer raised his voice. "Hi, young man, what's the matter?" "It's a matter of life and death." The young man rushed over as if he had seen his savior, with fear showing on his face. "You have to be quick. I don't know if it's still in time." The police officer sensed a very serious threat to public security and took the young man to the police office for a simple registration. "Mr.Donning, tell us, what's going on?"Donning seemed a bit incoherent. "I saw it. A group of people broke into a gentleman's house. They were armed and in a hurry. I think they are going to kill someone." A murder case was never a trifle, and the police officers in the police station got serious. "Do you still remember the place?" "I can take you there. I hope that gentleman and his family are still alive."Donning looked at the police officers in front of him with pleading eyes. "Relax. We will never allow such a thing to happen." The police officer comforted the young man. The public security situation in Blot was related to the assessment of all the police officers in the police station. Barak returned from those newly - taken - over casinos and brothels. He was extremely busy. Given his own past experiences, he decided to reform his industries. Those women who were forced to receive customers would be given the choice. They had the right to choose to leave the brothel and start a new life. Of course, they could also choose to stay here. All the prostitutes would be given some vacation benefits. For the casinos, rules were set. As a third party, the casino would not participate in gambling but would only take a cut from each gambling game to ensure sufficient fairness. These reforms made the staff in the newly - changed - employer casinos and brothels quickly accept this new boss and won their hearts. He had consultedDonning about all these decisions and got his approval. Sitting on the sofa, Britney poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him, and then served a delicious dinner before returning to her area. Barak ate the delicious food made by his wife. He enjoyed this kind of life very much. More than that, he didn't dare to ask for too much. He only hoped that time would pass quickly so that his wife and daughter could accept him soon. "Barak, I saw a new type of shoes, red ones. Those noble girls are all wearing them. I think I should have a pair." Hannah waited until Britney entered the kitchen and then quietly came out of the bedroom, making a small request, or rather, an order. "You owe this to me." Barak looked at his daughter, wearing the dress he bought and a gemstone necklace. "All right. You will have them tomorrow. Don't be in a hurry." Hannah jumped up excitedly, but in order not to alarm her mother, she quickly ran into the bedroom. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Barak was not on guard. He got up and walked to the door and opened it. A group of people rushed in. They were armed with various weapons and dressed like cowboys. Obviously, they came with ill intentions. The door was closed. Barak was taken to the sofa. The leader of the group looked around the apartment playfully. He knew that there should be one or two more women living here, Barak's wife and daughter. "Guys, let those two women come out. We need to talk terms with them." Someone quickly rushed towards the bedroom and the kitchen. Barak didn't care about his own life, but he cared about his wife and daughter. He wanted to stop them. He stood up and asked angrily, "Who are you? What do you want? This is a private residence. You have violated the law." The leading man pushed Barak onto the sofa. "Be quiet, Mr. Barak. You know what we want." He took out several pre - written voluntary property transfer agreements. Hannah and Britney were brought out. They were pale with fear and their lips were white. They didn't understand what was going on. Someone put a dagger to their necks. Barak was extremely worried and begged, "Don't hurt my wife and daughter." "Don't worry, Mr. Barak. We are not interested in the lives of your wife and daughter. If you can sign and stamp these documents, I promise they will be unharmed." The leading cowboy tapped the documents on the dining table with the blade of the dagger. "You have to make a decision quickly. I'm not very patient." Suddenly Barak understood. He gritted his teeth. "You are Zahavi's lackeys, Blot City's hooligans." "Who we are is not important. Think about your wife and daughter." The leading cowboy made a threatening voice. "I think you should make a wise choice." There was already blood flowing from Hannah's neck. She was terrified. "Barak, I don't want to die. Please give them what they want quickly." Hearing his daughter's request, Barak had lost the courage to haggle. He hoped that his daughter and wife would be all right. "All right. Give me a pen, damn robbers. You will go to hell." The leading cowboy handed over a pen. "Whether we go to hell or not is not what you should consider, Mr. Barak. Hurry up. Don't make me lose my patience." Holding the pen, Barak's fingers were trembling. He thought in his heart, "I'm sorry, Mr.Donning. I have no choice. I don't want to lose my daughter and wife again." His pen tip pointed at the signature place. The door was burst open. The police officers rushed in. Before those hooligans could resist, they were all arrested. The roles were reversed. The leading cowboy and his men looked panicked. The people from the police station came so suddenly that they were caught off guard. According to previous experience, Zahavi's plan was to get the property, kill the three people, set fire to this apartment, and finally ask Mr. Alkmaar to greet the police station. Finally, he would use the property transfer documents to take Barak's property from the bank. As for those who were suspicious, there was nothing they could do. He was already a bad person and didn't care about his reputation. ButDonning had found the police station one step ahead and took action, so this matter had gotten out of control.