Inside the suite.
Mark sat in a chair, his leather boots perched on the table, playing with a riding crop in his hand.
Piles of cash littered the worn desk.
"Hale, you're a bit of a celebrity in Syracuse, you do know the rules, don't you?"
Hale is stripped naked and hanging in the corner, covered in bruises, his eyes still fierce.
"Kill me if you dare!"
"Kill you?" Mark laughed, "Look, in such a short period of time, your casino is running so well and making so much money, tsk tsk tsk. Killing you, I can't afford to give up."
"What the hell do you want?"
Mark took a sip of his drink and handed it to his men, "I heard an unreliable rumor that your sister got involved with the Chen family's young master, oops, still you have a way. If your sister has become the pillow of the Chen family's young master, why are you still out there? Won't you be able to eat and drink spicy food in your next life?"
"I'm warning you, my business has nothing to do with my sister! If you dare to touch her, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
Mark pouted and nodded, "I'm sure, you guys do have guts. But I've already swept the field today, so what are you going to do?"
Hale broke free for a moment, "If you don't kill me, I'll kill you!"
Mark laughed, stood up and walked to him, "Originally, I wanted to give you a chance, let you hang out with me, help me look after the venue, and you'll have a share of the dividends in the future. But now it seems that you won't cooperate obediently."
Mark pointed with his whip, "Outside this door, your minions have been put down. My people have taken over completely, if you know what to do, follow me. I promise that I will forget about the past, but from today ... you have to know whose bowl you are serving."
Hale laughed out loud, "Mark, you're a fucking dirtbag and haven't seen much of the world."
Mark tilted his head, "Let me tell you clearly, these four brothers of mine, each of them is an expert with extraordinary skills, to clean you up, one person is enough. You're the one who hasn't seen much of the world, dirtbag."
Mark gave the table top a hard smack with his whip, "Open the door! Show him the view outside!"
The two men pulled open the door and were instantly stunned.
FyrenZhang was dressed in a smart casual suit and sunglasses.
Zaring attentively lights his cigarette.
Next to a pretty girl and a big fat guy.
As for the others, they are on the floor, on tables, on lamps ... twisting and moaning in agony ...
Mark turns his back to the door, "Hear that? What a wonderful groan! They're not like you, hardened, as people usually are when they take a beating.Hale, you're done, you're out of the game. Either you follow me, or, you die."
Hale was stunned, too.
He definitely knows FyrenZhang, EasonChen, and he knows that FyrenZhang is a tough guy who can fight.
But these guys out here, they're first-rate cadres under Mark!
All down!
Mark thought Hale was intimidated and was satisfied, "Look closely, that's the difference between me and you, wan as ... what's that saying?"
A henchman rushed over, "Big brother, something's wrong."
"Hmm?"
Mark turned around and was stunned.
FyrenZhang has led the way.
Mark couldn't help but take a few steps back, "Who ... are you guys?"
Cocking his head, he glanced out again, as if to make sure.
That's right, a dozen of his own men, all lying down.
Mark gripped his riding crop tighter and reached to his hindquarters, fumbling for his dagger, "This brother, which path are you on?"
FyrenZhang walked over to the table, copied a pile of money, jacked it up as if playing cards, and threw it back.
"Hale, what the fuck are you doing?"
Hale was a little embarrassed, "I ... I ..."
EasonChen also exasperatedly said, "Why did you start a casino?"
Hale was a bit upset: "Your sister looks down on our family, isn't it because she doesn't think our family has any money? I'll make money myself, I'll make more and more, to the death, and then see what your sister still has to say!"
FyrenZhang couldn't stop laughing, "Hale, do you know, just this amount of money on your table is not enough for a day's profit of people Chen's house. The money on this table is not enough for people to buy a house."
Hale said, "I'll be big and powerful! I'll become the biggest casino owner in the entire Northern Kingdom, and I'll become the richest big brother in the Northern Kingdom! When the time comes ..."
"Either you'll be long dead by then, or your sister will be almost sixty."
FyrenZhang interrupted, "Do you think the Chen family looks down on you because you don't have any money? You are too ignorant, they even look down on me! It's not about money, they are nobles, what they despise is your bloodline! They look down on your bloodline! It's your insight! It's your ... alas, the more you engage in these things, the more they look down on you, understand?"
Hale is all confused, "And ... despises Fyren your people?!"
"Fresh?"
Mark said angrily, "What the fuck are you doing? Am I transparent? Am I not a human being? Fuck you little bastard, don't look at you dressed like a man, if you dare to fool around, I'll stab you to death, I stabbed a person like a game, do you believe me?"
Eason said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, if you have something to say, say something, don't shout. I despise you bunch of trash, shouting and fighting for a little pocket money, no talent."
Mark roared, "What are you guys waiting for? Give it to me!"
A man directly rushed over, Zaring no nonsense, a kick on his chest, the man directly flew out in mid-air, smashed on the wall and fell down, poof spit blood, can not get up.
At this point Mark really panicked.
It's pretty bad when a dozen or so minions out there are put down.
This underling of his own is a retired bodyguard! He used to protect the big shots, and his fighting qualities are not something that three or five people can deal with.
Under this big guy, one move gave seconds!
Mark nodded, "Looks like he brought a tough guy with him, no wonder you guys are so arrogant!"
Mark gritted his teeth, "Tackle the thief, Sr.!"
The oldest three had long been poised for a fight, and at this point, they ran straight for FyrenZhang.
FyrenZhang directly gripped the kid's knife-wielding hand and instantly broke his wrist.
When Lao San screamed miserably, FyrenZhang shoved the cigarette directly into his mouth, then a big mouth smacked him so hard that he spun in place several times, fell to the ground, and didn't move.
Zaring laughed out loud, "Mark, right? How dare you touch our Fyren? He is ten thousand times more powerful than me! You're really blind today."
Mark was left with three men and three knives.
All three were nervous.
Mark and they winked at each other, and the two of them struck together.
Mark was cocky enough to run straight to Sherry.
Those two had predictable consequences, with FyrenZhang and Zaring one by one, both subdued in one move.
But Mark has his arms around Sherry and the knife is at Sherry's neck.
"Back off! Shit, back off if you don't want your girl to die!"
FyrenZhang snapped and applauded, "Congratulations, ...Mark what the hell was that again?"
Zaring reminded, "Mark."
"Oh, congratulations, Ma... all in all, you picked this one, the best of us."
"Huh?"
Before Mark could react, his whole body felt the sky spinning and he ended up falling on a chair that shattered, and he felt like all his bones shattered as well.
Sit in the car.
FyrenZhang called Zoey: "Officer Zoey! It's not good! There are gangsters in our city! There's an underground casino!"
"Of course, it's rumored to be led by a guy named something like Ma..."
Zaring reminded again, "Mark."
"Call Mark's, go check it out, beating and gambling in there. How can it have anything to do with me? I have too many big things to do. An underground casino only makes a few dollars a day, I casually make more than this by doing something bad ... yes yes yes ..."
"Uh-huh uh-huh, right? Remember to send the good citizen's award to my villa when you get back, no need to thank me, my name is Lei Feng."
The car was just about to start when a man doused in gasoline stood in the doorway, intent on setting himself on fire.
"You beasts! Don't you want me to die? I'll die for you!"
Zaring connects with a leg kick.
Took to no man's land and asked, turns out this guy's son is sick and wants over half a million dollars for an operation.
But he only managed to raise some 200,000 dollars, so he decided to take a gamble in order to cure his son.
What a beautiful intellect.
If you don't have money, you go to an underground casino to make a buck.
FyrenZhang can't figure out what the hell these guys are thinking.
Underground casino! Big Brother! Casino! That's where people make money!
Guess why they opened a casino? To give love? To fill the world with love?
Passing on positive energy?
Drinking your blood and eating your flesh, of course!
FyrenZhang really hates to kick the shit out of people like this when he sees them.
Wrote him a number: "Take your son to the hospital tomorrow, call this number and say I told you to call. Someone will arrange for your son's hospitalization and surgery. You don't have to worry about the money."
"Thank you, thank you benefactor!" The man fell to his knees and kowtowed then.
FyrenZhang didn't even bother to look at him again, "Let's go."
"Huh? This lets me go? No... not make demands? No... won't have to cut my organs or something tomorrow, right?"
Zaring laughed, "What are you thinking? This is our Fyren, FyrenZhang, you've heard of him, right?"
"You're FyrenZhang!?"
The man was greatly shocked: "Fyren!I ... know that you are building a house for us, my old family house stripped, this two hundred thousand or so is what is left of your resettlement money. But my son's illness ...FyrenI thank you, I thank you ..."
FyrenZhang scratches his head, "Wait a minute, you're a longtime resident of the Fyren district?"
"Yes." The man cried.
"Why gamble?"
"There's really nothing I can do about this ... ..."
"Is gambling a way?" FyrenZhang widened his eyes, "My family while several hundred billion I do not dare to gamble, you are more bullish than me."
"I'm ... I'm really ...."
FyrenZhang sighed, "Hale, where's your pocketbook, lend me some first."
"What's Fyren talking about? Just take it if you want it!"
Saying this, he yanked a pocketful of money over, and FyrenZhang picked a few piles out of it and threw them at the man.
"Here's a few tens of thousands of dollars, take it first. Hurry up and take your son to the surgery tomorrow, and buy him some tonic to make up for it. I can't care about others, let me know you're gambling again, I'll chop off your hand!"
"Fyren!" the man fell to his knees and thumped his head, "They all say you're a cannibalistic capitalist, that you have sons without asses! I think! Your son must have an asshole, Fyren! You're a great man!"
FyrenZhang narrowed his eyes, "Drive, quick, I can't help but kick his ass."
The car drove away.
FyrenZhang looks out, "Hale, are there many of these small gangs in the Syracuse underground?"
Hale froze, "Quite a lot."
FyrenZhang nodded, "Make me a list."
Hale froze, "Brother, what are you doing?"
FyrenZhang gritted his teeth, "I'm going to be their god."