Chapter 1506: The Evil Dragon Roars!!!
Bennett's hands and feet felt cold. Even though he was in a warm room, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He had risen from the slums, and his status in Chaos City's underworld depended on these gambling dens and brothels, but they were all shut down by Gray Temple overnight. Furthermore, all their people were arrested.
This obviously wasn't a surprise raid which they could get out of. With the relationships that he maintained with money, he used to be able to make everything look law-abiding before the raids.
However, this time was different. The gambling dens and brothels were all sealed, and the news only reached him by morning. If they were doing things to such an extent, it meant that this was a huge Gray Temple-led operation that targeted him specifically.
Bennett couldn't help thinking about Mag, the restaurant boss who threatened him casually in the teahouse that day.
In order to thrive in the underworld and get along with the authorities all these years, he had indeed made many enemies.
However, even his big brother who was the head of the Marquises and wanted him dead couldn't lay a finger on him. Hence, he didn't even bother with the other small fries.
If it was Mag, how did he have the influence to make Gray Temple act against him as an insignificant restaurant owner? Moreover, it was such a big operation.
Bennett was feeling his heart and head ache now. Although he had been trying to whitewash his identity, getting himself out of those illegal activities and turning himself into a successful legal businessman for the past few years, maintaining this fake identity needed a lot of money, for example like that teahouse. Even though it was known as the number one teahouse in Chaos City, and received a lot of customers every day, it was still operating at a loss currently.
All this money came from the gambling dens and brothels.
Although he was trying to draw a clear boundary between the two of them, he had to admit that these things were what he deemed the most important to him.
Losing these two meant losing his source of income, which in turn meant losing everything.
"Are the casinos and the brothels clearly disconnected from me?" Bennett asked the manager.
"Yes. Apart from a few trusted ones, no one knew that these gambling dens and brothels belonged to you." That manager swiftly nodded.
"They were all caught too?" Bennett frowned.
"Please rest assured. They are the most tight-lipped, and they know what would happen to them if they told them about you," that manager promised with a pat on his chest.
Bennett heaved a breath of relief. As long as he wasn't implicated, then there would be enough room for him to maneuver. He gravely said, "Go and find out what's the situation now. Be careful, don't get yourself implicated."
"Yes." That manager quickly left.
"So what if the casinos are gone, I'm still a member of the Marquises. As long as the hot pot restaurant can successfully open, I will get the position as the head of the Marquis Family from Bowen one day. I should be the one to inherit the Marquis Family," Bennett murmured to himself in a low voice.
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In a cold and eerie dungeon, all kinds of torture instruments hung on the walls.
Screams could be heard from the cells all around, accompanied by the crisp and loud sounds of whipping.
