Casper nodded, then headed into the underground gambling resort, which was located in a semi-
basement. Its entrance was covered with two layers of quilt so that the place was soundproofed. When Stallion stepped forward and pulled the door open, loud chatters and noises rang out.
Then, Casper walked inside. The place was messy. There were around a dozen tables. At every two tables, a gang member stood by, watching. Various games were available, such as dominoes, rummy, poker, dice, and baccarat. Although the place seemed dingy, most games that were usually seen at casinos were included there.
The air reeked of cigarette smoke. Other than the dealers, everyone was basically holding a cigarette.
They were emotional, and their eyes were bloodshot. This was either because they had lost a lot of money or they amassed a fortune.
Stallion brought Casper along, passing through the gambling resort, and went directly to the ownerâs room.
The owner was a chubby and sleazy-looking man in his forties. His name was Timothy Sandberg. He was always smiling, yet people like him were the most dangerous.
âThis is our boss!â exclaimed Stallion as he gave Casper a thumbs up. The chubby man immediately handed a cigarette over and began complimenting, âYouâre a young and promising man! With the help of Dragon and Tiger Gang, I was able to open this gambling resort.â He paused and spat, then continued, âNow, this has already become Firewolf Chamberâs territory. Sorry for talking nonsense! I deserve to be punished.â
With that, Timothy gave himself a slap. It was so hard that the sound echoed through the entire room.
âThatâs enough,â Casper interrupted. âHow long has this gambling resort been operating?â
âBusiness has been going on for a year. However, itâs only partially open. If we arenât under strict surveillance, weâll keep it open; if not, weâll close it,â replied Timothy, giggling.
âHow much money have you made for Firewolf Chamber?â asked Casper.
Staring at the man, Timothy was contemplating whether or not the former was easy to fool. As soon as Casper showed the gun on his waist, Timothyâs face turned pale. âLet me calculate it for you. If we add up the money we make from those gamblers, itâll be around forty thousand. But most of the revenue we make is from the debts. After calculating the interests, the money we lend to them starts at ten thousand, and we can get a hundred thousand in return.â
Shaking his head, Casper thought that such a business operation had ruined the lives of many. He waved his hand and said, âShut it down soon. Firewolf Chamber doesnât need this small amount of money.â
Timothy let out a hollow chuckle. âWhat are you talking about? How can we disregard the conversations about money? Back then, Firewolf Chamber and I used to split the profit evenly. Yet, things are different now that youâre here. Thirty percent for me, seventy for you. Howâs this?â
Casper glared daggers at Timothy and said, âI told you to shut it down. Donât you understand?â
In an instant, Timothy was panic-stricken. After all, Casper had a gun, and the gambling resort was full of his men. Thus, Timothy gave Casper an apologetic smile and said, âBoss, please donât do this. As much as I love money, I wonât risk my life for that. You call the shots here. If you tell me to shut it down, Iâll do so. However, can you tell me the reason?â
âGambling is bad. What other reasons do you need?â Rolling his eyes, Casper stormed out of the room with the gun in his hand. He knocked it against the wall to grab everyoneâs attention.
âApologies, the gambling resort is closed. Everyone leave!â he yelled.
However, those people were too immersed in their games to respond to him. Without even a pause, they continued with what they were doing.
âIâm so close to winning. How can I just leave? Even if you hold me at gunpoint, I wonât leave,â said one of the gamblers.
Tilting his head in confusion, Casper asked, âHowâs the soundproofing here?â
âUh, no one outside would hear a thing if dozens of people were to fight here,â replied Stallion.
Nodding, Casper pulled the safety catch. Pointing his gun upward, he opened fire.
It was only then that the gamblers stopped in whatever they were doing. As his eyes darted around his surroundings, Casper asked, âWho still wants to continue gambling now? Why donât you bet how many bullets I have in my gun?â
In a flash, the gamblers stood up, getting ready to leave. Casper nodded and said, âThatâs more like it.
Donât ever come back again. This gambling resort will be closed down for good.â
The gamblers, who were on their way out, stopped moving. One of them asked boldly, âWhat about my debts?â
Casper snapped his fingers and said, âTheyâll be wiped clean.â
Hearing that, the gamblers exchanged looks in disbelief. Casper shrugged and added, âItâs up to you whether or not you want to believe it. Donât gamble anymore. Spend more time with your wife and kids at home.â
Eyes turning red as if they were rabbits, the gamblers looked at Casper, then shifted their gazes toward the gun in his hand. âAre you a cop whoâs suspended the operation of this gambling resort?â
Feeling helpless, Casper said, âFine, if thatâs what you think. Remember to not gamble in the future. Do you really think you can make money from this? Dream on. Getting a proper job is the most practical.â
Suddenly, someone among the crowd burst into laughter. Then, he said in a hoarse voice, âThereâs no use in persuading them. Once a sinner, always a sinner. These bastards wonât change no matter how much you persuade them.â
The gamblers then made way for the person who was speaking.
Timothy became worked up the moment he saw the person. âItâs him! Heâs the one who cheated and won lots of money!â
Scrutinizing the person from head to toe, Casper nodded silently. He knew that the person was someone vicious, yet his aura did not show it. The man was average-looking. He was in his thirties, and there was a dark stubble on his face. However, he had a prosthetic leg. His right hand only had a thumb and a pinkie. Evidently, his leg and fingers were chopped off when gambling back then.
âDid you just say I cheated? Haha! If you can provide proof, Iâll let you chop off my other leg,â said the man.
With that, he sat right in front of Casper. Although Casper was holding a gun, the man was still grinning.
Timothy said angrily, âYou won every single round. How is this not considered cheating?â He turned to Casper and continued, âThis guy won every game yesterday. My past self would have tied him up. Yet, right now, the members of Firewolf Chamber are fairly new. Theyâre quite easy-going, so they only chased him out. I didnât expect him to show up again today.â
âI came here to get my money. You lost one million two hundred thousand to me yesterday. When are you going to pay me?â said the man with a smile.
How dare he still ask for money? My business came to a halt out of nowhere, and yet he still has the audacity to do so. Timothy walked forward, wanting to beat up the crippled man. However, he was stopped by Casper.
Casper put his gun away, then pulled a chair and sat in front of the man. âJust now, you said once a sinner, always a sinner. Why is that so?â
The man was intrigued by Casper. After sizing up the latter, he said, âGambling is a humanâs fatal flaw.
Whether they win or lose a game, they will want to continue making more money. This is a gamblerâs mentality.â
Pointing the remaining fingers of his right hand at his own eyes, the man said, âIâve seen way too many scenes like this. Gamblers would sell their houses, wives, and even their own organs just to gather money for gambling. Thereâs no humanity left in these bastards.â
Then, he turned around and pointed at the gamblers as he explained, âLook at these people. Pay close attention to their eyes. You can tell that theyâre severely addicted to gambling. Do you think they care about their wives and children?â
Holding onto the table, he stood up slowly. As he had lost a leg, his body slightly swayed. He then pointed at a middle-aged man and continued, âTry asking this man if he cares about his family. Also, ask him how many times his wife and children have begged him to stop gambling whenever he goes home. Do you think their cries and pleas arenât enough to move him?â
Agitated, the crippled man poked the middle-aged manâs chest and added, âHeâs here despite all that.
This is because he insists on gambling. It doesnât matter how many times heâs been scolded or beaten up; he refuses to quit gambling. Do you know why he doesnât dare to talk back? Itâs because he lost one hundred eleven thousand to me!â
Not a single gambler tried to refute him. Instead, they just continued smoking, looking like soulless shells.