As Ms. Scarlett was leading the group of terrifying-looking foreigners, her expression was equally scary, not for whatever reason, but because she had witnessed how Sett was at gunpoint. Whatever the means, it was her sole obligation to protect Sett. No one can touch a single hair of Sett without her acknowledgment! As Ms. Scarlett was about to wreak havoc, a hand patted her shoulder, prompting her to stop. "Ms. Scarlett, allow me to solve this problem." The Japanese man smiled at her as he gently spoke. It took a few seconds before Ms. Scarlett managed to suppress her anger, but not before she glared with killing intent at young master Rocco who immediately flinched, as though he felt there was a barracuda eying him. "My, my, what a lovely party!" The Japanese man with a long ponytail gazed through the brims of his fédora hat toward Young Master, Rocco, who couldn't make head or tail of the situation. "You are?" Sett inquired curiously, as he found the man rather interesting as he

Young Master Rocco had to do it, as he knew that one had to bleed if one wanted to achieve greatness and to win, he had to swallow the bullet.The dealer got the foreigners' IDs and gave them to a member of the casino staff so that the papers could be checked right away.At this moment, Sett decided to take the topic in a different direction. "Young Master Rocco I'm curious as to why you aren't asking if I'm the one who sent your brother to the hospital.""You mean my young brother Marco? Do you think I care about that moron? Ha, Young Master Rocco sneered. He and his brother didn't have a harmonious relationship, to begin with, as they were constantly at each other's throats. There was a mountain of questions about why this Mr. Crow was saying he was the one who attacked his brother. 'Father told me that it was the ex-young master of the cheap Crossword family who did it... Not to mention that guy was incredibly fat. There was just no way to connect this Mr. Crow to that fatty Sett.

"Do what I say, open the damn door before I bulldoze this place!" A scar-faced man with a terrifying tattoo all over his bare upper body was loudly shouting. Sett's brows jerked for a moment, as he could easily tell that this guy reeks of trouble. But why wasn't there a security guard in the vicinity? At least they should consider their safety first before making others expand their territory.Sett didn't agree with their views. He shook his head. He could never understand the way of thinking of the old-timers. Sigh!Then, without further ado, Sett, who was carrying an old briefcase, began to jog toward the group of thugs. They were bad news. Anyway, he preferred to settle things peacefully. He should probably talk some sense into them. Also, his in-laws and wife live here, and it was his responsibility to interfere. Still, he didn't want trouble, and to avoid trouble, he had to peacefully talk with these thugs and maybe bring sense to them."Hey gentlemen, may I ask what you are d

Sett had to phone Elena as he wasn't sure how long the ambulance would take to arrive. Also, he was getting annoyed that when he asked for assistance, only two or three individuals helped. As for the rest of the people? They instead pulled out their smartphones and recorded him like it was some show, which irked him to the bone. In the first place, can they even be trusted?Nonetheless, he had to quickly act. Without hesitation, he squatted beside Elena while clapping the phone between his shoulder and cheeks while gently putting on a clean towel on Elena's head. He was already multi-tasking while applying the knowledge he had learned at school about how to use first aid."Ms. Scarlett, come to this address... Also, arrange some paramedics, yes, yes... Thank you."As Sett was conversing, he was also making sure he wasn't doing anything out of necessity, like moving Elena's neck, as that would result in more bleeding. He had to be careful. After minutes of stifling sensation in the a

"How about three hundred and fifty million dollars?" Matriarch Cassandra cautiously said as she was testing the water and giving a number. She had given him an ample price. Everyone held their breath. Almost half a billion dollars. Wasn't that simply stretching it? The shop could only be sold for around two hundred million dollars at most, and that estimate was already high, yet the Matriarch had given such a large sum that was simply unreasonable. Truth be told, Matriarch Cassandra didn't mind selling the jewelry shop. Honestly, she was glad that someone was silly enough to purchase the shop because of his liking for a girl, and to boot, the jewelry shop was at the end of its rope and just a juncture away from being declared bankrupt. Sett put his hand forward, making everyone confused, but then his words shocked them to the core. "One billion dollars: take it or leave it?" "One billion dollars?" Matriarch Cassandra stammered in shock and astonishment, while the others