*****"Damn! How did things easily spiral out of control to this extent?!"Greg was presently shouting frantically in his residence."Wasn’t the gathering something that was meant to be small with a few people invited? How could it have caused such a huge scene that would be witnessed across the city and beyond?"He continued yelling at the top of his lungs for a while before he eventually calmed down and started to breathe heavily, his hands clenched tightly into fists and his body began to emanate non-stop killing intent.Meanwhile, from the start, Ethan, the person who had come to report the current situation to Greg remained silent and nearly invisible at the side.He had stayed composed all along, starting from when Greg began to shout till he calmed down and began to exude a significant killing intent.He remained motionless like a statue.However, as soon as he sensed his master calming down considerably, Ethan finally spoke.“Master, I believe that the plan would still be succ

***** There existed a highly frequented and popular gambling house in the lower echelon territory known as The Fortune's Palace. Although this gambling house was situated in lower-echelon territory, as previously mentioned, which means it couldn't rival those in the middle and upper-echelon territories, it was wealthy and powerful. In contrast to the numerous betting establishments in the other echelons, the lower echelons have only this one, which makes it extremely famous. Similar to every other betting establishment, this one was also akin to a hex upon the populace of the lower echelon residence. Once one ventured there and made even a single win, there was no turning back, and one would definitely lose more than what was won. If care is not taken, one might even become addicted to coming here to the point of losing every single thing one ever had. Perhaps it was that people hadn’t thought to this extent or that they’d thought it but just refused to accept the reality. This

**** The gentleman in the suit, “_” He couldn't help but suddenly gaze blankly at Williams momentarily, then he shook his head with a scowl and instructed the dealer to proceed with those who had already placed their wager when he realized that Williams seemed to want to study the game first. 'As though studying it could make him win,' he smirked again, mocking Williams in his mind.*** This time around, no one triumphed, but it was a regular occurrence, so aside from sighing with discomfort and helplessness again, most of the gamblers opted for another round. "Make your selection," the supervisor in the suit said to Williams for the second time. However, Williams declined and mentioned that he would participate in the next round again. "You…" The supervisor was suddenly frustrated, but then he took a deep breath and directed the dealer to continue, thinking to drain Williams dry later, to the last cent on him, no matter how many times he shifted his gamble.Unfortunately for

"Wow!! Incredible! Hahaha! I've won back my cash, with a massive amount of ten thousand dollars on it!" The pot-bellied middle-aged man, Manager Cold, was once again out of his seat, presently jumping about exuberantly in his office, celebrating Williams' loss. He appeared enthralled.He was so ecstatic that he didn't care about maintaining his composure or his bouncing stomach at all. However, since the only person with manager Cold, the Old Man Gaza, who should have been rendered speechless witnessing this spectacle, appeared like someone who had just lost all hope in life, no one was present to witness the scene. "Do you see that?! Hehehe! No one will ever triumph over our funds in this gambling establishment!" The pot-bellied man continued to bellow for a moment before he suddenly picked up the telephone again and hurriedly dialed a number. "You have done an excellent and amazing job. But still, you will need to try enticing the little punk to continue betting and losing more

***** The clever Williams had understood that what he was about to do here wouldn’t be that simple at all even before he got here. This became certain when he arrived and realized how overrun the place and surroundings were with gangsters. Therefore, he had discreetly messaged Marcus with his location and asked him to send him some armed individuals.However, Williams had never anticipated that it was people with firearms that would be dispatched to him.He had also been terrified half to death just now, and it was only after he recognized that the people causing this were his men did he eventually calmed down, and his nonchalant manner returned.Well… observing Williams at present, that was what people would assume. They wouldn’t know that his heart still hadn’t settled down at all from what he had almost just experienced.That's right.It was no longer because of the abrupt firing of guns, but rather, because his mind wouldn’t cease conjuring different images of himself being mu