"Please give way, everyone."

A young blond man with a slicked back hair came out from behind with a cigar in his mouth.

He has outstanding facial features, but his face is pale and weak, and his eye sockets are slightly sunken. At first glance, it seems that he has been addicted to alcohol and excessive sexual indulgence for many years.

The surrounding gamblers who had retreated to the edge of the VIP area were stunned when they saw this face, their eyes became a little strange, and they started whispering among themselves.

"Hey, isn't that the lie, Young Master Anjie of the Jiaer family?"

"This prodigal son rarely returns to the City of Spring Queen. Why does he suddenly appear here today?"

"Bringing so many people here, so aggressive, tsk tsk, this is going to damage his father's credibility..."

…

The handsome young man with blond hair named Anjie turned a blind eye to the whispers around him.

Among the stars of his subordinates, when he came to the gambling table, the middle-aged croupier was trembling and just about to stand up to salute, when he impatiently kicked him aside and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.

The bow turned into shrimp.

Fujitora did not raise his head, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"Hey, blind man."

Anjie waved his right hand in front of Fujitora, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "Even if you can't see it, you can still hear what I am saying, right? I just heard that you won 85 million Baileys here?"

Fujitora didn't move or speak.

"There's no point in pretending to be stupid, it's obviously you!"

Anjie dusted off his cigarette and laughed loudly, "With one million Baileys, it doubled more than eighty times in half an hour! If it were normal, I would really have to ask you for advice on this gambling skill."

, but today..."

He clicked his tongue and slowly blew out a puff of smoke towards Fujitora's face, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you won't be able to get even a cent of this money."

"The Jiaer family has many industries and a great business."

Fujitora still looked calm, letting the smoke on his face slowly dissipate: "I originally thought that a mere 85 million Baileys would not be enough to let you..."

"More than eighty million Baileys is really nothing to the family and my old antique father."

Anjie smiled and said:

"But there's nothing I can do. I've been a little short of money recently. I finally went back to the City of Queen of Spring, but the old man refused to give me any money. I had no choice but to come to the casino down there to get some money..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the corner. A middle-aged man in a suit, who looked like the person in charge of the casino, was standing there helplessly with a grimace. He wanted to come up and persuade him, but he was a little afraid to move forward.

"Speaking of which, although the scale of the casino owned by the old man is quite large, the total working capital available is less than 100 million."

Anjie sneered, looked at Fujitora again, and shrugged, "This 100 million is not enough to spend, but you ended up taking away more than 80 million at once. This kind of thing doesn't matter to anyone.

I will be happy..."

Said.

He took out a revolver from somewhere and pressed it between Fujitora's eyebrows.

"You see, this young master is also a civilized man. I have explained everything clearly to you."

Anjie put out the cigarette butt casually, "Now, you have two choices before you, blind man."

"Or, just take your one million principal and get out of here, Master."

"Or, just hold all your chips and say goodbye to tomorrow's sun..."

Click, the bullet was loaded, Anjie held the trigger with his index finger, and said with a smile, "Which one do you want to choose?"

"..."

Fujitora was silent.

After a while, he "looked" at the nervous and frightened blind old man holding the cash box beside him, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, I have to win this money today. There is absolutely no chance of it being handed over to anyone else."

I really don’t know whether to live or die...

The blond and handsome young man's eyes darkened, and he sneered. Not bothering to talk any more, he slightly raised his right index finger, ready to end the lives of these two blind men.

But, just at this moment.

Buzz!

At this moment, an invisible and strange force suddenly spread from Fujitora's body.

Anjie felt as if a huge boulder of ten thousand tons was suddenly pressing down on him, and the bones all over his body were cracking. Before he could react, he was slammed into the ground beneath his feet with a loud bang.

Above the head is a magnificent ceiling, surrounded by sunken carpets.

The handsome young man with blond hair struggled with all his strength, but was horrified to find that he could not even move his fingers, let alone stand up.

"Master!"

"Master Anjie!"

This scene was so sudden that before the bodyguards in black suits around them could react, their young master was embedded in the ground, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"You bastard blind man, what on earth have you done!"

The two bodyguards who were closer to the humanoid pit hurriedly knelt down to help.

The remaining dozen or so burly men in suits pointed their guns at Fujitora and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

Bang bang bang!

There was a loud sound of gunfire, and bullets shot out from different angles, heading straight for Fujitora's head.

Seeing this scene, Bellmeier's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously wanted to get up to help, but Nuo Xia held him down, and smiled and motioned for her to continue looking down.

Almost at the same moment.

The bullets shot from all angles, after entering the area only half a meter away from Fujitora's body, suddenly trembled violently up and down, and then were relieved of all impact, like a sudden rain, all falling with a clang.

On the ground.

This scene is really shocking.

The gamblers watching the excitement around them all widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Eh?? What's going on?"

"The blind man didn't even move. How did he do that?"

A group of people were talking about it, but the bodyguards in black suits who drew their guns and fired were completely dumbfounded.

They looked at the motionless Fujitora, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads. As they looked, knowing that they had kicked an iron plate, they could neither fire nor retreat, they froze in place.

Fortunately.

They did not need to make this decision. Fujitora finally slowly stood up from the chair and at the same time released the gravity restriction on Anjie on the ground. He looked at the embarrassed young master of the mafia family and said with a gentle smile:

"Now, please, can I leave with the money?"

Bah, the blond and handsome young man spit out the dirt in his mouth, and looked at Fujitora with anger and resentment in his eyes, but his mind was still clear and he knew that he could not have an attack, so he could only grit his teeth:

"This time, the young master admits his defeat... Hey! Who is that? Give him the money!"

The bitter-faced casino manager before him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly winked at his subordinates and quickly carried a bulging money bag to the gaming table.

"The 85 million Baileys and your 1 million principal are all in here."

The middle-aged person in charge wiped cold sweat and said cautiously: "This guest, you can count it yourself..."

"No need."

Fujitora picked up the money bag casually and was about to leave with the blind old man who had not yet recovered from the shock. Suddenly he seemed to notice something and looked towards the door, frowning slightly.

What's wrong with this?

The punters watching the show keenly noticed this expression and were a little strange and puzzled for a moment.

In the rest area in the corner, Nuo Xia Taotu looked at each other in tacit understanding, and raised his eyebrows, revealing a somewhat intriguing look.

Bang!

The next moment, the door of the casino was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Everyone waiting here, get out of here!"

"As for you, why are you still standing there?"

A large number of sailors in white uniforms broke in, roughly pushing away the guests blocking the way, leaving a passage several meters wide in the middle, and then stood upright on both sides, as if waiting for something.

Step, step, step.

Not long after, the sound of leisurely footsteps came.

Everyone looked together, and a figure wearing a white cloak of justice slowly stepped out of the door. He was about thirty years old, with scars all over his face and narrow eyes, which made his facial features look a bit sinister and mean.

Coupled with the four-meter-tall body and the dazzling brigadier general rank on his shoulders, he is full of intimidation.
To be continued...