Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 54

The Longman Club was publicly known as a massage parlor. In reality, the 'Longman Club' was merely a cover; people who frequented it knew that it was actually called the Longman Underground Den.

There was a sprawling casino on the club's first floor. Gamblers from all walks of life immersed themselves there, unable to peel themselves away. Some appeared haggard with disappointment, others were flush with victory. The former group was the majority though. After all, the only winner in a casino was the casino house itself. The probability of winning in a casino was no higher than winning a lottery.

At this moment, a hubbub was brewing before the baccarat table. A young man had won ten games in a row. A mountain of chips was piled before him. The people gathered around the man were cheering him o n.

This young man was Samuel Hannigan; Johann was b y his side, cold sweat perspiring down his brow.

They would definitely attract the casino house’s attention if they continued to win like this. If anyone saw through Samuel's scheme, their lives would be at stake here.

Johann did not know where Samuel had gotten his guts from-he did not even bring any lackeys along. It was just the two of them in the casino. No one would

come to their help if anything happened.

Here, a surveillance staff hurriedly entered Blake’s office.

"Something's going on, sir."

Blake was smoking a cigar, a man with a bloodied face kneeling before him. His injuries were so serious that one could scarcely make out his features.

"What happened?” Blake asked.

The surveillance staff showed him a clip from the surveillance cameras.

When Blake was working under Manfred, he had been his right arm-the spear at his side. They had reached new peaks together. However, it was because of Manfred's sudden departure that the underlings scattered into chaos. Blake could not forgive Manfred for single-handedly destroying all his life’s work, and since then, he swore that he would establish his own business, and that he would certainly surpass Manfred.

Indeed, Blake had managed to build plenty of power over the past few years. Just by relying on his gambling dens, he was the most powerful of all of the casino bosses in Cloud City.

Blake did not forget about Manfred even after he had made his money and built his power. It did not matter if he had to uproot every building in Cloud City, he wanted to weed his former boss out.

He did not just want to take revenge against Manfred; he wanted him to take a good hard look at how he was more powerful than he ever was.

"I'm sorry to tell you that she's dead then," Blake said mockingly.