Anthony followed the attendant into the main hall with Hans at his side. The casino was still in shambles. Ever since Lottie blew up half the place, it hadn’t really recovered. Repairs were only halfway done and the whole building was closed, not a single customer in sight. Just a bunch of Hawk Family guys scattered around the empty room.
A chill drifted through the space, curtains fluttering in the draft. It felt almost haunted. The tension in the air was thick and heavy.
“Hand over your phones and any electronics,” a bodyguard barked, pointing a gun straight at Anthony. “You gonna do it yourself, or do you want me to search you?”
He sounded cocky, already reaching for Anthony’s pockets. Hans bristled, rage bubbling up. He clenched his jaw, ready to step in and set the guy straight, but before he could move, Anthony suddenly kicked the guard square in the stomach.
The guy flew backward, hit the ground hard, and doubled over, coughing up blood.
Anthony calmly straightened his collar, his gaze cool and sharp as he looked around. “Anyone else want to try searching me?”
Every guard in the room instantly raised their guns and aimed at Anthony. Not one of them dared to move closer. Whatever confidence they had before was gone. They were all shaking, way too nervous to act tough now.
Hans stepped in front of Anthony, his face serious. Their guns had been taken away at the door. If things got violent, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Still, he had to protect Anthony, no matter what.
But then Anthony grabbed Hans by the collar and pulled him out of the way.
He shot Hans a casual look, then hooked a chair over with his foot and sat down, rolling up his sleeves with slow, deliberate care. The harsh lights cast a cold glow around him, making him look even more untouchable and dangerous.

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