44: Chapter 44 Wang Ya and her daughter's revenge on the operating table

The only sound left in the air was the humming of the exhaust fan overhead.

Master Jiu stared fixedly at the three face-up cards in front of Lin Yuan.

10, 2, 8. A total of 20 points.

His right hand, suspended in mid-air, was currently trembling violently and uncontrollably.

19 points against 20.

To flip it over was to die.

To not flip it, to kneel in his own establishment and admit defeat, was also death.

Master Jiu's feet were pacing unconsciously under the table.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent casino.

The Menjian Lion Head walnut, which had fallen to the floor and been played with by Master Jiu for a full ten years, was crushed to pieces by his own leather shoe.

Wood splinters scattered everywhere.

The psychological defenses of this underground overlord of the East District shattered along with that walnut.

Just at the moment when everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit.

"Ding-dong."

A crisp WeChat notification sound rang out abruptly.

Lin Yuan sat in the high-backed leather chair and pulled his phone out of his windbreaker pocket.

The screen lit up; it was a message from Su Xiaonuan: [Boss Lin, a new batch of Australian Wagyu beef arrived today. Do you want to have sukiyaki or barbecue for dinner?]

Lin Yuan glanced at the screen and pressed the voice message button directly.

Surrounded by dozens of machetes and under the gaze of Master Jiu, who was covered in cold sweat, Lin Yuan spoke in a gentle tone:

"Either is fine. Have Wang Ya get some wine, and help me order some Sliced Beef and Ox Tongue in Chili Sauce as well. I'll be back soon."

The voice message was sent.

Lin Yuan tossed the phone back onto the table.

Everyone present felt their scalps tingle.

Master Jiu's facial muscles twitched violently, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot and red.

He roared hysterically like a desperate, losing gambler:

"Deal the cards!"

The bunny girl dealer standing by the gambling table shuddered all over.

On one side was Master Jiu's ferocious roar, and on the other was Lin Yuan's terrifying aura.

Her legs went weak, and her knees knocked against the edge of the table.

A pale yellow liquid flowed uncontrollably down her black-stockinged thigh.

She had lost control of her bladder on the spot.

But she couldn't care about the shame; with trembling hands, she pulled the last card from the card shuffler.

The eyes of everyone in the room were fixed on that thin playing card.

Flip it over.

Six of Diamonds!

Master Jiu's hidden cards totaled 19 points; adding these 6 points, it made a total of 25 points.

Busted!

Master Jiu's face turned ashen; his legs completely lost their strength, and his whole body slammed heavily against the edge of the table before collapsing.

He had lost.

The entire casino was gone.

Despair instantly turned into violence.

Master Jiu jerked upright, venting all his humiliation and rage on the dealer in front of him.

"You bitch! What kind of cards did you deal?!"

Master Jiu roared, raised his right hand, and slapped with all his might toward the dealer's delicately made-up face.

The dealer closed her eyes in fear, letting out a desperate scream.

However, the anticipated sharp pain did not come.

A large hand clamped onto Master Jiu's wrist.

The fingers tightened slightly.

Crack, crack, crack.

The harsh sound of bones being forcibly crushed rang out.

"Ah—!"

Master Jiu let out a cry of pain, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

Lin Yuan gave a casual flick, tossing Master Jiu aside like trash.

"Don't break my things."

Lin Yuan, with his 1.83-meter height and the aura of an overlord forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, scanned the room.

"From now on, this room, including every blade of grass and tree inside, and your lives as well."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"All belong to Lin."

Dozens of machete-wielders looked at each other, their palms sweating as they gripped their blades.

They were hired thugs, not fanatical warriors.

Just a moment ago, even the top fighter had been taken out with a single kick; who would dare to step forward now?

Lin Yuan turned his head and snapped his fingers.

"Fat Dragon, go smash that safe over there."

"You got it, Boss!"

Fat Dragon was already burning with excitement.

He picked up a fire axe from the corner and strode to the waist-high safe at the back of the casino.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three axe blows later, it was forcibly broken open.

The heavy metal door was pried open by force.

Bundles of red hundred-yuan bills were stacked neatly inside like bricks.

The nearest thugs couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Lin Yuan stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

"Everyone who wanted to hack me just now, go over and collect a hundred thousand as compensation for your trouble. Drop your blades, and you can get out."

His tone was flat, as if he were picking out cabbage at a vegetable market.

"Those who want to stay and work for me: your salary will be doubled, paid in cash monthly."

He paused for two seconds.

"Choose."

It was quiet for only three seconds.

"Clang."

The first machete was thrown onto the ground.

Immediately after, like dominoes falling.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Dozens of gleaming machetes, steel pipes, and telescopic batons were thrown onto the ground in unison, piling up into a small hill.

All the thugs turned around to face Lin Yuan.

Not a single person went to take the hundred thousand and leave.

In this line of work, following a boss who is ruthless, wealthy, and capable of taking out mercenaries with one hand is everyone's dream.

They turned around, facing Lin Yuan, and lowered their heads in a ragged but deeply respectful manner:

"Boss Lin!"

Master Jiu sat slumped in his chair, watching the scene of his people abandoning him.

The power, territory, and brothers he was so proud of had collapsed in less than five minutes.

Lin Yuan had no interest in killing an old thug who had lost his claws.

But the apocalypse was coming soon, and he needed someone to manage the cannon fodder on the periphery for him.

Lin Yuan walked up to the gambling table, grabbed Li Hongda by the collar with one hand, and hauled up the gambling addict, who was unconscious like a dead dog.

He walked up to Master Jiu and looked at him.

"I'm taking over the territory, and I'm taking the person."

Lin Yuan's voice was cold.

"As for you, you can continue to stay here and act as my steward. Watch over the East District for me."

Lin Yuan patted Master Jiu's stiff cheek.

"Remember, you owe me your life."

Master Jiu shuddered and lowered his head.

Lin Yuan dragged Li Hongda along and turned toward the casino exit.

Fat Dragon immediately followed.

The thugs on both sides automatically opened up a wide path, lowering their heads to respectfully watch Lin Yuan leave.

...

Outside the East City Auto Parts City.

A drizzling acid rain began to fall from the overcast sky.

Lin Yuan walked to the rear of the george patton and tossed the unconscious Li Hongda into the spacious trunk.

With a "bang," he closed the trunk.

Fat Dragon wiped the rainwater from his face and leaned in to ask respectfully:

"Boss, where should we take this piece of rotten meat to bury him? There's an abandoned quarry in the South District with a very deep pit."

Lin Yuan took out a wet wipe and cleaned the bloodstains off his hands.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"No need to bury him."

Lin Yuan tossed the wet wipe into a trash can.

"Someone is waiting for him."

...

Meanwhile.

Cloud Top Palace, Villa No. 12.

The second basement level.

The shadowless lamp overhead emitted a ghastly white light.

Wang Ya was wearing a pure black silk dress, her long hair pulled up high.

She stood in front of a tool table.

The once weak, cowardly housewife who only knew how to cry when abused was now filled with only coldness in her eyes.

On the stainless steel tray, various instruments were laid out neatly.

Medical scalpels, hemostats, a high-pressure water gun, and even a serrated bone saw.

Lin Motong sat on a metal stool to the side.

She was wearing her Ston School uniform, her fair fingers playing with the dagger.

The girl glanced at the bone saw on the table, then turned to look at her mother.

"Mom."

Lin Motong's voice was extremely soft, yet it carried a cruelty that didn't match her age.

"Should we saw the legs first, or pull the teeth first?"