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Chapter 873 - 638 Kill without mercy_2

Chapter 873: 638 Kill without mercy_2

Winning a large sum of money wasn’t the key, it was about showing who’s boss.

At the Chanel store entrance earlier, that Guo Shao had said it was Ji Zhaohua who tipped them off.

This heiress to the gambling king, although unusual, was still a woman after all.

Women, basically, are vengeful.

"Charity in victory is wise, your actions could ruin her."

Jiang Chen glanced at the celebrity who became more determined with every setback.

His income was enough to make the general public green with envy, but certainly, he didn’t support such wasteful behavior,

"Was anyone forcing him?"

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, of course, he wouldn’t meddle in others’ affairs. He saw that even Ji Zhaohua hadn’t reacted, even after recognising the cheat, he merely stood up and left, not taking things personally with the He family.

"Goodbye."

Jiang Chen decisively moved forward.

"Wait."

He Yihui stopped him.

"Did I offend you?"

Jiang Chen turned around, "Then give me back the money I lost today."

"..."

He Yihui fell silent, presumably never having encountered someone so petty before.

"Your money went into the casino’s account, not into my personal pocket."

The gambling king’s daughter explained calmly and equitably.

"You must get a share of it, right?"

"..."

He Yihui changed the subject, "It’s my birthday, will you come?"

"I’m afraid I won’t have time, I have some things to take care of."

"What things? You’re here in Haojiang for gambling, aren’t you?" He Yihui said succinctly, "Everyone who wants to compete in gambling has been invited this time."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "Isn’t it a birthday party?"

He Yihui was taken aback.

Yes.

Isn’t it a birthday party?

Why were those invited people whom she had no association with, even strangers?

"Will you come?"

He Yihui asked again.

Looking at her mixed-race features, Jiang Chen’s lips moved slightly, but he still retained a hint of gentlemanly demeanor.

"If I’m free."

He Yihui smiled radiantly, dazzling, "Then I’ll wait for you."

"..."

Jiang Chen said nothing more and turned away.

"Ding-a-ling."

The cell phone rang.

Jiang Chen pulled out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, his eyes slightly narrowed, and then held it to his ear.

"Brother Liao."

"They weren’t caught."

Jiang Chen wasn’t disappointed, weaving through the casino crowd, "No worries, thanks for the effort, Brother Liao."

"They’re all dead."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, "Dead?"

He quickly realized, "Was it Geng Long’s doing?"

Killing to silence a witness was the simplest and most effective method.

"I don’t think so."

Didn’t think so.

Jiang Chen sensed something was off and asked, "Brother Liao, what happened?"

"When I took my men over, someone had already taken them away before us. If nothing goes wrong, it should have been Geng Long’s men."

Liao Xiangdong’s tone had no great fluctuations, not showing he had experienced a hair-raising incident.

"Geng Long probably planned to silence them by dealing with them by the river. Just as we were rescuing people, another group came out and killed."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, "Another group came? Brother Liao, do you know who they were?"

"Not sure. They were wearing masks, indistinguishable, but they were extremely brutal, fully armed, and killed anyone they saw – including Geng Long’s people; they were all dead."

Although Liao Xiangdong’s tone carried no intense emotions, Jiang Chen could imagine the danger at that time.

"Brother Liao, are you alright?"

He immediately asked out of concern.

"I’m fine."

Without mentioning any casualties on his end, Liao Xiangdong apologized, "Sorry, I couldn’t be of help."

"Don’t say that, Brother Liao, you’ve already been a great help. I’ll buy you a drink when I get back."

Jiang Chen said with a light laugh.

Some relationships don’t need to be spoken, just remembered in the heart.

Hanging up the phone.

Jiang Chen continued walking but his mind was racing.

Besides him and Geng Long’s men, there was a third faction looking for those two guys.

And from Liao Xiangdong’s description, this group was especially cruel, killing gods if they blocked the way and Buddhas if they stood against them, obviously not planning to leave any survivors.

Who could be so ruthless?

Could it be...

Jiang Chen’s mind conjured up the image of Vera’s delicate face.

Could it be this girl?

Come to think of it.

She indeed seemed capable of pulling off something like this.

But after all, she was a foreigner, could she have found Geng Long’s two henchmen so quickly?

If it really was her, then it was time to reassess her background.

Jiang Chen instinctively thought about calling to confirm with her but then immediately dismissed the idea.

Even if he did call, she certainly wouldn’t tell him the truth, so why bother wasting time?

At the same time.

Having left the casino, Ji Zhaohua had dinner with Song Chaoge as arranged.

"How was your luck?"

Knowing that the other party had just come from the casino, Song Chaoge asked with a smile.

"Not too good, it seems Haojiang is not my lucky spot,"

Ji Zhaohua said with a wry smile.

"A single win or loss doesn’t count for much. Maybe it’s just bad luck today," Song Chaoge consoled.

"By the way, Mr. Jiang is also here."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Song Chaoge was quite surprised and then asked, "How was his luck?"

Ji Zhaohua shook his head, "Like me, only he lost a little less."

Song Chaoge chuckled, "Look, even a master like him also lost."

"Mr. Song said before that he is a master, but I didn’t really feel it. I think his skills are not much different from mine," Ji Zhaohua joked.

Song Chaoge was about to speak when Geng Long came over, apparently with urgent matters.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ji, I need to leave for a moment."

Ji Zhaohua nodded nonchalantly.

Song Chaoge stood up and motioned for Geng Long to step aside with him.

"What’s the matter?"

"A K and Liu Jun are dead,"

Geng Long reported.

Song Chaoge’s expression remained unchanged, but Geng Long quickly added, "I didn’t kill them."

Song Chaoge’s eyes flickered.

"My men had taken them to the place, but then two groups of people suddenly attacked."

"Two groups?"

"Yes, in addition to A K and Liu Jun, all the people I sent were killed, not a single survivor."

"Are you sure there were two groups?"

Song Chaoge asked.

"Positive,"

Geng Long affirmed and then explained: "Multiple bodies were left at the scene, besides blades and clubs, many were gunshot wounds. My men didn’t carry firearms, so those other bodies shouldn’t have had gunshot wounds. Thus, we can conclude that there were definitely three groups at the time, probably one group engaged in a shootout with my men first, and then another group with guns came out."

True to his experienced Jianghu status, Geng Long’s analysis was logical and almost close to the facts.

"So you mean those two groups didn’t know each other?"

"Yep. From the traces left at the scene, some people escaped."

"How did they know where your two henchmen were hiding?"

Song Chaoge asked a critical question.

"Young Master Song, I suspect, one of those groups was sent by Liao Xiangdong."

Song Chaoge pondered for a moment, "Liao Xiangdong wouldn’t be that crazy. Assuming it’s your men who fought with his group, then who were the other gunmen?"

"Currently unclear, aside from a truck, they didn’t leave any other useful clues."

Song Chaoge appeared to be deep in thought.

Geng Long gazed at his face.

"Regardless of who it was, now that the people are dead, at least the trail won’t lead back to you."

Song Chaoge spoke.

Geng Long silently nodded.

"Alright, go ahead then."

Song Chaoge returned to his seat.

Geng Long walked out of the restaurant, standing at the door, yet not immediately leaving.

Upon hearing the news, only one thought crossed his mind regarding the unknown gunmen.

Either.

It was the Young Master Song, who was currently chatting leisurely with Ji Zhaohua.

Or.

It was not.

If it was Young Master Song, it would be enough to show his resolute handiwork and his mistrust of him.

If not...

Logically, those people should have left a survivor, but as it turned out, not a single one was left breathing at the scene.

The message the gunmen conveyed was simple, only three words.

No mercy spared.

After killing Liu Jun and A K, what then?

Geng Long stood at the entrance, his expression indifferent.

It was as though he was already standing on an isolated cliff with deep abysses on either side.