This is a very tech-themed room, filled with computers and iron racks, with files and documents all over.
At this moment, a bald middle-aged man with thick glasses was trembling with rage, pointing at Wang Longhu and scolding him.
This person must have some status in this place, otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to shout at Wang Longhu in this situation.
Dragging a few guards from outside into the room, Wang Longhu half-closed the door and walked straight towards the bald middle-aged man.
Although the other party was speaking Vietnamese, which he didn’t understand, it didn’t affect him as Wang Longhu had prepared in advance on his way to Vietnam.
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a recording translator.
"Do you know who is the actual controller behind this casino?" The middle-aged man asked in a gruff voice.
"Who cares." Wang Longhu picked up a handgun from the floor and aimed it directly at the middle-aged man’s forehead.
This finally intimidated the guy, his mouth suddenly stopped, and he hesitated: "What do you want, let’s talk properly, we can talk."
"Do you know Tan Yuejin?" Wang Longhu asked.
"You’re looking for Master Tan, of course I know him, who in the underground of Zhiming City doesn’t know Master Tan," the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.
Wang Longhu nodded with satisfaction, it’s good that this guy knows, saving him a lot of trouble.
Lowering his gun, Wang Longhu continued to ask, "Tell me everything you know about Tan Yuejin, where he lives, what properties he owns, and where he usually can be found."
"Are you planning to make trouble for Master Tan? Ha..." The middle-aged man understood Wang Longhu’s intention, and couldn’t help at once but laugh, a grin spreading at the corners of his mouth. Follow current novels on ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
But soon he realized this might displease Wang Longhu and quickly restrained his smile.
"What, do you find it funny?"
"I’m not afraid to tell you, Master Tan is one of the founders of the Four Poison Hall, extremely powerful, and his disciples are ruthless and bloodthirsty. If you plan to make trouble for him, aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to leave Zhiming City alive?
I’m telling you, if Master Tan is threatened in any way, the entire Zhiming City underground will turn upside down." The middle-aged man was extremely serious, and his expression also carried a hint of dread.
The response was an incredibly loud slap, even though Wang Longhu intended to control the strength, he still slapped the middle-aged man dizzy, swelling half of his face.
"Stop blathering. If you don’t want to die, answer my questions. I’ll give you ten seconds." Wang Longhu pressed a finger on the middle-aged man’s forehead, silently exerting force.
Instantly, the middle-aged man felt as if his forehead bone was about to be crushed by the finger, the pain making him cry out uncontrollably.
"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Master Tan lives at the Vietnamese Duke’s mansion. The largest private entertainment club in Zhiming City, ’Xiaoyue Palace,’ is his property. Master Tan occasionally comes here to gamble with friends, but most of the time, if you want to see him, you can only try your luck at his club."
Wang Longhu’s finger pressure was astonishing, and if he wanted, he could really crush an adult’s forehead bone. Compared to a gun without firing, his move applied an enormous death pressure on the middle-aged man, so he gave in very cleanly.
"What about the other founders of the Four Poison Hall, do you know any information?" Wang Longhu asked, retracting his hand.
The middle-aged man was trembling with fear: "I’ve never met them, except for Master Tan who occasionally comes here, I can’t contact the other grandmasters."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man’s eyes suddenly became vacant, then he stiffly leaned against the back of the chair.
Although he appeared unharmed, his brain had been internally injured by Wang Longhu using Dark Force, and even a forensic doctor wouldn’t be able to determine the cause of death.
Having seen his own face, Wang Longhu naturally wouldn’t let him live, as it would endanger his and Master Tan’s lives in Vietnam.
After scanning the room to ensure no cameras were installed, Wang Longhu quickly left, first changing back into the service uniform from the unconscious businessman, then returning to the first-floor restroom to change back into his own clothes.
The whole process went unnoticed. When Wang Longhu approached Master Tan with champagne in hand, he lightly patted his shoulder.
Master Tan, who was placing a bet, immediately showed a happy smile, which was the prearranged signal between him and Wang Longhu, indicating that the mission was successfully completed.
"Lost again, what bad luck." Master Tan lost this round, his face furious as he slapped the table hard.
During the time he and Wang Longhu had been apart, he had already lost the exchanged 300,000 chips, and not only that, but the other gamblers at the table were watching the joke, even Sang Li who stood beside him couldn’t help trying to persuade him to stop.
He looked as if he didn’t know how to play Texas Hold’em. How could someone bet tens of thousands in the first round of small and big blinds?
Whether you’re experienced or a novice, there’s a limit, and Master Tan’s way of playing just seemed like someone with too much money trying to scare off other gamblers.
But probably anyone who came here to play is not just rich but also important.
If they had a pair of poor cards, they would fold when you bet big, but as long as they had a good pair, like KK, AA, or suits like JK, QK, even if you bet tens of thousands, they would dare to play with you, because Texas Hold’em is all about skill and nerve.
"Let’s go, let’s go." Master Tan got up to leave.