Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 43
"Come on, I've been waiting for you for a while." Tan Zhao lightly stroked his cuffs, the sleeves of his shirt were already stained with blood.

While wiping his palms with the wet towel handed up by his subordinates behind him, he watched Rong Chen speak.

"I just said that in Greater Shanghai, no one can survive under my command for two days. If they survive, they will all report to Hades."

As Tan Zhao spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold and penetrating arc.

Rong Chen turned his face away and stared at the man at his feet.

His arms were hung by two chains, his whole body was covered with bloodstains from whipping, his gray coarse clothes were almost stripped, and his cheeks, eye sockets, and corners of his mouth were covered with bluish red blood.

His eyes narrowed into a narrow slit, as if he was breathing his last breath.

Rong Chen put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and stood straight in front of the man.

The noble aura exuding from his body was almost incompatible with this dark and bloody detention room, and there was a soul-stirring luster in his eyes as deep as black jade.

"Don't tell me? Who ordered you to murder fourth master?"

Behind Tan Zhao, one of his subordinates suddenly stepped forward and kicked the man's leg hard.

The man's heavy body was crumbling with chains, he opened his misty eyes, and his murmuring eyes lightly fell on Rong Chen's noble face, and his bloody lips moved slightly.

"Fourth, fourth master, I said... I said..." The deep fear seemed to be engraved in the man's eyes, and there was an indescribable tremor in his voice, "I just hope that the fourth master will let you go." My family, the whole family."

As soon as the short but uneasy words were finished, the blood accumulated in the man's throat rushed up.

"Say! Which grandson instructed you?!"

Cyclops rushed forward fiercely.

"Yes Yes……"

"Enough!" Suddenly, Rong Chen said with a straight face, coldly looking down at the man's distressed face.

Adam's apple twitched, feeling turbulent.

Soon, Rong Chen turned around and said flatly, "Tan Zhao, finish him, save the pain."

After finishing speaking, Rong Chen put his pockets in his pocket and calmly walked out of the cell.

Frowning, Tan Zhao shook his head and smiled strangely.

The pistol that came out from somewhere around his waist was easily aimed at the man's forehead.

Cyclops followed Rong Chen out of the detention room, and heard a muffled gunshot behind him.

Rong Chen's footsteps paused, his eyes glazed over.

"Fourth Master, he's about to recruit. Why..."

One-Eyed couldn't figure it out.

Fourth master has always disliked killing people. Wouldn't the sudden silence cut off all the last clues?

"You talk too much." Rong Chen gave him a cold look, "Turn back and treat his family well."

Cyclops let out a muffled oh, and even though she didn't understand, she followed Rong Chen's footsteps in an orderly manner.

Fourth master has always had his reasons for doing things.

Just follow orders.

In the prison room, Tan Zhao stared at the dying man for a few seconds, and then threw the exhausted pistol to the subordinates behind him.

Pursing his lips, he strode away.

"Get rid of him."

Before leaving, Tan Zhaosen gave a cold order.

Tan house.

Because I wasted a little time at the entrance, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when I got home.

When I walked outside the courtyard, I saw that the lights in the main hall were still on.

Sitting on a chair in July, she heard movement outside and hurriedly stood up.

"July, why haven't you slept yet?"

(End of this chapter)