I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 100 Threat

The atmosphere in the casino lobby gradually relaxed in the minutes after Fang left.

Anthony was still excitedly waving his fists and muttering things like "Dad is so amazing." Although his older brother appeared calm, his tense shoulders had already relaxed slightly.

The old man in the family let out a long breath and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Only Javi stood there, his brow furrowed.

He stared in the direction Fang had left, and the unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He was about to give some orders when suddenly there was a "thud. thud. thud".

Footsteps came from the doorway.

Javi suddenly turned his head.

Everyone turned their heads.

Fang stood at the door.

He didn't leave.

Behind him followed seven or eight burly men from the Fangtooth Gang, each holding a gun with the muzzle pointing downwards. The oppressive aura of their poised attack made the temperature in the entire casino hall drop several degrees.

Javi's eyes narrowed.

"Fang," his voice was cold, "what do you mean by that?"

Fang did not speak.

He simply raised his hand and patted it gently.

A commotion broke out at the back of the crowd.

Several burly men from the Fangtooth Gang escorted a man out.

It was a little boy.

He looked about seven or eight years old, with messy golden hair, tear stains on his face, his hands tied behind his back, and a rag stuffed in his mouth, making "woo woo" sounds.

The moment he saw Javi, the little boy suddenly struggled.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Javi's body froze.

He stared at the little boy, his pupils contracting sharply.

Nick.

His eldest grandson.

"dad----"

A hoarse voice came from behind me.

Javi did not turn around.

He knew whose voice it was—his eldest son's, Nick's father.

The man, who had always been calm and composed, now had a tremor in his voice that he could barely contain.

Javier gripped the scepter tightly in his hand.

The knuckles are turning white.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Fang.

That look in his eyes was so cold it felt like it could freeze you.

"Fang," his voice was soft and slow, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "what do you mean by that?"

Fang laughed.

That smile was completely different from the smile he had when he lost five million at the gambling table.

It was a smile of absolute certainty.

He took a step forward, spread his hands, and said with an exaggerated innocence, "Patriarch Jiawei, please don't misunderstand, I just want to ask you to look at something."

He pointed to the little boy: "This little guy is quite cute. I ran into him outside earlier and was thinking of bringing him in to meet his grandpa."

He paused, then his smile deepened: "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"

Javi did not speak.

He just stared at Fang, the murderous intent in his eyes so intense it was almost overflowing.

"Splash!"

A sound of a gun bolt being pulled back.

The Cromi family's gunmen almost simultaneously raised their guns, aiming them all at Fang and the burly man behind him.

The Sharp Tooth Gang members were not to be outdone.

Seven or eight burly men simultaneously raised their guns, aiming them at the Cromi family's gunmen.

Two groups of people, each with more than twenty guns, faced off in the casino lobby.

The air was so still it looked like it was about to freeze.

Anthony's legs went weak, and he could only stand up by holding onto the table.

The elder brother's hand rested on the gun handle at his waist, but he did not draw his gun; his son was in the other party's hands.

The old man in the family had a livid face, and his hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.

The three witnesses from the other families all looked very grim.

The elderly man in the black suit who was at the head of the group took a step forward.

He was in his sixties, with gray hair. He was a highly respected figure in Houston's underworld, and he was the one who acted as a witness for this bet.

"Teeth Gang Leader," his voice was stern, "what do you mean by this?"

Fang looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

The old man continued, "This bet was agreed upon by both parties, and the outcome is already determined. Are you trying to break the rules by doing this?"

Fang stared at him for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

The laughter echoed through the casino, jarringly loud.

"Rules?" He repeated the word, then shook his head. "Sir, you're talking to me about rules?"

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He took a step forward and stared at the old man: "A dozen days ago, I wiped out the Blood Fang Gang. Their territory and their businesses are all mine now."

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He paused for a moment: "From that time on, I understood a principle."

His gaze swept over everyone present: "Rules are made for the weak."

The old man's expression changed.

Fang ignored him and turned to Javi.

He spread his arms wide, as if announcing something extraordinary for hope Yao: "Patriarch Jia Wei, since you enjoy gambling so much, let's have another round."

He pointed to the bound boy: "Use him to gamble on all your properties in the East District."

Javier's pupils contracted sharply.

Fang continued, "How about that? Fair enough? You lost, the East District casino is mine, and you won—"

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He deliberately dragged out the last syllable: "Then you can take your grandson back."

Javi's grip tightened.

The pure gold engraving on the scepter hurt his palm.

He didn't speak.

But everyone could see that he was restraining himself.

He restrained himself from drawing his gun.

Behind him, that hoarse voice rang out again: "Father."

Javi's eldest son stepped forward and stood beside him.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the bound boy, his lips trembling slightly.

But what he said stunned everyone.

"Father," his voice was hoarse, but every word was clear and strong, "Don't agree to him."

Javi turned his head and looked at him.

The eldest son did not avoid his gaze.

“Nick is my son,” he said. “I would die for him, but I would not sacrifice my entire family for him.”

He took a deep breath: "To sacrifice oneself for the family is an honor for the Chromie family, and I believe Nick will understand."

His voice trembled noticeably when he said the name "Nick".

But he still finished his last sentence: "I believe he is willing to be this hero."

The little boy's mouth was gagged, so he couldn't speak.

But his tears flowed even more fiercely.

He shook his head frantically, making "woo-woo" sounds, as if he were shouting "No!" or "Daddy, save me!"

The eldest son turned his face away.

I dare not look anymore.

Jiawei stood still, motionless.

He looked at the little boy, at those eyes filled with fear and pleading.

That was his grandson, whom he had watched grow up.

He was the child he held, coaxed, and played with.

He was the one who had promised to teach him how to play cards, to show him the world, and to entrust his family to him.

His body swayed slightly.

He braced himself against the ground with the scepter, stabilizing his posture.

"Father----"

Behind him, several family members spoke at the same time.

Some tried to dissuade him, some expressed concern, and some hesitated to speak.

Javi did not turn around.

He simply raised his hand, silencing everyone.

Then he looked at Fang.

That look in his eyes was unexpectedly calm.

"Fang," his voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like someone driven to desperation, "I promise you."

The entire room fell silent.

The eldest son's body jolted violently.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He simply lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Anthony's eyes widened.

The old man in the family closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The three witnesses looked at each other, unsure of what to say. In fact, they dared not say anything, fearing that Fang, the madman, would kill them.

Fang smiled, a smile as radiant as a flower.

"Patriarch Javi is indeed a man of great loyalty and righteousness," he said, bowing slightly to Javi, his tone filled with undisguised pride. "I admire him."

He waved.

The burly man holding the little boy pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of the boy's head.

The little boy was trembling with fear, but with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't cry out.

"Master Javier," Fang said slowly, "words are no proof; we need to sign an agreement."

He pulled a document from his pocket and threw it on the gambling table.

"This is the transfer agreement. Once you sign it, the casino in the East District will belong to me, and then..."

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He looked at the little boy: "This little fellow, I'll return it to you intact."

Javi was silent for two seconds, then he leaned on his scepter and walked step by step toward the gambling table.

"Father!"

The eldest son finally couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed forward and grabbed Javi's hand. "We can't sign! If we sign, we're finished!"

Javi looked at him.

There was no anger or blame in those eyes, only a complex emotion.

"I know," he said.

The eldest son was stunned.

"I know what will happen if I sign," Javier said softly. "I know it's a trap, I know he's forcing me, I know that after I sign, our family will never have a chance to recover."

He paused. "But that's your son."

The eldest son's hand slowly loosened its grip.

His eyes reddened.